<h2><SPAN name="chap03"></SPAN>CHAPTER III</h2>
<p class="letter">
Company on board the Steam Boat—Scenery of the
Mississippi—Crocodiles—Arrival at Memphis—Nashoba</p>
<p>The weather was warm and bright, and we found the guard of the boat, as they
call the gallery that runs round the cabins, a very agreeable station; here we
all sat as long as light lasted, and sometimes wrapped in our shawls, we
enjoyed the clear bright beauty of American moonlight long after every
passenger but ourselves had retired. We had a full complement of passengers on
board. The deck, as is usual, was occupied by the Kentucky flat-boat men,
returning from New Orleans, after having disposed of the boat and cargo which
they had conveyed thither, with no other labour than that of steering her, the
current bringing her down at the rate of four miles an hour. We had about two
hundred of these men on board, but the part of the vessel occupied by them is
so distinct from the cabins, that we never saw them, except when we stopped to
take in wood; and then they ran, or rather sprung and vaulted over each
other’s heads to the shore, whence they all assisted in carrying wood to
supply the steam engine; the performance of this duty being a stipulated part
of the payment of their passage.</p>
<p>From the account given by a man servant we had on board, who shared their
quarters, they are a most disorderly set of persons, constantly gambling and
wrangling, very seldom sober, and never suffering a night to pass without
giving practical proof of the respect in which they hold the doctrines of
equality, and community of property. The clerk of the vessel was kind enough to
take our man under his protection, and assigned him a berth in his own little
nook; but as this was not inaccessible, he told him by no means to detach his
watch or money from his person during the night. Whatever their moral
characteristics may be, these Kentuckians are a very noble-looking race of men;
their average height considerably exceeds that of Europeans, and their
countenances, excepting when disfigured by red hair, which is not unfrequent,
extremely handsome.</p>
<p>The gentlemen in the cabin (we had no ladies) would certainly neither, from
their language, manners, nor appearance, have received that designation in
Europe; but we soon found their claim to it rested on more substantial ground,
for we heard them nearly all addressed by the titles of general, colonel, and
major. On mentioning these military dignities to an English friend some time
afterwards, he told me that he too had made the voyage with the same
description of company, but remarking that there was not a single captain among
them; he made the observation to a fellow-passenger, and asked how he accounted
for it. “Oh, sir, the captains are all on deck,” was the reply.</p>
<p>Our honours, however, were not all military, for we had a judge among us. I
know it is equally easy and invidious to ridicule the peculiarities of
appearance and manner in people of a different nation from ourselves; we may,
too, at the same moment, be undergoing the same ordeal in their estimation;
and, moreover, I am by no means disposed to consider whatever is new to me as
therefore objectionable; but, nevertheless, it was impossible not to feel
repugnance to many of the novelties that now surrounded me.</p>
<p>The total want of all the usual courtesies of the table, the voracious rapidity
with which the viands were seized and devoured, the strange uncouth phrases and
pronunciation; the loathsome spitting, from the contamination of which it was
absolutely impossible to protect our dresses; the frightful manner of feeding
with their knives, till the whole blade seemed to enter into the mouth; and the
still more frightful manner of cleaning the teeth afterwards with a pocket
knife, soon forced us to feel that we were not surrounded by the generals,
colonels, and majors of the old world; and that the dinner hour was to be any
thing rather than an hour of enjoyment.</p>
<p>The little conversation that went forward while we remained in the room, was
entirely political, and the respective claims of Adams and Jackson to the
presidency were argued with more oaths and more vehemence than it had ever been
my lot to hear. Once a colonel appeared on the verge of assaulting a major,
when a huge seven-foot Kentuckian gentleman horse-dealer, asked of the heavens
to confound them both, and bade them sit still and be d—d. We too thought
we should share this sentence; at least sitting still in the cabin seemed very
nearly to include the rest of it, and we never tarried there a moment longer
than was absolutely necessary to eat.</p>
<p>The unbroken flatness of the banks of the Mississippi continued unvaried for
many miles above New Orleans; but the graceful and luxuriant palmetto, the dark
and noble ilex, and the bright orange, were every where to be seen, and it was
many days before we were weary of looking at them. We occasionally used the
opportunity of the boat’s stopping to take in wood for a ten
minutes’ visit to the shore; we in this manner explored a field of sugar
canes, and loaded ourselves with as much of the sweet spoil as we could carry.
