Here
without leaving the water, he got a cup of hot coffee and while he was
drinking it, those on the bank informed him that there was a white boat
just coming around the bend in the distance, so he concluded to wait
for it. Soon after, Mr. Brown, pulling lazily along, arrived. Paul rated
him soundly for his tardiness. The reporter was sound asleep, doubled
up in a pile of hay at the bottom of the boat. At five o'clock that
evening, exactly twenty-four hours after they started, they tied up at
the levee in New Orleans where they were received by about ten thousand
people, who covered the levee and crowded the deck of the steamers.
While resting in New Orleans after his run, Paul was waited on by a
party of gentlemen, who announced themselves as a committee appointed
to call on him and see if they could induce him to give an exhibition
in......, an interesting little town up the river.
"Have you got any water that can be enclosed?" Paul inquired.
They said they had a beautiful little lake right back of the town that
could be properly fenced, so that no one could look on without paying.
They promised that Captain Boyton should have the entire receipts, and
that they would make it a gala day providing he would come up, and
assured him of the warmest kind of reception.
Pages:
258
259
260
261
262
263
264
265
266
267
268
269
270
271
272
273
274
275
276
277
278
279
280
281
282