Departure from Memphis—Ohio River Louisville—Cincinnati
On the 1st of February, 1828, we embarked on board the Criterion, and
once more began to float on the “father of waters,” as the poor
banished Indians were wont to call the Mississippi. The company on
board was wonderfully like what we had met in coming from New Orleans;
I think they must have all been first cousins; and what was singular,
they too had all arrived at high rank in the army. For many a wearisome
mile above the Wolf River the only scenery was still
forest—forest—forest; the only variety was produced by the receding of
the river at some points, and its encroaching on the opposite shore.
These changes are continually going on, but from what cause none could
satisfactorily explain to me. Where the river is encroaching, the trees
are seen growing in the water many feet deep; after some time, the
water undermines their roots, and they become the easy victims of the
first hurricane that blows. This is one source of the immense
quantities of drift wood that float into the gulf of Mexico. Where the
river has receded, a young growth of cane-brake is soon seen starting
up with the rapid vegetation of the climate; these two circumstances in
some degree relieve the sameness of the thousand miles of vegetable
wall. But we were now approaching the river which is emphatically
called “the beautiful,” La Belle Riveriere of the New Orleans French;
and a few days took us, I trust for ever, out of that murky stream
which is as emphatically called “the deadly;” and well does it seem to
merit the title; the air of its shores is mephitic, and it is said that
nothing that ever sunk beneath its muddy surface was known to rise
again. As truly does “La Belle Rivière” deserve its name; the Ohio is
bright and clear; its banks are continually varied, as it flows through
what is called a rolling country, which seems to mean a district that
cannot .shew a dozen paces of level ground at a time. The primaeval
forest still occupies a considerable portion of the ground, and hangs
in solemn grandeur from the cliffs; but it is broken by frequent
settlements, where we were cheered by the sight of herds and flocks. I
imagine that this river presents almost every variety of river scenery;
sometimes its clear wave waters a meadow of level turf; sometimes it is
bounded by perpendicular rocks; pretty dwellings, with their gay
porticos are seen, alternately with wild intervals of forest, where the
tangled bear-brake plainly enough indicates what inhabitants are native
there. Often a mountain torrent comes pouring its silver tribute to the
stream, and were there occasionally a ruined abbey, or feudal castle,
to mix the romance of real life with that of nature, the Ohio would be
perfect.
So powerful was the effect of this sweet scenery, that we ceased to
grumble at our dinners and suppers; nay, we almost learnt to rival our
neighbours at table in their voracious rapidity of swallowing, so eager
were we to place ourselves again on the guard, lest we might lose sight
of the beauty that was passing away from us.
Yet these fair shores are still unhealthy. More than once we landed,
and conversed with the families of the wood-cutters, and scarcely was
there one in which we did not hear of some member who had “lately died
of the fever.”—They are all subject to ague, and though their dwellings
are infinitely better than those on the Mississippi, the inhabitants
still look like a race that are selling their lives for gold.
Louisville is a considerable town, prettily situated on the Kentucky,
or south side of the Ohio; we spent some hours in seeing all it had to
shew; and had I not been told that a bad fever often rages there during
the warm season, I should have liked to pass some months there for the
purpose of exploring the beautiful country in its vicinity. Frankfort
and Lexington are both towns worth visiting, though from their being
out of the way places, I never got to either. The first is the seat of
the state government of Kentucky, and the last is, I was told, the
residence of several independent families, who, with more leisure than
is usually enjoyed in America, have its natural accompaniment, more
refinement.
The falls of the Ohio are about a mile below Louisville, and produce a
rapid, too sudden for the boats to pass, except in the rainy season.
The passengers are obliged to get out below them, and travel by land to
Louisville, where they find other vessels ready to receive them for the
remainder of the voyage. We were spared this inconvenience by the water
being too high for the rapid to be much felt, and it will soon be
altogether removed by the Louisville canal coming into operation, which
will permit the steam-boats to continue their progress from below the
falls to the town.
The scenery on the Kentucky side is much finer than on that of Indiana,
or Ohio. The State of Kentucky was the darling spot of many tribes of
Indians, and was reserved among them as a common hunting ground; it is
said that they cannot yet name it without emotion, and that they have a
sad and wild lament that they still chaunt to its memory. But their
exclusion thence is of no recent date; Kentucky has been longer settled
than the Illinois, Indiana, or Ohio, and it appears not only more
highly cultivated, but more fertile and more picturesque than either. I
have rarely seen richer pastures than those of Kentucky. The forest
trees, where not too crowded, are of magnificent growth, and the crops
are gloriously abundant where the thriftless husbandry has not worn out
the soil by an unvarying succession of exhausting crops. We were shewn
ground which had borne abundant crops of wheat for twenty successive
years; but a much shorter period suffices to exhaust the ground, if it
were made to produce tobacco without the intermission of some other
crop.