Many of the passengers seemed fond of the luscious juice that is easily
expressed from the canes, but it was too sweet for my palate. We also visited,
in the same rapid manner, a cotton plantation. A handsome spacious building was
pointed out to us as a convent, where a considerable number of young ladies
were educated by the nuns.</p>
<p>At one or two points the wearisome level line of forest is relieved by
<i>bluffs</i>, as they call the short intervals of high ground. The town of
Natches is beautifully situated on one of these high spots; the climate here,
in the warm season, is as fatal as that of New Orleans; were it not for this,
Natches would have great attractions to new settlers. The beautiful contrast
that its bright green hill forms with the dismal line of black forest that
stretches on every side, the abundant growth of pawpaw, palmetto and orange,
the copious variety of sweet-scented flowers that flourish there, all make it
appear like an oasis in the desert. Natches is the furthest point to the north
at which oranges ripen in the open air, or endure the winter without shelter.
With the exception of this sweet spot, I thought all the little towns and
villages we passed, wretched looking, in the extreme. As the distance from New
Orleans increased, the air of wealth and comfort exhibited in its immediate
neighbourhood disappeared, and but for one or two clusters of wooden houses,
calling themselves towns, and borrowing some pompous name, generally from
Greece or Rome, we might have thought ourselves the first of the human race who
had ever penetrated into this territory of bears and alligators. But still from
time to time appeared the hut of the wood-cutter, who supplies the steam-boats
with fuel, at the risk, or rather with the assurance of early death, in
exchange for dollars and whiskey. These sad dwellings are nearly all of them
inundated during the winter, and the best of them are constructed on piles,
which permit the water to reach its highest level without drowning the wretched
inhabitants. These unhappy beings are invariably the victims of ague, which
they meet recklessly, sustained by the incessant use of ardent spirits. The
squalid look of the miserable wives and children of these men was dreadful, and
often as the spectacle was renewed I could never look at it with indifference.
Their complexion is of a blueish white, that suggests the idea of dropsy; this
is invariable, and the poor little ones wear exactly the same ghastly hue. A
miserable cow and a few pigs standing knee-deep in water, distinguish the more
prosperous of these dwellings, and on the whole I should say that I never
witnessed human nature reduced so low, as it appeared in the
wood-cutters’ huts on the unwholesome banks of the Mississippi.</p>
<p>It is said that at some points of this dismal river, crocodiles are so abundant
as to add the terror of their attacks to the other sufferings of a dwelling
there. We were told a story of a squatter, who having “located”
himself close to the river’s edge, proceeded to build his cabin. This
operation is soon performed, for social feeling and the love of whiskey bring
all the scanty neighbourhood round a new corner, to aid him in cutting down
trees, and in rolling up the logs, till the mansion is complete. This was done;
the wife and five young children were put in possession of their new home, and
slept soundly after a long march. Towards daybreak the husband and father was
awakened by a faint cry, and looking up, beheld relics of three of his children
scattered over the floor, and an enormous crocodile, with several young ones
around her, occupied in devouring the remnants of their horrid meal. He looked
round for a weapon, but finding none, and aware that unarmed he could do
nothing, he raised himself gently on his bed, and contrived to crawl from
thence through a window, hoping that his wife, whom he left sleeping, might
with the remaining children rest undiscovered till his return. He flew to his
nearest neighbour and besought his aid; in less than half an hour two men
returned with him, all three well armed; but alas! they were too late! the wife
and her two babes lay mangled on their bloody bed. The gorged reptiles fell an
easy prey to their assailants, who, upon examining the place, found the hut had
