The Iowa transcript. (Toledo, Tama County, Iowa) 1858-1866, 1866-02-14

1 Ioiter round my cresses-
And ont again curve and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come, and men may Co.
But go on orevsr--ever-I go on forevcrl
Horace Grccley's Ride TO Pm,
cervfllc.
From Artemus Wards Travels In California.
When Horace Greeley was in California
ovations awaited him at every town. He
had written powerful leaders ia the n Y.
Tribune in favor the Pacific railroad, which
had greatly endearcd him to the citizens of
the golden State. And therefore they made
much Of him when he went to see them.
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 great journalist, and an extra
coach, with extra relays Of horses, was
chartered of the California Stage Company
to carry him from Folsom to Placerville-
distance forty miles The extra was on
some account delayed, and did not leave
Folsom until late in the afternoon. Mr..
Greeley was to be feted At Z o'clock that
evening at Placerville, and it 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 o'clock to-
night" And Henry answered, "the great
man shah be there
The roads were in an awful state, and
during the first few miles ont Of Folsom,
very slow progress was made.
Sir" said Mr.. Greeley, are you aware
that mast be at Placerville at o'clock to-
night? ,"
.:Tve got my orders" laconically re-
turned Henry Monk.
Still the coach dragged slowly forward.
"Sir," said Mr.. Greeley, "this is not a
trifing matter. must be there at seven !"
Again came the answer, "I've got my
orders"
But the speed was not increased, and Mr..
Greeley chafed away another half hour,
when, Us he was again about to demonstrate
with the driver, the horses suddenly started
into furious run, and all sorts Of encour-
aging yells filled the air from the throat Of
Henry Monk.
"That is right my good fellow" said
Mr.. Greeley, "Tll give you ten dollars
when we get to Placerville. Now We are
going!"
They were, indeed, and at q terrible
speed.
Crack, crack. went the whip, and again
"that voice" split the air. "Git ur. Hi
vi! G'long. Yip-yip!"
And on they tore, over ruts and stones,
up hill and down, at rate Of speed never
achieved by stage horses.
Mr.. Greeley, who had been bouncing
from one end Of the stage to the other, like
an India rubber ball, managed to get his
head out Of the window, when he said
D-on't-on't youthful think we-e-e
shall get there by seven if we do-on't-on't
go SO fast -
1--WE got my orders!" That was all
Henry Monk said. And on tore the coach.
1t was becoming serious. Already the
journalist was becoming extremely sore
from the terrible jolting, and again his head
'smight have been seen at the window"
"Sir," he said, 81 don't care-care-are,
if we don't get there at seven"
"I have got my orders. :"
Fresh horses forward again faster than
before: over rocks and stumps; on one
which the coach narrowly escaped turning
summerset.
..See here!" shrieked Mr.. Greeley. 81
don't care if we don't get there at all -
GIVE got my orders work for the
California Stage Company, l do. That's
wot l work for. They said git this man
through by sewing An this mans agoin'
through. You bet G'long! Whoe-ep!"
Another frightful jolt, and Mr.. Greeley's
bald head suddenly found its way through
the roof of the coach, amidst the crash Of
email timbers and the ripping Of strong
canvass.
..Stop, you-maniac 7" he roared.
Again answered Henry Monk
1--WE got my orders! Keep your seat.
Horace :" n
At Mud Springs, village few miles
from Placerville, they met large delega-
ton Of citizens from Placerville, who had
come out to meet the celebrated editor, and
escort him into town. There was mill
tary company, brass hand. and q six
horse wagon load of beautiful damsels in
States in the Union. 1t was nearly dark
ed with torches and bon6res all along the
road to Placerville.
The citizens met the coach in the out.
Tirts Of Mud Springs, and Mr.. Monk rein
ed in his foaming steeds.
- VAIs NAOCAVy VA OVOAA 0SAVA SAAS
Chairman Of the Committee.
"He was a few miles back! said Mr.
Monk; Eyes,, he added, looking dowr
through the hole the fearful jolting has
made in the coach roof-"yes, l can Sc,
him He is there :"
ssMr. Greeley said the chairman Of tn,
committee, presenting himself at the win
dow Of the coach" Mr.. Greeley, sir! w,
are come to most cordially welcome You
sir--why, God bless me, sir, you ar,
bleeding at the nose!'
"rve got my orders :" cried Mr.. Monk
"My orders are rs follows:
"Git him there by sewing. Stand out Q
tho way"
But, SIR" exclaimed the committee man
seizing the off leader by the reins-" Mr.
Monk, we are to escort him into town
Look at the procession, sir, and brass bant
and people, and the young women, sir"
4 "rye got my orders /" screamed Mr.
Monk. "My orders don't say nothin' abou
no brass bands and young women. My or
ders says get him there by sewing. Let 8
them lines clear Ahe way there! Woo-ep
Keep your seat, Horace!" and the coacl
dashed wildly through the procession, up
setting portion Of the brass band, and VIC
lently grazing the wagon which containe'
the beautiful young women in white.
Years hence gray haired men, who wer
little boys in this procession, will tell thsi