The extensive and interesting journeys connected with the manufacturing impulse of these engagements, reaching over a varied surface of several hundred miles, opened up scenes of life and adventure which gave me a foretaste of, and preparedness for, the deeper experiences of the western wilderness; and the war with England was no sooner closed than I made ready to share in the exploration of the FAR WEST. The wonderful accounts brought from the Mississippi valley—­its fertility, extent, and resources—­inspired a wish to see it for myself, and to this end I made some preliminary explorations in Western New York, in 1816 and 1817.  I reached Olean, on the source of the Alleghany River, early in 1818, while the snow was yet upon the ground, and had to wait several weeks for the opening of that stream.  I was surprised to see the crowd of persons, from various quarters, who had pressed to this point, waiting the opening of the navigation.

It was a period of general migration from the East to the West.  Commerce had been checked for several years by the war with Great Britain.  Agriculture had been hindered by the raising of armies, and a harassing warfare both on the seaboard and the frontiers; and manufactures had been stimulated to an unnatural growth, only to be crushed by the peace.  Speculation had also been rife in some places, and hurried many gentlemen of property into ruin.  Banks exploded, and paper money flooded the country.

The fiscal crisis was indeed very striking.  The very elements seemed leagued against the interests of agriculture in the Atlantic States, where a series of early and late frosts, in 1816 and 1817, had created quite a panic, which helped to settle the West.

I mingled in this crowd, and, while listening to the anticipations indulged in, it seemed to me that the war had not, in reality, been fought for “free trade and sailors’ rights” where it commenced, but to gain a knowledge of the world beyond the Alleghanies.

Many came with their household stuff, which was to be embarked in arks and flat boats.  The children of Israel could scarcely have presented a more motley array of men and women, with their “kneading troughs” on their backs, and their “little ones,” than were there assembled, on their way to the new land of promise.

To judge by the tone of general conversation, they meant, in their generation, to plough the Mississippi Valley from its head to its foot.  There was not an idea short of it.  What a world of golden dreams was there!

I took passage in the first ark that attempted the descent for the season.  This ark was built of stout planks, with the lower seams caulked, forming a perfectly flat basis on the water.  It was about thirty feet wide and sixty long, with gunwales of some eighteen inches.  Upon this was raised a structure of posts and boards about eight feet high, divided into rooms for cooking and sleeping, leaving a few feet space in front and rear, to row and steer.  The whole was covered by a flat roof, which formed a promenade, and near the front part of this deck were two long “sweeps,” a species of gigantic oars, which were occasionally resorted to in order to keep the unwieldy vessel from running against islands or dangerous shores.