Over the Santa Fé Trail, 1857Napton, William Barclay
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Over the Santa Fé Trail, 1857
Napton, William Barclay
Santa Fe National Historic Trail
The boat was a medium-sized Missouri River packet, nearly new, with
side wheels and powerful engines. Steamboating on the Missouri had
then reached the highest stage of prosperity. A line of splendidly
furnished and equipped passenger boats ran from St. Louis to St.
Joseph, providing almost every comfort and luxury a traveler could
ask. The table was elegant and the cuisine excellent, the cabin and
state-rooms sumptuously furnished, and last but not least, there was
always a bar where any kind of liquor could be found by those who
preferred it to Missouri River water. There were good facilities
for card-playing either with or without money, and no restraint in
either case. There was usually a piano in the cabin, and frequently a
fair band of musicians among the waiters and cabin-boys. These great
passenger-boats ran all night, up and down the most treacherous and
changeable of all the navigable streams. To be a first-class pilot on
the Missouri River was equivalent to earning the highest wages paid
in the West at that time. The chief pilot of our boat, R. B--, was of
that class. Just before he took service on this boat he had forfeited
a contract for the season at $1,000 a month with the “Morning Star,” a
large passenger-packet, running from St. Louis to St. Joseph, from the
fact that he was on one of his periodical sprees when she was ready to
embark from St. Louis.
After the boat got under way, I spent a great deal of time in the
pilot-house with R. B--, who I found a man of fair education and
considerable culture, a devotee of Shakespeare, quoting or reciting
page after page of his “Tragedies” without interruption of his duties
at the helm of the boat, a position requiring great courage and steady
nerves. R. B-- knew every twist and turn of the channel of the Missouri
from St. Louis to St. Joseph, knew every bar where the river was either
cutting out its bed or filling it up, knew precisely the location of
every snag protruding above water, and of many that were invisible
except at a low stage of water--in short, knew at all times, night or
day, exactly the position of the boat and its bearings.
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