power for the propulsion of boats. He was firm
in the belief that the greatest future for the steamboat
was on the great rivers that tied together the rapidly
growing commonwealths of the middle west, and he undertook
this voyage for the purpose of studying the channel
and the current of the rivers, with the view to putting
a steamer on them. Wise men assured him that
on the upper river his scheme was destined to failure.
Could a boat laden with a heavy engine be made of
so light a draught as to pass over the shallows of
the Ohio? Could it run the falls at Louisville,
or be dragged around them as the flatboats often were?
Clearly not. The only really serviceable type
of river craft was the flatboat, for it would go where
there was water enough for a muskrat to swim in, would
glide unscathed over the concealed snag or, thrusting
its corner into the soft mud of some protruding bank,
swing around and go on as well stern first as before.
The flatboat was the sum of human ingenuity applied
to river navigation. Even barges were proving
failures and passing into disuse, as the cost of poling
them upstream was greater than any profit to be reaped
from the voyage. Could a boat laden with thousands
of pounds of machinery make her way northward against
that swift current? And if not, could steamboat
men be continually taking expensive engines down to
New Orleans and abandoning them there, as the old-time
river men did their rafts and scows? Clearly
not. So Roosevelt’s appearance on the river
did not in any way disquiet the flatboatmen, though
it portended their disappearance as a class.
Roosevelt, however, was in no wise discouraged.
Week after week he drifted along the Ohio and Mississippi,
taking detailed soundings, studying the course of the
current, noting the supply of fuel along the banks,
observing the course of the rafts and flatboats as
they drifted along at the mercy of the tide. Nothing
escaped his attention, and yet it may well be doubted
whether the mass of data he collected was in fact
of any practical value, for the great river is the
least understandable of streams. Its channel is
as shifting as the mists above Niagara. Where
yesterday the biggest boat on the river, deep laden
with cotton, might pass with safety, there may be to-day
a sand-bar scarcely hidden beneath the tide.
Its banks change over night in form and in appearance.
In time of flood it cuts new channels for itself, leaving
in a few days river towns far in the interior, and
suddenly giving a water frontage to some plantation
whose owner had for years mourned over his distance
from the river bank. Capricious and irresistible,
working insidiously night and day, seldom showing
the progress of its endeavors until some huge slice
of land, acres in extent, crumbles into the flood,
or some gully or cut-off all at once appears as the
main channel, the Mississippi, even now when the Government
is at all times on the alert to hold it in bounds,
is not to be lightly learned nor long trusted.