The workingman's advocate. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1864-1877, 1872-08-31
Horace Greeley's Great Ride.


When Mr.. Greeley was in California
ovRtions awaited him at every town He
had written powerful leaders in the Tri-
brn,e in favor of the Pacific Railroad, which
had greatly endeared him to the citizens of
the Golden Gate. 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 Plaeerville 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 o'clock that
evening by the citizens Of Placerville, and
it was altogether necessary that he should
be there by that hour. So the Stage Com
psny said to Henry Monk, the driver Of
the extra Henry, Mr.. Greeley must be
there at o'clock tonight" And Henry
answered. Mr.. Greeley shall be there. I"
The roads were in an awful state, and
during the first few miles out Of Folsom
slow progress was made.
"Sn, said Mr.. Greeley, are you
aware that l must be at Placerville at
O'Clock tonight r.
I've got my orders ~ laconically re-
turned Henry Mond.
Still the coach dragged slowly forward
Sir, said Mr.. Greeley, -" this is not a
triAing matter must be there at seven,"
Again came the answer f" I've got my
orders"
But the speed wss not increased, and
Mr. Greeley chsfed away another half
hour, when ~ he was again about to re-
nonstrate with the driver, the horses sud
ucnly started into q furious run, and all
sorts Of encouraging yells filed the air
from the throat Of Henry Monk.
That is right my good fellow, said
Mr. Greeley. "In give you ten dollars
when we get to Placerville. Now we are
going |"
They were, indeed, and ut terrible speed
Crack Crack went the whip, and
again that voice split the air, 'Git up hi
yil g'long yip-yip
And on they tore, over ruts and stones
up and down, 1t . rate of speed never be-
fore achieved by stage horses.
Mr.. Greeley, who had been bouncing
! from one end of the coach to the other,
like an India rubber bali, managed to get
his head out of the window, and said
"D-on't-on't you you-u-u-think
e-e-shAn get there by seven if We don't
go 50 fast T.
eve got my orders" ThN was all
Henry Monk said, and on tore the coach.
II WAS becoming serious. Already the
journalist was becoming extremely sore
from the jolting, snd again his head might
have been seen at the window.
"Sir," he said, 81 don't care -are-are
if we don't get there at seven" :"
I've got my orders.
Fresh horses forward again, faster than
before over rocks and stumps, on one q
which the coach narrowly escaped turning
summerssult.
"Sse here - shrieked Mr. Greeley, "I
don't care II We don't get there at all"
"Tve got my orders | work for the
California Stage Company, ] do that'l
wot / work for. They said, Git this man
through by seven An this mans goin
through, you bet Gerlong whoop!"
Another frightfd jrk, and MIR. Greeley'I
bald head suddenly found It's wsy through
the roof Of the coach, amid the ripping q
strong canvas.
"Step you r1s nise :" he roared-
Again answered Henry Monk
I've gut my ordez Keep your sest
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