Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1881-11-19
Clafiin," said the little underlined individual,

Claf1in," said the little underlined individual,
and the other man wilted.
There was one frst-class thing about Claflin.
He never showed any difference between him
self and clerks as far as rules were concerned.
He obeys his own rules, just as II he was under
'em.
It was against the rules, for instance, for any
OF the clerks to enter by the WOrth-street side
OF the store. So one day in the rain, without an
umbrella Clafiin was seen to walk along the
whole length of his own store. to Church street,
and get sOakin' wet rather than go in on Worth
street, and thus violate one of his own regu-
lations.
Stewards fight with Clafiin was as bitter as
Vanderbilts fight with Drew, with this differ
ence that Vanderbilt and Drew were friends
once, and that the old Commodore kept faith
with Uncle Danl till the latter old man went
back on him.
Vanderbilt made one mistake, though. about
Drew. He thought he wasn't fit for steam
boatin, and told him so. sYou don't under
stand boats, said Vanderbilt. land you'll sink
'em or they'll sink you" He had to eat his
Line started and virtually controlled the Hud-
son river. Boorman, the first president of the
Hudson river railroad, opposed the Peoples
Line tooth and toe-nail. Drew was carryin'
people then on his boats for 81 to Albany. while
the cars charged 50. "How can we get you to
raise the fare!' asked Drew of Boorman. Buy
out the Peoples Line. " said Uncle Dan'l, ''if
you've got money enough.
Uncle Dan'l was always afraid of lghtnin'.
He would shut his eyes whenever he saw a flash
and shake all over. This was on account of an
accident that happened when he was dealin' in
cattle. A storm came on when he was drivin
some cattle, and he and a companion. another
cattle herder, took refuge in a carriage that was
standin' under tree. The tree was struck by
lightnn' and Drew's companion was killed out
right at his sde.' Drew never forgot the Incl
dent to his dyin' day.
Drew showed good deal of nerve in the Erie
fight, and was as stubborn as tirst-class Irish
pig He hid i'm an old loft on Nassau street for
only a step-ladder could get at him, and where
he could get at the roof in a jiffy. Two of his
set guarded the ladder, and his food was passed
him upon plate. which he took on his lap in
stead of on a table.
Drew resembled Vanderbilt in one thing very
closely. Both men were very liberal about some
things and very close about others. Vanderbilt
was always mean about his pleasures He liked
horses, but didn't pay much for 'em. at least not
much for him. He liked Postboy better than
any other horse he owned but he used him
Oftener and drove him harder than any other
horse. He never spent any money worth speakIn'
about ION the road" Now and then he would
take drink at Dubois half-mile track, or Harry
BurthOlf's, and that was about all. Bonner has
paid, in proportion to his money, $40 where
Vanderbilt put out 81 for horse flesh. He drove
his horses hard like he did his business. In
fact, he looked upon drivin' as business" and
when he got ready for his horses he would
always say. Now for business
Vanderbilt never forgave anybody who
snubbed him. Sloane, the president of the
Hudson road, tried it on him. and next year he
ousted Sloane. Then Tobin put on airs and the
old commodore put his son William instead OF
Tobin. Well, the old commodore has gone. and
his old friend and enemy, Drew, has gone, too.
Stewart has disappeared they don't even know
where his body isl, and Claflin is the only one
of the four big bugs have been writin' about
in this chapter who still remains