I was told that one of my pilot friends fell dead at the wheel, from heart disease, in 1869.  The captain was on the roof at the time.  He saw the boat breaking for the shore; shouted, and got no answer; ran up, and found the pilot lying dead on the floor.

Mr. Bixby had been blown up, in Madrid bend; was not injured, but the other pilot was lost.

George Ritchie had been blown up near Memphis—­blown into the river from the wheel, and disabled.  The water was very cold; he clung to a cotton bale—­mainly with his teeth—­and floated until nearly exhausted, when he was rescued by some deck hands who were on a piece of the wreck.  They tore open the bale and packed him in the cotton, and warmed the life back into him, and got him safe to Memphis.  He is one of Bixby’s pilots on the ‘Baton Rouge’ now.

Into the life of a steamboat clerk, now dead, had dropped a bit of romance—­somewhat grotesque romance, but romance nevertheless.  When I knew him he was a shiftless young spendthrift, boisterous, goodhearted, full of careless generosities, and pretty conspicuously promising to fool his possibilities away early, and come to nothing.  In a Western city lived a rich and childless old foreigner and his wife; and in their family was a comely young girl—­sort of friend, sort of servant.  The young clerk of whom I have been speaking—­whose name was not George Johnson, but who shall be called George Johnson for the purposes of this narrative—­got acquainted with this young girl, and they sinned; and the old foreigner found them out, and rebuked them.  Being ashamed, they lied, and said they were married; that they had been privately married.  Then the old foreigner’s hurt was healed, and he forgave and blessed them.  After that, they were able to continue their sin without concealment.  By-and-bye the foreigner’s wife died; and presently he followed after her.  Friends of the family assembled to mourn; and among the mourners sat the two young sinners.  The will was opened and solemnly read.  It bequeathed every penny of that old man’s great wealth to Mrs. George Johnson!

And there was no such person.  The young sinners fled forth then, and did a very foolish thing:  married themselves before an obscure Justice of the Peace, and got him to antedate the thing.  That did no sort of good.  The distant relatives flocked in and exposed the fraudful date with extreme suddenness and surprising ease, and carried off the fortune, leaving the Johnsons very legitimately, and legally, and irrevocably chained together in honorable marriage, but with not so much as a penny to bless themselves withal.  Such are the actual facts; and not all novels have for a base so telling a situation.

Chapter 50 The ‘Original Jacobs’