We reached Cincinnati on the 10th of February. It is finely situated on
the south side of a hill that rises gently from the water’s edge; yet
it is by no means a city of striking appearance; it wants domes,
towers, and steeples; but its landing-place is noble, extending for
more than a quarter of a mile; it is well paved, and surrounded by
neat, though not handsome buildings. I have seen fifteen steam-boats
lying there at once, and still half the wharf was unoccupied.
On arriving we repaired to the Washington Hotel, and thought ourselves
fortunate when we were told that we were just in time for dinner at the
table d’hôte; but when the dining-room door was opened, we retreated
with a feeling of dismay at seeing between sixty and seventy men
already at table. We took our dinner with the females of the family,
and then went forth to seek a house for our permanent accommodation.
We went to the office of an advertising agent, who professed to keep a
register of all such information, and described the dwelling we wanted.
He made no difficulty, but told us his boy should be our guide through
the city, and shew us what we sought; we accordingly set out with him,
and he led us up one street, and down another, but evidently without
any determinate object; I therefore stopped, and asked him whereabout
the houses were which we were going to see. “I am looking for bills,”
was his reply.
I thought we could have looked for bills as well without him, and I
told him so; upon which he assumed an air of great activity, and began
knocking regularly at every door we passed, enquiring if the house was
to be let. It was impossible to endure this long, and our guide was
dismissed, though I was afterwards obliged to pay him a dollar for his
services.
We had the good fortune, however, to find a dwelling before long, and
we returned to our hotel, having determined upon taking possession of
it as soon at it could be got ready. Not wishing to take our evening
meal either with the three score and ten gentlemen of the dining-room,
nor yet with the half dozen ladies of the bar-room, I ordered tea in my
own chamber. A good-humoured Irish woman came forward with a sort of
patronising manner, took my hand, and said, “Och, my honey, ye’ll be
from the old country. I’ll see you will have your tay all to
yourselves, honey.” With this assurance we retired to my room, which
was a handsome one as to its size and bed furniture, but it had no
carpet, and was darkened by blinds of paper, such as rooms are hung
with, which required to be rolled up, and then fastened with strings
very awkwardly attached to the window-frames, whenever light or air
were wished for. I afterwards met with these same uncomfortable blinds
in every part of America.
Our Irish friend soon reappeared, and brought us tea, together with the
never failing accompaniments of American tea drinking, hung beef,
“chipped up” raw, and sundry sweetmeats of brown sugar hue and flavour.
We took our tea, and were enjoying our family talk, relative to our
future arrangements, when a loud sharp knocking was heard at our door.
My “come in,” was answered by the appearance of a portly personage, who
proclaimed himself our landlord.
“Are any of you ill?” he began.
“No thank you, sir; we are all quite well,” was my reply.
“Then, madam, I must tell you, that I cannot accommodate you on these
terms; we have no family tea-drinkings here, and you must live either
with me or my wife, or not at all in my house.”
This was said with an air of authority that almost precluded reply, but
I ventured a sort of apologistic hint, that we were strangers and
unaccustomed to the manners of the country.
“Our manners are very good manners, and we don’t wish any changes from
England.”
I thought of mine host of the Washington afterwards, when reading
Scott’s “Anne of Geierstein;” he, in truth, strongly resembled the inn
keeper therein immortalized, who made his guests eat, drink, and sleep,
just where, when, and how he pleased. I made no farther remonstrance,
but determined to hasten my removal. This we achieved the next day to
our great satisfaction.
We were soon settled in our new dwelling, which looked neat and
comfortable enough, but we speedily found that it was devoid of nearly
all the accommodation that Europeans conceive necessary to decency and
comfort. No pump, no cistern, no drain of any kind, no dustman’s cart,
or any other visible means of getting rid of the rubbish, which
vanishes with such celerity in London, that one has no time to think of
its existence; but which accumulated so rapidly at Cincinnati, that I
sent for my landlord to know in what manner refuse of all kinds was to
be disposed of.
“Your Help will just have to fix them all into the middle of the
street, but you must mind, old woman, that it is the middle. I expect
you don’t know as we have got a law what forbids throwing such things
at the sides of the streets; they must just all be cast right into the
middle, and the pigs soon takes them off.”
In truth the pigs are constantly seen doing Herculean service in this
way through every quarter of the city; and though it is not very
agreeable to live surrounded by herds of these unsavoury animals, it is
well they are so numerous, and so active in their capacity of
scavengers, for without them the streets would soon be choked up with
all sorts of substances in every stage of decomposition.
We had heard so much of Cincinnati, its beauty, wealth, and unequalled
prosperity, that when we left Memphis to go thither, we almost felt the
delight of Rousseau’s novice, “un voyage à faire, et Paris au bout!”
