Dickens, Charles – American Notes for General Circulation

seeing that intolerable river dragging its slimy length and ugly

freight abruptly off towards New Orleans; and passing a yellow line

which stretched across the current, were again upon the clear Ohio,

never, I trust, to see the Mississippi more, saving in troubled

dreams and nightmares. Leaving it for the company of its sparkling

neighbour, was like the transition from pain to ease, or the

awakening from a horrible vision to cheerful realities.

We arrived at Louisville on the fourth night, and gladly availed

ourselves of its excellent hotel. Next day we went on in the Ben

Franklin, a beautiful mail steamboat, and reached Cincinnati

shortly after midnight. Being by this time nearly tired of

sleeping upon shelves, we had remained awake to go ashore

straightway; and groping a passage across the dark decks of other

boats, and among labyrinths of engine-machinery and leaking casks

of molasses, we reached the streets, knocked up the porter at the

hotel where we had stayed before, and were, to our great joy,

safely housed soon afterwards.

We rested but one day at Cincinnati, and then resumed our journey

to Sandusky. As it comprised two varieties of stage-coach

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travelling, which, with those I have already glanced at, comprehend

the main characteristics of this mode of transit in America, I will

take the reader as our fellow-passenger, and pledge myself to

perform the distance with all possible despatch.

Our place of destination in the first instance is Columbus. It is

distant about a hundred and twenty miles from Cincinnati, but there

is a macadamised road (rare blessing!) the whole way, and the rate

of travelling upon it is six miles an hour.

We start at eight o’clock in the morning, in a great mail-coach,

whose huge cheeks are so very ruddy and plethoric, that it appears

to be troubled with a tendency of blood to the head. Dropsical it

certainly is, for it will hold a dozen passengers inside. But,

wonderful to add, it is very clean and bright, being nearly new;

and rattles through the streets of Cincinnati gaily.

Our way lies through a beautiful country, richly cultivated, and

luxuriant in its promise of an abundant harvest. Sometimes we pass

a field where the strong bristling stalks of Indian corn look like

a crop of walking-sticks, and sometimes an enclosure where the

green wheat is springing up among a labyrinth of stumps; the

primitive worm-fence is universal, and an ugly thing it is; but the

farms are neatly kept, and, save for these differences, one might

be travelling just now in Kent.

We often stop to water at a roadside inn, which is always dull and

silent. The coachman dismounts and fills his bucket, and holds it

to the horses’ heads. There is scarcely ever any one to help him;

there are seldom any loungers standing round; and never any stablecompany

with jokes to crack. Sometimes, when we have changed our

team, there is a difficulty in starting again, arising out of the

prevalent mode of breaking a young horse: which is to catch him,

harness him against his will, and put him in a stage-coach without

further notice: but we get on somehow or other, after a great many

kicks and a violent struggle; and jog on as before again.

Occasionally, when we stop to change, some two or three halfdrunken

loafers will come loitering out with their hands in their

pockets, or will be seen kicking their heels in rocking-chairs, or

lounging on the window-sill, or sitting on a rail within the

colonnade: they have not often anything to say though, either to

us or to each other, but sit there idly staring at the coach and

horses. The landlord of the inn is usually among them, and seems,

of all the party, to be the least connected with the business of

the house. Indeed he is with reference to the tavern, what the

driver is in relation to the coach and passengers: whatever

happens in his sphere of action, he is quite indifferent, and

perfectly easy in his mind.

The frequent change of coachmen works no change or variety in the

coachman’s character. He is always dirty, sullen, and taciturn.

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