The Rural Magazine, and Literary Evening Fire-Side, Vol. 1 No. 01 (1820)Various
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The Rural Magazine, and Literary Evening Fire-Side, Vol. 1 No. 01 (1820)
Various
Agriculture; Agriculture -- Periodicals
From Norfolk our voyage to Baltimore surpassed all my former ideas
of rapidity. We passed up to Baltimore in so short a space of time,
and in _such_ a steam-boat, that I dread your incredulity were I to
give you particulars. Let it suffice that _but a few hours_ brought
us to Baltimore, reputed to be in commercial importance the fourth
city in the Union. You know it was my first object to visit the
respectable gentlemen in this place to to whom I have letters, and
most of whom have at one time or another done business with our
house. But on the instant of my arrival I was utterly confounded by
the intelligence that the yellow fever, that scourge of America,
and so justly dreaded by all Europeans, but more particularly by
the inhabitants of northern climates, had made its appearance at
a place called Fell's Point, either in the vicinity of the city,
or forming one of the suburbs; I was in too much consternation to
learn which. Indeed I was so much annoyed by the continual reports
of the _yellow fever_ at _the Point_, and what they called the _bank
fever_ in the city, that I could hardly tell where I was, or what
I was to do.--Luckily, a very good looking gentleman, seeing my
perplexity, and imagining--for I cannot tell how else he happened
to fix upon me--that I was an Englishman, told me that I could not
get out of the city of Baltimore too soon, because it had had the
curse of Cain upon it ever since the celebrated mob business (that
we heard our Maryland friend R. speak about) some years ago, that it
had the plague at the Point, and the yellow or white fever, he did
not care which, at the other end of the town. This would have been
news almost enough to frighten our lamented friend General R. (if he
ever could have known fear;) and instead of visiting the spot where
he terminated his brief career in this world, which I intended to
have done on the moment of my landing, as performing the last pious
act of duty to his memory that affection demanded, I determined to
fly from this new enemy with almost as much precipitation as the
Yankees (by _our_ official accounts) fled from our departed hero
in his various incursions in the states, adjoining the waters of
the Chesapeake. I ordered a post chaise _instanter_. The servant
replied, "it went before day, sir." Is it possible, said I, that
at a house frequented as this is, (Mr. G's.) there is but one post
chaise. Get me one at any rate, I returned in a pretty quick tone,
and have my baggage put to it immediately. "Why, master," rejoined
George, (I thought the better of him for his name, and perhaps,
novice as I am, because he was black) "there is no other post chaise
till to-morrow; but the steam-boat will go at five o'clock, master,
if that will suit you." It wanted but a few minutes of that hour. I
leaped into a hackney coach, (which by the way I was surprised to
see in such a new country, unless it had been moved by steam) and
ere the hour had struck, was safe on board a very commodious vessel,
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