The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1900-08-05
HALF A HUNDRED MILES, OVER PICTURESQUE ROUTE
IN THESE STEAM CAR DAYS

WRITTEN FOR TIL. SUNDAY REPUBLIC.
Driving stage coach is a mighty steady
job says Chris Huskey of No. 1881 Warren
street. And Chris ought to know. for he
drives stage coach and carries the United
States mail from the ST. Louis post office
to the Morse Mill posi- office. a forty-two-
mile ride, with nine intermediate stations.
Each morning but Sunday either Hus-
keys stage coach or the one driven by Jim
Hanson of No. 1895 Arsenal street starts
from the north. or mail wagon. side of the
Custom-house at $50 o'clock. with its load
of mail sacks strapped on behind.
Let's make a trip with Chris Huskey and
see what We See.
AT Peterson's. the first stop on South
Broadway, the driver gets out and goes into
the place to pick up sundry packages, and 4
'red soda" There are some laundry. some
notions and some burners for a gasoline
stove in the lot. There are also directions
concerning meat orders to be filled for GUS
toners along the route, and some minor de-
tails TO be looked after.
Coming out of Peters1n's. we discover the
old lady who has climbed in unassisted. and.
having arranged her few baskets and par
GELS to her evident satisfaction. now beams
complacently beneath her new black bon
net: her hands incased in black lace half
mitts. folded b~enignly across her lap. Dear
old soul, She is 70.
Out past the Soulard Market. through the
maze of produce wagons. which. if coming
in our direction, respectfully and alertly
turn ASIDE to keep from interfering with or
obstructing the United States mail, we rat
lie at a brisk gait until we stop at Gravois
avenue and Arsenal street to pick up a
fresh-faccd country lass of II, who has
been visiting relatives in the city. Her
shining new black paper valise slowed away
beneath the seat, she shakes down her
yellow braids in pink ribbons and opens out
her japanese fan-a sure proof that she is
an experienced traveller.
AT a point on Gravois avenue just before
we come TO the House of the Good Shep-
herd Chris, the driver, pointing To some
wagons dumping rocks ahead. informs us in
an undsrtone. 50 that it may not reach the
old lady's ears, that There they go again,
1aisin' the devil with more rocks"
Pretty soon We come to Tholozan avenue,
and the Old lady grows reminiscent. My,
oh, met she says. See this hill we're just
getting ready TO so down? It's the old Too
loozhan Hin, ana many's the old person re-
members that hill to their sorrow. Forty
years ago it didn't use TO be like it is now.
1t was all clay then. long before they built
this rock road. Pulling up Tooloozhan Hill
then was mighty different from what it is
now.
They say Grant used to frequently get
stuck with a load o ties on this hill. L
reckon, though, that amt the only kind o.
load he ever got stuck with between here
and further on out, where he used to live
in those days. I'll show you where the
house used 10 stand when we came to the
place. Oh, no. gracious not, l should say
we amt close to the place. It's a right
smart bit yet to go before we come to where
Grant used to live.
Il should say / did know Julia Dent. J
knew ner before she was married. and aft
erwards, too. L reckon l ought to: 1 was