I used to see that my name was larger than almost any other on the
bills, but was led to believe that it was because I was a boy, and not
likely to excite the jealousy of the other members of the company. It
may not be very soothing to my vanity, but, dwelling upon these things
dispassionately, I have my honest doubts now whether I was not always a
greater success as an advertisement than as a performer.
I was promised at New Orleans that, if I would go over to Galveston,
Texas, with the minstrel troupe, I should certainly be allowed to
retire from public life. So we left the Palace and the Raymond at the
levee of the former city, and took passage in the regular steamship,
crossing the Gulf to Galveston. We performed there two or three weeks
with great success. Few minstrels then had wandered that way, and thus
it happened that my farewell appearance as a dancer was greeted with a
crowded house. Except as a poor lecturer, I have never been on the stage
since I left Galveston.
* * * * *
Still resolved to go to college at Cape Girardeau, I returned to New
Orleans, and took passage to Cairo on the steamer L. M. Kennett. Barney
Williams and his wife were on board during the tedious voyage; but I
suppose they have long since forgotten all about the urchin who
surprised and bored them with his minute knowledge of the early history
of the country through which we passed.
The river above Cairo, very much to my sorrow, was frozen over, for it
was midwinter. There was no alternative for me but to proceed to Cape
Girardeau by land,--a long, difficult, and expensive journey in those
times. After a great deal of trouble and some danger, I arrived at the
gates of the College, and proceeded directly to the room of the
president.
The kindly face that I remembered so well again beamed upon me, as I
stood before him and said that I had come to stay a year, at least, at
his school. At his good-natured question as to how much money I had, I
emptied my pocket of just thirty-five dollars in gold. That was the sum
to which the unforeseen expenses of my long journey had reduced me.
The president, being aware that the river was frozen,--so that I could
not get away even if I had had money enough to go with,--and having much
greater discretionary power than the presidents of our Protestant
colleges, told me that I might stay.
At the end of my year the river was again frozen, and the good president
was again prevailed upon to keep me till the close of that college term,
which would be in the middle of the ensuing summer. So I was for sixteen
months in all a student in St. Vincent’s College.
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