The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1867-10-09


The journey, His overland trip attracted much
attention. A farmer asked me II Horace Gree.
icy had JAILED in business, and was going to
Pikes Peak to dig gold Another inquired If
he was about to etart newspaper in Manhattan.
And as we were leaving one station an Indian
girl eaid to a new-comer:-
Horace Greeley in his old white coat ie sit
ting in that Coachln
Twenty miles beyond, after passing three
large farms based on "a horizontal rather than
a perpendicular aeticulturcn ~ we reached Fort
Riley, ore Of our most beautiful military posts
and IN the geographical centre of our national
possessions. All the buildings are two stories
high, OF light limestone resembling marble.
just beyond, we crossed the Republican river
which, rising near the Rocky Mountains, winds
eastward for SIX hundred miles and here unltes
with the Smoky Hill Fork to form the Kansas.
The dim, coucal, smoky hills from which the
chIel TRIBUTARY Is named are visible on the hori-
Zon though hundred miles distant. Timber
abounds near the fort; cottonwood uee nine
ret IN diameter was recently cut here. we
stopped for The night az Junction City (Station
Seven), the frontier post Office and settlement
OF Kansas. The editor OF its wee6ly newspaper
an old Californian, spoke withg great enIhus asm
OF the GOlCen Stale. Mr.. Greeley replled:-
81 have heard some hundreds OF returned
Cahtolnlans use the same expressions; but one
thing cannot understand, 1t you liked Cal-
iOrnia so well, why DIDN'T you stay there?
because Twas - fool" replied the rowing
journalist.
In the evening, by invitation of the citizens,
Mr. Greeley addressed, an attentive audience IA
the unfinished stone church. Theme, "RepuD-
hcanIsm." Days travel forty miles.
NAY 30.-At station Twelve where we dlned,
the cal Casses of seven builaloes we're half SUB
merged in the creek. Yesterday q herd OF three
thousand crossed the stream, leapug down the
steep banks. A few broke their neCks oy the
fall; others were trampled TO death by those
pressing on from behind
This afternoon our coach was stopped at
creek crossing by mred wagon which blocked
the road. Several OHIO emigrants, With their
weary cattle, were endeavoring to eXtrlcate 1t:
M Grpp1p nH hpDn In IN
the wheels from out the Slough of Despond
While they paused a moment one inquired Of
| the stranger his business He replied that he
| was connected with New ork daily journal.
'What journalW
1.-THE Tribune ~
"Ah that's old Greeley's paper, isn't it?7
eyes, sir.o
Just then another OF the party who had been
| absent returned, and recognizing the ablest
editor and most influential American OF our
generation laboring at the wheel, said to his
COmrades:-
"Gentlemen this is Mr.. Greeley, of New York" "
The curious interrogator was dumb with
amazement and chagrin,
! Nearly every train we pass contains some emil
| grant who stops the coach ard remarks:-
| "Mr. Greeley, my name is -. | heard you
| lecture fourteen years ago."
And the veteran journalist invariably replies:-
"Oh, yes! How are my old friends A.. B., and
| c. ?" naming hall-a-score of citizens in the re-
| gior--Vhether of Maine or Minnesota-from
| which the stranger halls, But to-day on the
stranger, is that John Greeley those fellows
| talk SO much aboutW
| "No-HoraCe."
| Horace Horace Greeley-who is he?o
| Editor of the Tribune"
(Which W
Editor of the New York Tribune"
'What's that"
enlightened my interlocutor, who seemed to
| feel that he had gained valuable information,
| and explained that he was "born and raised" in
Miss ouTl.
And in this connection we may as well give
our authors account of
THE RIDE DOWN THE SIERRA NEvADAs.
Crossing the summit seven thousand feet
| above the sea, we looked back upon grand
| panorama. Far below us gittered Tahoe,
| brightest gem in the mountain coronet of those
| twin Queens, the Golden and the Silver State.
| We saw every variety of form and color noun
| tain and valley, the deepest green and the
| pu1est snow. Then we began to descend.
| Here, where the turnpike in winter is sometimes
| obstruCt6d by twenty feet of snow, pass three
| telegraph WiIes and eight daily coaches.
! The winding road Is graded like a railway
| the hnest OF tuInplkes for the perfection of
staging. In early days the ride was very
| pelilous-aleng rocky siding roads, upon the
! edge OF dizzy precipices, where one looked do wn
ior thousand feet upon patches of gre ensward
| and silver streams.
1859, he was driven by Hank Monk, a famous
| Jehu, who like the son of Nimshi, dnveth
! furiOusly. An apocryphal story of this ride is
| current allEoyer the great plains and among the
! mountains. The editor had lecture engage.
| ment in Placerville, and as the horses climbed
slowly up the eastern side he feared he would
be too late Twice he urged the driver forward,
but the recticent Monk paid not the slightest
| heed. Soon, they reached the summit and
| began 10 descend. Then cracked the long-idle
whip; and the horses at full run tore along
| beside precipices where single stone or mis-
| step might send them rolling over, in which
| case the passenger was sure that upon reach.
| ing the bottom, coach, horses, and men would
| not be worth twenty-five cents bushel Tossed
about in the bounding vehicle, he assured the
driver that such haste was unnecessary; that
half an hour sooner or later would make no
material difference.
'Keep your seat, Mr.. Greeley" replied the
| impertuTbable Monk, with fresh crack OF the
whip; "keep your seat; I'll get youto Placerville
| in time ~
Through that overruling Providence which
! cares for the careless, the journey was accom-
| plished in safety. But the fanciful legend SO
pleased certain Californians, that they presented
Monk with handsome gold watch, bearing the
inscription:-"Keep your seat, MIR. Greeley
| rIl get you to PlacerVille in time"
One night afterwards, when Monks coach was
| late-fOr these stages run by time-table-he
drove very hard, to the terror of a self-im-
portant judicial parsonage who Vainly eXpostu
lated again and again; and at last, with pompous
| gravity, thundered:- s-~eyss
al will have you discharged before the week
is out. Do you know who am, ,GsirW
''Oh, ye5!" replied Monk, "perfectly we'll
But am going to take this coach into Carson
City on time If it kills every onc-horse judge IN
the State of California;" E9asEs9 =,
Now, the broad winding roads are beautifully
| in