—As soon, therefore, as our little domestic arrangements were
completed, we set forth to view this “wonder of the west” this
“prophet’s gourd of magic growth,”—this “infant Hercules;” and surely
no travellers ever paraded a city under circumstances more favourable
to their finding it fair to the sight. Three dreary months had elapsed
since we had left the glories of London behind us; for nearly the whole
of that time we beheld no other architecture than what our ship and
steam-boats had furnished, and excepting at New Orleans, had seen
hardly a trace of human habitations. The sight of bricks and mortar was
really refreshing, and a house of three stories looked splendid. Of
this splendour we saw repeated specimens, and moreover a brick church,
which, from its two little peaked spires, is called the two-horned
church. But, alas! the flatness of reality after the imagination has
been busy! I hardly know what I expected to find in this city, fresh
risen from the bosom of the wilderness, but certainly it was not a
little town, about the size of Salisbury, without even an attempt at
beauty in any of its edifices, and with only just enough of the air of
a city to make it noisy and bustling. The population is greater than
the appearance of the town would lead one to expect. This is partly
owing to the number of free Negroes who herd together in an obscure
part of the city, called little Africa; and partly to the density of
the population round the paper-mills and other manufactories. I believe
the number of inhabitants exceeds twenty thousand.
We arrived in Cincinnati in February, 1828, and I speak of the town as
it was then; several small churches have been built since, whose towers
agreeably relieve its uninteresting mass of buildings. At that time I
think Main street, which is the principal avenue, (and runs through the
whole town, answering to the High street of our old cities), was the
only one entirely paved. The _troittoir_ is of brick, tolerably well
laid, but it is inundated by every shower, as Cincinnati has no drains
whatever. What makes this omission the more remarkable is, that the
situation of the place is calculated both to facilitate their
construction and render them necessary. Cincinnati is built on the side
of a hill that begins to rise at the river’s edge, and were it
furnished with drains of the simplest arrangement, the heavy showers of
the climate would keep them constantly clean; as it is, these showers
wash the higher streets, only to deposit their filth in the first level
spot; and this happens to be in the street second in importance to Main
street, running at right angles to it, and containing most of the large
warehouses of the town. This deposit is a dreadful nuisance, and must
be productive of miasma during the hot weather.
The town is built, as I believe most American towns are, in squares, as
they call them; but these squares are the reverse of our’s, being solid
instead of hollow. Each consists, or is intended to consist, when the
plan of the city is completed, of a block of buildings fronting north,
east, west, and south; each house communicating with an alley,
furnishing a back entrance. This plan would not be a bad one were the
town properly drained, but as it is, these alleys are horrible
abominations, and must, I conceive, become worse with every passing
year.
To the north, Cincinnati is bounded by a range of forest-covered hills,
sufficiently steep and rugged to prevent their being built upon, or
easily cultivated, but not sufficiently high to command from their
summits a view of any considerable extent. Deep and narrow
water-courses, dry in summer, but bringing down heavy streams in
winter, divide these hills into many separate heights, and this
furnishes the only variety the landscape offers for many miles round
the town. The lovely Ohio is a beautiful feature wherever it is
visible, but the only part of the city that has the advantage of its
beauty is the street nearest to its bank. The hills of Kentucky, which
rise at about the same distance from the river, on the opposite side,
form the southern boundary to the basin in which Cincinnati is built.
On first arriving, I thought the many tree covered hills around, very
beautiful, but long before my departure, I felt so weary of the
confined view, that Salisbury Plain would have been an agreeable
variety. I doubt if any inhabitant of Cincinnati ever mounted these
hills so often as myself and my children; but it was rather for the
enjoyment of a freer air than for any beauty of prospect, that we took
our daily climb. These hills afford neither shrubs nor flowers, but
furnish the finest specimens of millepore in the world; and the water
courses are full of fossil productions.
The forest trees are neither large nor well grown, and so close as to
be nearly knotted together at top; even the wild vine here loses its
beauty, for its graceful festoons bear leaves only when they reach the
higher branches of the tree that supports them, both air and light
being too scantily found below to admit of their doing more than
climbing with a bare stem till they reach a better atmosphere. The herb
we call pennyroyal was the only one I found in abundance, and that only
on the brows, where the ground had been partially cleared; vegetation
is impossible elsewhere, and it is this circumstance which makes the
“eternal forests” of America so detestable. Near New Orleans the
undergrowth of Palmetto and pawpaw is highly beautiful, but in
Tennessee, Indiana, and Ohio, I never found the slightest beauty in the
forest scenery. Fallen trees in every possible stage of decay, and
congeries of leaves that have been rotting since the flood, cover the
ground and infect the air. The beautiful variety of foliage afforded by
evergreens never occurs, and in Tennessee, and that part of Ohio that
surrounds Cincinnati, even the sterile beauty of rocks is wanting. On
crossing the water to Kentucky the scene is greatly improved; beech and
chestnut, of magnificent growth, border the beautiful river; the ground
has been well cleared, and the herbage is excellent; the pawpaw grows
abundantly, and is a splendid shrub, though it bears neither fruit nor
flowers so far north. The noble tulip tree flourishes here, and blooms
profusely.
The river Licking flows into the Ohio nearly opposite Cincinnati; it is
a pretty winding stream, and two or three miles from its mouth has a
brisk rapid, dancing among white stones, which, in the absence of
better rocks, we found very picturesque.