been constructed close to the mouth of a large hole, almost a cavern, where the
monster had hatched her hateful brood.</p>
<p>Among other sights of desolation which mark this region, condemned of nature,
the lurid glare of a burning forest was almost constantly visible after sunset,
and when the wind so willed, the smoke arising from it floated in heavy vapour
over our heads. Not all the novelty of the scene, not all its vastness, could
prevent its heavy horror wearying the spirits. Perhaps the dinners and suppers
I have described may help to account for this; but certain it is, that when we
had wondered for a week at the ceaseless continuity of forest; had first
admired, and then wearied of the festooned drapery of Spanish moss; when we had
learned to distinguish the different masses of timber that passed us, or that
we passed, as a “snag,” a “log” or a
“sawyer;” when we had finally made up our minds that the gentlemen
of the Kentucky and Ohio military establishments, were not of the same genus as
those of the Tuilleries and St. James’s, we began to wish that we could
sleep more hours away. As we advanced to the northward we were no longer
cheered by the beautiful border of palmettos; and even the amusement of
occasionally spying out a sleeping crocodile was over.</p>
<p>Just in this state, when we would have fain believed that every mile we went,
carried us two towards Memphis, a sudden and violent shock startled us
frightfully.</p>
<p>“It is a sawyer!” said one.</p>
<p>“It is a snag!” cried another.</p>
<p>“We are aground!” exclaimed the captain.</p>
<p>“Aground? Good heavens! and how long shall we stay here?”</p>
<p>“The Lord in his providence can only tell, but long enough to tire my
patience, I expect.”</p>
<p>And the poor English ladies, how fared they the while?</p>
<p>Two breakfasts, two dinners, and a supper did they eat, with the Ohio and
Kentucky gentlemen, before they moved an inch. Several steam-boats passed while
we were thus enthralled; but some were not strong enough to attempt drawing us
off, and some attempted it, but were not strong enough to succeed; at length a
vast and mighty “thing of life” approached, threw out grappling
irons; and in three minutes the business was done; again we saw the trees and
mud slide swiftly past us; and a hearty shout from every passenger on deck
declared their joy.</p>
<p>At length we had the pleasure of being told that we had arrived at Memphis; but
this pleasure was considerably abated by the hour of our arrival, which was
midnight, and by the rain, which was falling in torrents.</p>
<p>Memphis stands on a high bluff, and at the time of our arrival was nearly
inaccessible. The heavy rain which had been falling for many hours would have
made any steep ascent difficult, but unfortunately a new road had been recently
marked out, which beguiled us into its almost bottomless mud, from the firmer
footing of the unbroken cliff. Shoes and gloves were lost in the mire, for we
were glad to avail ourselves of all our limbs, and we reached the grand hotel
in a most deplorable state.</p>
<p>Miss Wright was well known there, and as soon as her arrival was announced,
every one seemed on the alert to receive her, and we soon found ourselves in
possession of the best rooms in the hotel. The house was new, and in what
appeared to me a very comfortless condition, but I was then new to Western
America, and unaccustomed to their mode of “getting along,” as they
term it. This phrase is eternally in use among them, and seems to mean existing
with as few of the comforts of life as possible.</p>
<p>We slept soundly however, and rose in the hope of soon changing our
mortar-smelling-quarters for Miss Wright’s Nashoba.</p>
<p>But we presently found that the rain which had fallen during the night would
make it hazardous to venture through the forests of Tennessee in any sort of
carriage; we therefore had to pass the day at our queer comfortless hotel. The
steam-boat had wearied me of social meals, and I should have been thankful to
have eaten our dinner of hard venison and peach-sauce in a private room; but
this, Miss Wright said was impossible; the lady of the house would consider the
proposal as a personal affront, and, moreover, it would be assuredly refused.
