The History of Western Travel. Harriet Martineau

       Harriet Martineau

      The History of Western Travel

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Table of Contents

       Volume 1

       Volume 2

      Volume 1

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       PREFACE.

       THE VOYAGE.

       FIRST IMPRESSIONS.

       THE HUDSON.

       PINE ORCHARD HOUSE.

       WEDDINGS.

       HIGH ROAD TRAVELLING.

       FORT ERIE.

       NIAGARA.

       PRIESTLEY.

       PRISONS.

       FIRST SIGHT OF SLAVERY.

       LIFE AT WASHINGTON.

       THE CAPITOL.

       MOUNT VERNON.

       MADISON.

       JEFFERSON'S UNIVERSITY.

       COUNTRY LIFE IN THE SOUTH.

       CITY LIFE IN THE SOUTH.

       RESTLESS SLAVES.

       NEW-ORLEANS.

PREFACE.

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      When I finished my late work on Society in America, I had not the most remote idea of writing anything more on the subject of the New World. I have since been strongly solicited to communicate more of my personal narrative, and of the lighter characteristics of men, and incidents of travel, than it suited my purpose to give in the other work. It has also been represented to me that, as my published-book concerns the Americans at least as much as the English, there is room for another which shall supply to the English what the Americans do not want—a picture of the aspect of the country, and of its men and manners. There seems no reason why such a picture should not be appended to an inquiry into the theory and practice of their society; especially as I believe that I have little to tell which will not strengthen the feelings of respect and kindness with which the people of Great Britain are more and more learning to regard the inhabitants of the Western Republic. I have, therefore, willingly acceded to the desire of such of my readers as have requested to be presented with my Retrospect of Western Travel.

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      THE VOYAGE.

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      "When the sun dawn'd, gay and glad,

       We set the sail and plied the oar;

       But when the night-wind blew like breath,

       For joy of one day's voyage more,

       We sang together on the wide sea,

       Like men at peace on a peaceful shore;

       Each sail was loosed to the wind so free,

       The helm made sure by the twilight star,

       And in a sleep as calm as death

       We the voyagers from afar

       Lay stretched."

      Paracelsus, Part iv.

      The packet-ship in which my passage was taken, the United States, Captain Nathan Holdrege, was to have sailed from Liverpool on Friday, the 8th of August, 1834, at eleven o'clock. At half past ten my fellow-traveller and I, with our friends, were on the way to the dock, in some doubt about our departure, from the wind being directly against us, when we met a gentleman interested in the sailing of the vessel, who told us that we might turn back, as the captain had given up all hope of getting out of port that day. This was uncomfortable news enough. We had bidden farewell to many friends, half the pain of parting was over, and there was little pleasure in having it all to go through again.

      We resolved to proceed to the dock, to put our luggage on board, and see for ourselves the true state of affairs. It was not very agreeable. The deck was encumbered with water-casks and chests; the captain was fidgeting about, giving his orders in a voice rather less placid than ordinary; a great number of inquiring persons, who had come down to see us off, had to be told that we were not going to-day, and why; and several of the American passengers were on the spot, looking very melancholy. They had entered the 8th in their journals as the day of sailing, brought down their portmanteaus, paid their bills at the hotel, and taken leave of Boots and chambermaid. Here they were left with four-and-twenty dreary and expensive hours upon their hands, and who knew how many more than four-and-twenty? One declared that the wind appeared as if it had set in against us, and he should not be surprised if it was a week before we sailed. Their fate was so truly mournful, that I was ashamed of feeling any discomfiture on my own account, domesticated as I was in the nearest and dearest of homes next to my own. Our disconsolate acquaintance among the passengers were invited to dispose of their evening with us; and we returned