Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1883-03-07
H0RAcE sREEEY sfiAKks ttr
That Historic Journey from Car,
son city 10 Placerviiie.

CARSON. NIB March 2.-HAnI
Monk, Horace Greely's famous stag
driver, died on Wednesday. He VA
the celebrated driver who once drov,
Horace Greeley from Carson City Il
Placerville, New. The philosopher
desired to fulfill q lecture engagement
10 Placerville, and had only a short
time in which to reach that place Of
the appointed hours o'clock in the
evening. He employed Hank, and
the two started. They had not gone
far before the philosopher became
anxious and asked Hank to quicken
the pace of tie steeds. Hank replied:
"All right, Mr.. Greeley. Keep
cool. I'll get you there on tine, and
he whipped up. The horses ratified
along. The road was not OF the
smoOthest, and Horace's anxiety to
reach bis destination was succeeded
By quaking fear that his lite was inn
periled By the terrible shaking up he
was now subjected to. His position in
the stage was not in keeping with his
digni6ed department. The distin-
gulshed editor bounded from one side
Of the stage to the other. In his iran
tic Efforts to argue with Hank that his
situation was becoming intolerable, his
white hat fell of, and was sat dewn on
by the philosopher. Hanks only reply
to Mr.. Greeley's entreaties to ease up
little was;
Keep your seat, Mr.. Greeley; I'll
get you there on time"
Hank piled bis whip and the steeds
responded by doing their best. A
braas band had been sent out from
Placerville to meet the expected
editor, and do him such honor as was
becoming the occasion. As they sp-
preached within two miles of Placer
vile, MIR. Greeley heard the strains Of
music. Faucying that he had nearly
reached his destination be made siren
uous efforts 10 check the driver aud
convince him that q little checking up
Of their speed would be appropriate.
The coach ratified along the road, Hor-
ace sWayed to and fro like an anti
Prohibitionist, his head having by this
time been prOtruded forcibly through
the roof Of the coach, and as they
approached the band the philosopher
tried to get the ear of Hank to ask
him TO come to halt. r
Keep cool, Mr.. Greeley" said
Hank, as he laid the whip over the
backs of the animals. I'll get you
there on time"
The band stood in the middle of the
road, and large procession OF citizens
that had accompanied it filed up both
sides OF the thoroughfare. Along sped
the stage with its distinguished trav.
eler, who clung to the frame work Of
the vehicle.
"Stopl stopl" Mr.. Greeley shouted,
but Hank dashed on. utterly oblivious
OF the fact that brass band and 8
procession were then in existence, say
ing:
Keep cool. Dir Greeley, we are
bound to get there on time
The stage rolled up to the multi
tude at break neck pace, scattering
it in every direction, and coming in
contact with the man with the brass
drum. 1t knocked him down, and
punched a hole clear through the
sheep skin. The multitude gazed
with wopderment at the stage as it
went by them faster than ever, Hank
plying the whip vigorously, the phil
osopher's bare, bald head being ia fall
view, and be himself seeming TO the
crowd as to be executing a lively Jig
The band returned to Placerville,
discOnsOlate, and disappointed, but
Hank. as heopened the stage door loI
| Mr., Greeley to alight, remarked with
pride: Il got you here on time, didn't
| /, Mr.. Greeley"