This latter argument carried weight with it, and when the great bell was
sounded from an upper window of the house, we proceeded to the dining-room. The
table was laid for fifty persons, and was already nearly full. Our party had
the honour of sitting near “the lady,” but to check the proud
feelings to which such distinction might give birth, my servant, William, sat
very nearly opposite to me. The company consisted of all the shop-keepers
(store-keepers as they are called throughout the United States) of the little
town. The mayor also, who was a friend of Miss Wright’s, was of the
party; he is a pleasing gentlemanlike man, and seems strangely misplaced in a
little town on the Mississippi. We were told that since the erection of this
hotel, it has been the custom for all the male inhabitants of the town to dine
and breakfast there. They ate in perfect silence, and with such astonishing
rapidity that their dinner was over literally before our’s was began; the
instant they ceased to eat, they darted from the table in the same moody
silence which they had preserved since they entered the room, and a second set
took their places, who performed their silent parts in the same manner. The
only sounds heard were those produced by the knives and forks, with the
unceasing chorus of coughing, &c. No women were present except ourselves
and the hostess; the good women of Memphis being well content to let their
lords partake of Mrs. Anderson’s turkeys and venison, (without their
having the trouble of cooking for them), whilst they regale themselves on mash
and milk at home.</p>
<p>The remainder of the day passed pleasantly enough in rambling round the little
town, which is situated at the most beautiful point of the Mississippi; the
river is here so wide as to give it the appearance of a noble lake; an island,
covered with lofty forest trees divides it, and relieves by its broad mass of
shadow the uniformity of its waters. The town stretches in a rambling irregular
manner along the cliff, from the Wolf River, one of the innumerable tributaries
to the Mississippi, to about a mile below it. Half a mile more of the cliff
beyond the town is cleared of trees, and produces good pasture for horses,
cows, and pigs; sheep they had none. At either end of this space the forest
again rears its dark wall, and seems to say to man, “so far shalt thou
come, and no farther!” Courage and industry, however, have braved the
warning. Behind this long street the town straggles back into the forest, and
the rude path that leads to the more distant log dwellings becomes wilder at
every step. The ground is broken by frequent water-courses, and the bridges
that lead across them are formed by trunks of trees thrown over the stream,
which support others of smaller growth, that are laid across them. These
bridges are not very pleasant to pass, for they totter under the tread of a
man, and tremble most frightfully beneath a horse or a waggon; they are,
however, very picturesque. The great height of the trees, the quantity of
pendant vine branches that hang amongst them; and the variety of gay plumaged
birds, particularly the small green parrot, made us feel we were in a new
world; and a repetition of our walk the next morning would have pleased us
well, but Miss Wright was anxious to get home, and we were scarcely less so to
see her Nashoba. A clumsy sort of caravan drawn by two horses was prepared for
us; and we set off in high spirits for an expedition of fifteen miles through
the forest. To avoid passing one of the bridges above described, which was
thought insecure, our negro driver took us through a piece of water, which he
assured us was not deep “to matter” however we soon lost sight of
our pole, and as we were evidently descending, we gently remonstrated with him
on the danger of proceeding, but he only grinned, and flogged in reply; we soon
saw the front wheels disappear, and horses began to plunge and kick most
alarmingly, but still without his looking at all disturbed. At length the
splinter-bar gave way, upon which the black philosopher said very composedly,
“I expect you’ll best be riding out upon the horses, as we’ve
got into an unhandsome fix here.” Miss Wright, who sat composedly smiling
at the scene, said, “Yes, Jacob, that is what we must do;” and with
some difficulty we, in this manner, reached the shore, and soon found ourselves
again assembled round Mrs. Anderson’s fire.</p>
<p>It was soon settled that we must delay our departure till the waters had
subsided, but Miss Wright was too anxious to reach home to endure this delay
and she set off again on horseback, accompanied by our man servant, who told me
afterwards that they rode through places that might have daunted the boldest
hunter, but that “Miss Wright took it quite easy.”</p>
<p>The next day we started again, and the clear air, the bright sun, the novel
wildness of the dark forest, and our keenly awakened curiosity, made the
excursion delightful, and enabled us to bear without shrinking the bumps and
bruises we encountered. We soon lost all trace of a road, at least so it
appeared to us, for the stumps of the trees, which had been cut away to open a
passage, were left standing three feet high. Over these, the high-hung
Deerborn, as our carriage was called, passed safely; but it required some miles
of experience to convince us that every stump would not be our last; it was
amusing to watch the cool and easy skill with which the driver wound his horses
and wheels among these stumps. I thought he might have been imported to Bond
street with great advantage. The forest became thicker and more dreary-looking
every mile we advanced, but our ever-grinning negro declared it was a right
good road, and that we should be sure to get to Nashoba.</p>
<p>And so we did….and one glance sufficed to convince me that every idea I had
formed of the place was as far as possible from the truth. Desolation was the
only feeling—the only word that presented itself; but it was not spoken.
