New Orleans daily crescent., 1866-01-18
s9qlu Orleans 9aiIg GErtstert,

From Arteniu. Ward,s New yolnms.


Horace Greeleys Ride to Placervric.
From Artemas Ward's New vonmel
When Horace Greeley was in California, oya-
powerful leaders in The Tribune III favor of the Pa
cihc Railroad, which had greatly endeared him to !
the citizens OF the Golden State, and therefore
they made much Of him when he went to see
At one town the enthusiastic populace tore his
celebrated white coat to pieces, and carried the
pieces home to remember him by.
The citizens Of placerville prepared to fete the
sBre6t Journalists, and an extra coach, with extra
relay Of horses was chartered Of the California
Stage e Company, 70 carry him from Folsom to Pla
ceryic- distance, forty miles, The extra was in
some way delayed, and din not leave Folsom until
late in the afternoon. Mr.. Greeley was to be
feted at seven O'Clock that evening BY the citizens
of Placeryille, and II was altogether necessary
that he should be there by that hour So the stage
company said to Henry Monk, the driver of the
extra, ! Henry, this great man must be there BY
great marshall be there i5l55
The roads were in an awful state, and during the /
first few miles out of Folsom slow progress was
said Mr.. Greeley, "are you aware that
must he at Placeryie at I o'clock to-night?N
I've got my orders ~ laconicalIy replied Henry
Monk. 57 5s55 b -7 7a N
SIN the coach dragged slowly forward.
Sir, /, said Mr.. Greeley, " this Is not q trifng
matter. must be there at seven ~ 7
But the speed was not increased, and Mr.. Gree
ley chsfed away another half hour. when, as he
Was again about to remonstrate with the driver,
the horses started into furious run, and all sorts
Of encouraging yells filed the air from the throat
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ceryille. Now We are going !"
They were, indeed, and at terrible speed
Crack, crack went the whip and again. that
voice split the air. Git up hil VII g'long
And on they tore over stones and rats, up hill
and down, ata.rate Of speed never before achieved
i by stage horses.
Mr.. Greeley who had been bouncing from one
end of the coach to the other like an lnda-rubber
ball, managed to get his head out of the window,
Il when he said
Do-n'tont-on't you.u-u think we-ee shall get
there by seven if we do.ont-ont go SO fast?n
SO I've got my orders! ~ That was all Henry
Monk said; and on tore the coach.
1t was becoming serious. Already the journal
X lat was extremely sore from the terrible jolting,
and again his head might have been seen = at
The window.
get there at seven +"
I've got my orders! Z"
4 Fresh horses. Forward again, faster than be-
4 fore. Over rocks and stumps, on one of which
the coach narrowly escaped turning somersault,
Sec here ~ shreked Mr. Greeley. al don't
care if we don't get there at all!',
I've got my orders! work for the Californy
Stage Company, d. That's what / work for.
4 They said Git this man through by sewing an
q Whooep III \
head suddenly found It's way through the re of Of
the coach, amidst the crash of small timbers and
the ripping Of strong canvass.
II Stop, You maniac 2 he roared.
45e Again answered Henry Monk, ''rve got my or
ders Keep your seat, Horace ~
At Mud Springs, village few miles from
Piacerylle. they met large delegation of the cti-
zens of Placerville who had come out to meet the
celebrated editor, and escort him to town. There
was military company, brass band, and a six
horse wagon load Of beautiful girls in milk white
dresses, representing all the States in the Union.
It was nearly dark now, but the delegation was
amply provided with torches, and bonfires blazed
Ali.alongtie road to Placerville.
The citizens met the coach in the outskirts of
Mud Springs, and Mr.. Monk reined in his foam
covered steeds.
= Is Mr.. Greeley on board ~ asked the chairman
Of the committee.
He was few miles back - said Mr.. Monk.
Yes he added, after looking down through the
hole which the fearful jolting and the head of Mr.
G. had made in the coach roof, eyes can see
him. Heis there
G MIR. Greeley,' said the chairman of the com.
mittee, presenting himself at the window Of the
& coach, { Mr. Greeley, we. have come most cor1i
AZ ally TO welcome you, sir--why, God bless me, sir
X; yon ore bleeding at the nose =
" I've got my orders y cried Mr.. Monk. My
orders is as foers Git him there hg seving.' Il
But, sir y exclaimed the committee man
seizing the off leader by the reins @ Mr.. Monk, We
are come to escort him into town. Look at the
procession, sir, and the brass band, and the peo
pie, and the young women, sr!o
pYe got my orders ~ screamed Mr.. Monk MY
\ orders don't say nothin' bout no brass bands ant
young women My orders says, g Git him there
By sewing, Let go the lines. Clear the way thar
coach dashed wildly through the procession, up
setting portion Of the brass band and violentl,
grazing the wagon which contained the beautifu
young woman in white. 5
Years hence, gray haired men, who were littl,
boys in this procession, will tell their grandchild
rem how this stage tore through Mud Springs, ant
how Horace Greeleys bald head ever and anol
showed itself like a wild apparition above tn
coachr0o
Mr. Monk was in time. There is tradition tina
Mr.. Greeley was very indignant for awhile thel
he laughed, and finally presented Mr.. Monk with
bran new suit of clothes.
Mr.. Monk himself is still in the employ of th
Gafdfha stage company, and is rather fond 9
relating story that has made him famous all owe
the Pacific coast, but he says he yields to no ma
In his admiration for Horace Greeley.
me aa'afs 81 'ns siesiS'"s. ss%%s'n'''s' rr'sn''
From the London Times, Dec 2oy
Hcould have been an easy task to write tn
message just brought to us from the New World
A ghastly wound yet unhealed, was not to be lai
open; the flowing lava and burning ash were
dbe lightly trodden on; but it was impossible t
II forget wholly the four most terrible years in th
worlds history. So the shade is present. thoug
unnamed like the one who was at the table or th
freside yesterday, and will never be A0nin. Frol
its beginning to its end the war is korrid chas
in the Presidents message, to the brink of whic
he must approach again and again, if only to tur
away. He fnds,a necessary relief in dreamy asp
II ratons and hazy commonplace which we ca
only say were never more exeusable. Z.
" President Johnson while crying down the MOTTO
of State sovereignty, points out that it was el
pressly provided no. State should levy duties