Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1870-03-21
CLEAR THE TRACK.
Look Out for Train when the Whis
tie Blows-Ge0rge at the Bowery.

From the New YORK Star. 14thl
That remarkable and far-famed Train
called George Francis arrived at the
Bowery depot last night, punctually al
eight o'clock, with no passengers. a
thousand persons, however, were there
waiting to get in. 4f@
Never was the machinery in better
trim. The solid gold facings shone more
brilliantly than ever upon the we'll
polished and symmetrical proportions of
this fast-going locomotive. No ding
dong notes detonated in the throat of a
tocsin to herald the approach, and no
whistle shrieked to announce the starting
time. But the passengers, apparently in
delightful anticipation of the luxury of
the journey in store, signifed their read
mess to proceed by universal clapping of
hands. As ifby some miraculous means,
the steam was turned on, and at full
speed the engine dashed at once on its
mysterious way For some time the pas
sengers were whirled ON with rapid pace,
and before they had recovered from their
surprise the China seas were before them
In sadness and indignation, the Mortified
travellers beheld the agonizing scenes on
board the Oneida when, with one hun
dred and eighty brave. Americans, she
sank into the dark seas of China.
The mirror was held up to nature, re-
hecting in all its terrible and black de-
tails the villainous, murderous act of
Eyre, the English captain of the Bonn
bay. The scene was solemn and affect
ing, and the spectators passed through
in silent sorrow when looking upon the
bravery of the sinking victims.
The progress had hitherto been smooth
and straight, but suddenly the wheels
diverged, darting on to another track,
and, with terrific and startling velocity,
dashed into a second melancholy specta-
Gle where lay in the clasp of foul death,
the corpses of ninety women and fifty
babes of the Piegan Indian race, stained
with human blood, and, with the impress
of ignominy and barbarism upon their
brow, stood Sherman, Sheridan, and
Colonel Baker, the authors of the mas
sacre. o
The painting and rapid engine sped on
ward on its course, carrying its shudder-
ing burden past this scene Of woe to the
Valley of Glencoe, in Scotland, where
the Mcdonald clan fell beneath the Eng
lish sword; to Algiers, where the Arabs
were suffocated in a cave of Shela, by
order of st, Arnaud, the French com
mander, and to the plains of India, where
the Sepoys were slain by thousands.
Scenes pleasant and refreshing now
spread before the gazing eyes Of the
tourists. Green pastures, picturesque
landscapes, and fertile valleys, sur
rounded the swift-fying throng, dispel-
ing for a while the dread impressions
Just made-Ireland fair shores were
these. But in this picture Of beauty a
huge excresence rested, casting into /
darkness the rising dream of JOY. The 1
dweIlers-honest, industrious and pa
triotic-were ascending with heavy tread, I
but sure, the road TO liberty, under Eng |
lands oppressive yoke. With bitter I
groans the gazers swept onward.
Again the picture was changed, and /
the funkey Administration iof America /
were beheld groveling at the feet of
Prince Arthur; and from a far distance /
from the narrow limits Of an English /
bastile-the cries Of 0'DonOvan Rosa, .
Burke, and others, were waited on the I
air % .hc ears Of the wondering assem-
blage.