New-York daily tribune., 1854-09-15
COMING UP THE BAY.

tree. with here and there q Lite window like loop
hole in castle wall, less in all its size than sons
single panes Of City slsssi the door, perchance Of
massive osk, swinging upon great wroughtiron
hinges outward from the wall; pcrchancs made in
haIyes that while the lower part is closed against an
welcome guests, whether Of men or chickens, the
upper part lie open to the welcome breeze seawsrd-
coming Of summer day. The roof, often, like an
old man with bended back, bumped out on either
side, gsmbrel-shaped, to give more room to sleepsn,
where they might be luled 70 rect with the sweetest
music to farmers ears-the music Of the ran-drops
pstteSng upon the drouhparcbed shingles Of mat old
NOISY roof-the same that b. covered FIVE genera
tons Of jersey farmers-good, honest, sober healthy
working men and women; little thinking, almost ua-
changing; still podding in their fathers paths; still
spinning and wearing linsey woolsey; sta living to
good old age within three hours Of this gr.at mart
Of great western world, where breathes each day
million souls; still wondering how much bigger the
town of York" has grown than their own almost
equally aged vi1age still thinking that they should
IKE 10 90 and see IT, yet podding from day TO day
thew die at last beneath the shingles they were born
under. and never see the City-never come up the
Bay.
The truth is these honest people like not the present
mode Of travelling. STEAMBOATS, have usurped the place
of the ancient Jersey market boats that used to osi
ont of the crooked-cbanneled Neversnk with the tide
and watching favorable opportunity under the shell
ter Of the Hook Highlands, make safe run up the
Bay to the Nsrrows, and thence with another favor
ing tide along the farm-lined shores of Long Island,
through Buttermilk Channel steering for the wooded
"hights" opposite Welst and, finally, at fsvoring
moment Of the stiff current Of the East River dropping
over to Fly Market with load Of pine wood and
pumpkins, for sale by the owner on board" Per-
haps, however, in coming up the sloop or schooner
hugged the Staten Island shore, and if the wind
favored when she passed "the upper farm" where
the Quarantine Hospital now stands, she made bold
stretch over toward Communipaw, and entered that
river of rivers, the Hudson, which came from some
uneIplored wilderness of the north. Then navi.
gator would steer boldly into the precincts of Bear
Market" with load Of that most valued, In those
days, of all jersey products-the raw material Of
sauer kraut.
Before the order" Stand by forward Take that
"rnei On shore there, hop'-is fairly out the hail
comes back from shore-shore then where Wash
ington-.t. m-"Halloo, Capnl what ye ask for cab
"bagep "Don't know; the owners on board"
So he is-that is he in Quaker broadbrim and home
made coat. That is che in drab bonnet and white
ierchief of home grown Aax-home-spun linen ! ID
this is young Jemima with white sun-bonnet, lat
covers-how unlike modern city ladies head-gear!-
head neck and shoulders in its snowy folds. Look
under its broad 'front.' there peep out pair of bright
eyes from beneath brown curs and broad foreht d;
there glisten the brightest teeth there glows rich
warm complexion, borrowed only Of the free air and
sunshine.
These were the "owner on board" This rds (,
Jersey market boat which had just come from where
we are coming this pleasant evening. Now all 10
changed: the tell Of the daily up and down steam.
beat is ringing its last ring hurryng to be off, for
she is net the old weekly packet" but one OF q
tito. steam propelled, all looming up the bay this
evening, Now we are off. No. Capt. Parker sings
out, "bold on and here comes in a Jersey
wagon" drive, by black boy sixty years old, one
Of the last remains Of Jersey slavery, with the very
personifcation of cgr "owners on board, as they
were seen az Bear Market hundred years ago.
There IL the same coat and hat-the ssme drab bon
net and white kerchief-the same faces-al the same
but Jemimas sun bonnet-that hangs on q nail under
the old gsmbre' roof at home while it's place here 10
occupied by one Of those things patterned by the
niner after large oyster shell covered with rag
eed sea-weed. II is ga love of bonnet so called
because il is 80 unlovey that whoever wears its like
has forgotten that a modest woman should keep her
head covered. This only covers the back of the
neck The face is left bare for the sun to shine in
and man 10 stare Of. II is not "sun bonnet, and
Jemims does not look well in it. She wears it be-
ssuse it il fashionable and she and her mother are
coming up the baylor the first time perhaps-to see
New-York. They have thought Of it long-thc
mother always dreading-she was afraid of steam
boats-but at length consenting, because Jemma
could not 90 with her father alone. The cabbage,
the melons, the tomatoes, potatoes, peaches, green
corn and yellow squashes all on board, and with
host OF passengers we are of. Much to Jemimas
satisfaction n-much to the relief Of the mother who
did not like the fuss the steam kept up" leaving
tba. Red Bank of ron-rustcd earth and its crowd Of
idlers who, in their want Of occupation for head or
bands have come to see us of.
al. the wind fair T. the mother asks, thinking Of
Old times, when wind was the propelling power from
Jersey shores. Fair il fair in our teeth and strong
but our stronger boat shoots ahead right in the winds
eye. Now che stops at jetty from the north shore
and takes in score Of barrels Of " nutmegs
spicy but sweetand the owncr, who goes as his own
consirnee. Now another addition, from another
north shore wharf; and ST. aght across the e1-
panded river for there upon new wharf at a new
hotel, the nucleus Of a new town, stand crowd Of
City gaety, that came down this morning, and are
coming up the Bay this evening.
Now we shoot over close under the high bluff,
covered with pine and cedsrs. The new passengers
ere taken on board put out again pass the Hook,
look out over the broad Atlantic, and feel its long
swell that comes rolling lsndwsrd. Soon again We
pass the Narrows and the beautiful panorsma within
bursts on the sight, bahed in the soft light of the
descending afternoon. Believe U.s. reader there are
few things more charming than coming up the Bay
when. as now. sun and skies are wearing their love