I think, however, that Miss Wright was aware of the painful impression the
sight of her forest home produced on me, and I doubt not that the conviction
reached us both at the same moment, that we had erred in thinking that a few
months passed together at this spot could be productive of pleasure to either.
But to do her justice, I believe her mind was so exclusively occupied by the
object she had then in view, that all things else were worthless, or
indifferent to her. I never heard or read of any enthusiasm approaching
her’s, except in some few instances, in ages past, of religious
fanaticism.</p>
<p>It must have been some feeling equally powerful which enabled Miss Wright,
accustomed to all the comfort and refinement of Europe, to imagine not only
that she herself could exist in this wilderness, but that her European friends
could enter there, and not feel dismayed at the savage aspect of the scene. The
annexed plate gives a faithful view of the cleared space and buildings which
form the settlement. Each building consisted of two large rooms furnished in
the most simple manner; nor had they as yet collected round them any of those
minor comforts which ordinary minds class among the necessaries of life. But in
this our philosophical friend seemed to see no evil; nor was there any mixture
of affectation in this indifference; it was a circumstance really and truly
beneath her notice. Her whole heart and soul were occupied by the hope of
raising the African to the level of European intellect; and even now, that I
have seen this favourite fabric of her imagination fall to pieces beneath her
feet, I cannot recall the self-devotion with which she gave herself to it,
without admiration.</p>
<p>The only white persons we found at Nashoba were my amiable friend, Mrs.
W—, the sister of Miss Wright, and her husband. I think they had between
thirty and forty slaves, including children, but when I was there no school had
been established. Books and other materials for the great experiment had been
collected, and one or two professors engaged, but nothing was yet organized. I
found my friend Mrs. W— in very bad health, which she confessed she
attributed to the climate. This naturally so much alarmed me for my children,
that I decided upon leaving the place with as little delay as possible, and did
so at the end of ten days.</p>
<p>I do not exactly know what was the immediate cause which induced Miss Wright to
abandon a scheme which had taken such possession of her imagination, and on
which she had expended so much money; but many months had not elapsed before I
learnt, with much pleasure, that she and her sister had also left it. I think
it probable that she became aware upon returning to Nashoba, that the climate
was too hostile to their health. All I know farther of Nashoba is, that Miss
Wright having found (from some cause or other) that it was impossible to pursue
her object, herself accompanied her slaves to Hayti, and left them there, free,
and under the protection of the President.</p>
<p>I found no beauty in the scenery round Nashoba, nor can I conceive that it
would possess any even in summer. The trees were so close to each other as not
to permit the growth of underwood, the great ornament of the forest at New
Orleans, and still less of our seeing any openings, where the varying effects
of light and shade might atone for the absence of other objects. The clearing
round the settlement appeared to me inconsiderable and imperfect; but I was
told that they had grown good crops of cotton and Indian corn. The weather was
dry and agreeable, and the aspects of the heavens by night surprisingly
beautiful. I never saw moonlight so clear, so pure, so powerful.</p>
<p>We returned to Memphis on the 26th January, 1828, and found ourselves obliged
to pass five days there, awaiting a steam-boat for Cincinnati, to which
metropolis of the west, I was now determined to proceed with my family to await
the arrival of Mr. Trollope. We were told by everyone we spoke to at Memphis,
that it was in all respects the finest situation west of the Alleghanies. We
found many lovely walks among the broken forest glades around Memphis, which,
together with a morning and evening enjoyment of the effects of a glowing
horizon on the river, enabled us to wait patiently for the boat that was to
bear us away.</p>
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