The Evansville daily journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ia. [i.e. Ind.]) 1848-1862, 1856-11-14
IOWA CORRESPONDENCE.
DAVENPORT, iowa, Nov. /, 1856

ing humor, by any means; nor do | feel that
any sense of duty demands that l should give
myself to your columns, my old Journal
friend, for even an hour Of this beautiful day.
God smiles most happily, without, on the prai-
ries and streams of this western Landau
there seems in the warm sunshine, half yelled
in an autumn mist and III the scarcely moving
breath Of sweet air, a reckoning, even to me,
to the outward world But l recollect that
good friends babe me write, to tell them OF
my journey to the Iowa land, and Of my safe
arrival there-if perchance it were safe-and
Of this spot, which in the passage
of four years has sprung from villagedom, to
the dignity of omnbuses, express wagons, gas
lights, and big hotels.
My journey may be quickly told, for it was
speedily over. Railroads make Indiana and
Iowa close neighbors. To start one afternoon
from Evansville, and take long walk before
tea next afternoon in Davenport, seems singu-
lar indeed; yet it was the history of the be-
ginning and end of my journey, with six
hours detainance on the way. A few choice
friends were at the Evansville depot, repre-
senting | trust, host of others, to bid me
and mine farewell. In their hearty good
wishes and God speeds" any fancied neglect
which might have laid at the heart doors of
other friends, was forgotten. In the warm
grasp of their hands, and CLOSING inn of their
hearts upon me in parting words of love. |
forgot that those for whose interests had la
bored seven long years, zealously and faith
fully as ever man worked, were coldly permit
ting ue to introduce myself to distant and
strange community, without single word or
testimonial which might indicate l had done
my duty, or any part of my duty, at my old
and much-loved home. But recollect dear
Journal, this is only side remark between
ourselves. Every type of your being knows
that your old master had some heart and feel
ing, and his friends should appreciate it.
Well, trust lighter hearts generally palpi
tate In the cars of the E. and G. Railroad, than
were ours till we reached Vincennes Friend
Clark, of the American, there administered
one of his excellent suppers, and we were our
selves again. AS the shades Of night gathered
we were on the prairies Of Illinois. Verify,
in the heavens, to welcome US. Immense arms
of fire seemed closing to embrace US, as the iron
steed and its serpent train Numbered along
Far in the distance. we seemed approaching
# oh cir info do hOV
zon of red and gold-then line of fame,
frightening for miles across the prairie, and
rising higher and higher as we neared it, and
finally plunged along side of the cracking
flames, making the track bright as day. Thou
sands of birds lowered around the smoke, as
if they would stop the progress of the confla-
grafton. But we left them vainly Tapping
their wings, and in an hour were clearing the
dismal mysteries of night on the prairie.
need not tell you, my intelligent old friend,
of the little trials and tribulations incident to
changes" on the railroad, when a naturally
not very patient ex-edtor has in charge divers
trunks and female baggage, all to be attend
ed to in a. hurry, and, as every railroad tray
eler knows. under aggravating circumstances.
But proved faithful and trustworthy. Even
a cage of birds were toted about with parental
solicitude. Like my little German friend, l
might have thought tam, good many times, but
my companion will vouch for the fact that
did not say it once-in her hearing. But as a
proof that 1 did not at all times preserve my
proverbial good nature, may cite an extreme
ly ill-humored reply it was out of my power
to resist making to a nice young man, although
ran extreme personal risk thereby. Logging
along that cage through crowded car, and
vainly seeking seat, and the train already
moving, this nice young man, for the amuse-
ment OF two still moro exquisite girls at his
side, remarked
Dear mel guess that individual is rails
ing poultry for a living
| hope the fires of an aroused ex-editor
flushed in my eyes as Iremarkd stopping and
am not more successful in rearing poultry than
your mother has been in raising good-manner-
ed asses, 1 shall certainly break at the bus
mess" He didn't hit me, and I am glad of it
las the birds might have been hurt---but the
girls eaughed, and we got seats.
But, bless mel have gossiped away sew
eral pages, and the journey itself is not finish
ed yet. Well, we did finish it with entire
success, arriving at Rock Island a little after
o'clock the afternoon subsequent to our de-
parture from Evansville. After short delay,
we crossed the famous Mississippi bridge-the
train moving very slowly. This magnificent