The Gilded Age eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 597 pages of information about The Gilded Age.

The Gilded Age eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 597 pages of information about The Gilded Age.

“How’s your wood?”

“Pine all out-cypress half gone-eating up cotton-wood like pie!”

“Break into that rosin on the main deck-pile it in, the boat can pay for it!”

Soon the boat was plunging and quivering and screaming more madly than ever.  But the Amaranth’s head was almost abreast the Boreas’s stern: 

“How’s your steam, now, Harry?”

“Hundred and eighty-two, sir!”

“Break up the casks of bacon in the forrard hold!  Pile it in!  Levy on that turpentine in the fantail-drench every stick of wood with it!”

The boat was a moving earthquake by this time: 

“How is she now?”

“A hundred and ninety-six and still a-swelling!—­water, below the middle gauge-cocks!—­carrying every pound she can stand!—­nigger roosting on the safety-valve!”

“Good!  How’s your draft?”

“Bully!  Every time a nigger heaves a stick of wood into the furnace he goes out the chimney, with it!”

The Amaranth drew steadily up till her jack-staff breasted the Boreas’s wheel-house—­climbed along inch by inch till her chimneys breasted it —­crept along, further and further, till the boats were wheel to wheel —­and then they, closed up with a heavy jolt and locked together tight and fast in the middle of the big river under the flooding moonlight!  A roar and a hurrah went up from the crowded decks of both steamers—­all hands rushed to the guards to look and shout and gesticulate—­the weight careened the vessels over toward each other—­officers flew hither and thither cursing and storming, trying to drive the people amidships—­both captains were leaning over their railings shaking their fists, swearing and threatening—­black volumes of smoke rolled up and canopied the scene,—­delivering a rain of sparks upon the vessels—­two pistol shots rang out, and both captains dodged unhurt and the packed masses of passengers surged back and fell apart while the shrieks of women and children soared above the intolerable din——­

And then there was a booming roar, a thundering crash, and the riddled Amaranth dropped loose from her hold and drifted helplessly away!

Instantly the fire-doors of the Boreas were thrown open and the men began dashing buckets of water into the furnaces—­for it would have been death and destruction to stop the engines with such a head of steam on.

As soon as possible the Boreas dropped down to the floating wreck and took off the dead, the wounded and the unhurt—­at least all that could be got at, for the whole forward half of the boat was a shapeless ruin, with the great chimneys lying crossed on top of it, and underneath were a dozen victims imprisoned alive and wailing for help.  While men with axes worked with might and main to free these poor fellows, the Boreas’s boats went about, picking up stragglers from the river.

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