The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1901-08-29

state:
'Beefsteak,"
missouri Ground Hog"
kansas City Bakon,'
Pork Stew and Sweet Potatoes
"Jambolaya.''
Fried Potatoes
'Queen Fritters,"
Rocky Ford Kantelopes,'
''Korn Kakes a la Huse.''
We were rather solicitous as to the
''ground hog" which proved to be, as
the reader has doubtless surmised, saul
sage; the ''jambolaya" is a mixture of
ham and rice, and the remainder needs
no Interpreting.
It was raining gently and very cool,
but we braved the outer air, as we have
not failed to do since starting. Mr..
Maxwell contributed greatly to the en-
tertainment of all with his ready wit
and exhaustless store of information,
CLEANED through many years of voyag
ing up and down the big river. 1t was
interesting to note the changes, as he
pointed them out in the rivers course.
In many cases the original channel is
entirely lost, the made" land being
covered with a dense growth of sturdy
young willows, and towns which were
once upon the rivers brink have now
many acres between them and the
landing.
The water was extremely shallow
and the soundings became more and
more frequent. It was amusing to list
en- to the results of the measurements
given in musical, sing-song and re-
peated to the pilot from the upper deck
in the same tone as if by an echo:
"Quarter less twain, (1O4 ft.) 1.-TWO
and one quarter" I34 ft.) "Mark
twain" z ft.) etc. It was these calls,
by the way, that suggested to Mark
Twain, when serving as pilot on these
boats of the lower river, his nom de
plume.
Towns were few and far between,
but landings frequent, high and dan
gerOus, from the low water. The land
ing-stage fell far short of the summit,
and it was thrilling, to say the least,
to watch the deck hands struggling up
and down the perpendicular banks,
carrying heavy casks, boxes and the
like, with no more foothold than that
afforded by the slippery, crumbling
earth.
At Wittenberg, Mo-, which is the
center of the great melon district, many
little negro boys with huge 'swater-
millions'' in their arms, presented the
first typical picture of the southern
darkey in his greatest felicity. Just
across from Wittenburg is the Devils
Bake-oven," a deep hole in the face of
the rock that, certainly, might be an
"oven;" further down we passed the
''Devil's Tea-table," and later an is
land and a "chain" Small, rocky
islands extending across the river) all
ascribed to the possession of s'his Sa-
tanic Majesty" WAS there any sig
nificance in the fact of its being Sunday
when we we're passing through this
region?) Flower Rock" a circular
island of rock around which the water
swirls and dashes with recoil some.
times sufficient to send it to the oppo-
site shore, was another interesting
point. Cape Girardeau, the great col.
lege town of Missouri, was passed
during the day and soon after night.
fall we steamed into the mouth of the
Ohio river to Cairo, ILL.,, where several
passengers left US.
The day had not seemed, certainly,
much like the traditional Sabbath, but
who knows, after all, what lessons il
may have had for US? Mondays seen.
cry was much like that of the previous
day, wooded lands with the little, old
log-cabin'' Oft in evidence, and occas.
ionally house with roomy porches and
shaded grounds, such as we are disposed
to picture as belonging to the true
southern home. One of the points oil
interest was ''Island No. Ten" of civil
war fame, or rather what is left of it.
which is little more than tiny mound.