Quotes About Steamboat

But the snags were thick, the water was treacherous and shallow, the boiler seemed indeed to have a sulky devil in it, and thus neither that fireman nor I had any time to peer into our creepy thoughts.

does the price matter, if the trick be well done? You do your tricks very well. And I didn't do badly either, since I managed not to sink that steamboat on my first trip. It's a wonder to me yet. Imagine a blindfolded man set to

I think my fondest memories would be with Sting, and Steamboat, Dusty and er I made a lot of money wrestling Wahoo McDaniel and Jack Mulligan too. ItÂ'd be hard to pinpoint one.

A few weeks after, on our downward passage, the boat took on board, at Hannibal, a drove of slaves, bound for the New Orleans market. They numbered from fifty to sixty, consisting of men and women from eighteen to forty years of age. A drove of slaves on a southern steamboat, bound for the cotton or sugar regions, is an occurrence so common, that no one, not even the passengers, appear to notice it, though they clank their chains at every step. There

It isn't as it used to be in the old times. Then everybody traveled by steamboat, everybody drank, and everybody treated everybody else. 'Now most everybody goes by railroad, and the rest don't drink.

Lincoln ( he prefers to go by just his last name. No one calls him "Abe", which he loathes. Few call him "Mr. President". His wife actually calls him "Mr. Lincoln", and his two personal secretaries playfully refer to him as "the Tycoon") paces the upper deck of the steamboat River Queen, his face lit now and again by distant artillery.

the steamboat left the harbor and it was something in this world, the paddle thundering, the smokestack blowing, and people lined up on the top deck waving handkerchiefs. I watched it

Let no one who wishes to receive agreeable impressions of American manners, commence their travels in a Mississippi steamboat.

I must have entered a time warp or I've fallen into the Twilight Zone. Which is it? Neither. You're at the harbor in San Felipe, and you're looking at your home for the next two weeks. Good lord, an honest-to-God steamboat with a walking beam engine and side paddlewheels. I must admit it does have an air of Mark Twain about it. What do you want to bet it ferried Grant's troops across the Mississippi to Vicksburg?

My mother would thump me sharply on the head with a thimble or a spoon if I became too noisy with the whistle when I was playing I was a steamboat captain. She had no sense of the dignity of command.