Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1866-03-15
Nnmara,1s geaaing.
Horace areeley's Ride to Placerville.

written powerful leaders in the Tribune IN
favor of the Pacific railroad, which had
greatly endeared him to the citizens OF the
Golden State, and therefore they made
much of him when be 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 Co., to carry him
from Folsom to Placerville-distance forty
miles The extra was in some way delayed,
and did not leave Folsom until in the af-
noon. . Mr.. Greely was to be feted at seven
o'clock that evening by the citizens of Pla'
cerville, 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, "Heury, this great man
must be there by seven to.knight" And
answered, "The great man shall be there" ."
The roads were in an awful state, and du'
ring the first few miles out of Folsom, slow
progress was made.
"Sir," said Mr.. Greedy, care you aware
that must be at Placerville at seven O'Clock
tonight"
I've got my orders" laconically replied
Henry Monk.
Still the coach dragged slowly forward.
"Sir," said Mr.. Greedy, "this is not q
.riaing matter. must be there at seven %
Again came the answer, "I've got my
orders !'
But the speed was not increased, and
Mr. Greedy chafed away another half au
hour, when, as be was again about to re-
moustrate with the driver, the horses star.
ted in furious r1n, and all sorts of encour.
aging yells filled the air from the throat of
Henry Monk.
"That is right, my good fellow" cried
Mr.. Greedy "I'll give you ten dollars when
we get to Plscervile. 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! Hi vi
G'long! Yip-yip"
And on they tore over stones and ruts,
up hill and down, at rate of speed never
before achieved by stage horses.
Mr.. Greedy, who had been bouncing from
one end of the coach to the other like an
India rubber ball, managed to get his head
out of the window, when he said:
"Do-n't.on't you-u.u think we.e.e shall
get there by seven if We do.uo't-on't 60 so
fast ?"
dive got my orders! !" That was all Hen
ry Monk said. And OF tore the coach.
1t was becoming serious. Already the
journalist was extremely sore from the ter
rible jolting, and again his head "might
have been seem at the window.
"Sir," he said, "Idon't care-ifwe don't t
get there at seven! !'
M've got my orders !"
Fresh horses. Forward again, faster than
before Over rocks and stumps, on one of
which the coach narrowly escaped turning a
soner.sault.
"See here p shrieked Mr.. Greely, q"
don't care if we don't get there at all !"
"Pve got my orders! work for the CAL
iforny Stage Company, l do. That's what
work for. They said, get this man through
by seving," and this mans goin through
You bet j.! Gerlong. Whooep"
Another frightful jerk and Mr. Greely's
bald head suddenly found its way through
the roof of the coach, amidst the crash of
small timbers and the ripping of strong can
vas.
"Stop, you maniacP' he roared.
Again answered Henry Monk. "Pve got
my orders! Keep your seat, Horace p'
At Mud Springs, village few miles
from Placerville, they met large delega.
ton of the citizens of Placerville, who had
come out to meet the celebrated editor, and
escort him to town. There was military
company, a brass band, and six horse wa
gon load of beautiful girls in milk white
dresses representing all the States in the
Union. 1t was nearly dark now, but the
delegation was amply provided with torch.
es, and bop6res blazed all along the road to
Placervile.
The citizens met the coach in the out
skirts of Mud Springs, and Mr.. Monk,
reined in his foam. covered steeds.
"Is Mr.. Greedy on board?" asked the
chairman of the committee
"He was a 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, syes, l can see him. He
is there"
"Mr. Greely," said the Chairman of the
committee, presenting himself at the win.
dow of the coach, "Mr Greedy, we have
come most cordially to welcome you, sir
why, God bless me, sir, you are bleeding at
the nose"
"I've got ny orders," cried Mr.. Monk
"My orders is as follers: "Git him there
BY sewing 1t was quarter of sewing
Stand out of the way"
"But, sir" exclaimed the committeeman, J.,
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 people and the young women,
sir"
Pve got my orders !" screamed Mr. Monk.
My orders don't say nothin' about no brass