And yet all this magnificence is sometimes sadly at variance with the style of the company that occupies it for this splendid saloon is as much the property of the coarse rowdy as of the refined gentleman. You are startled by the apparition of a rough horse-skin boot elevated along the edge of the shining mahogany; and a dash of brown nicotian juice may have somewhat altered the pattern of the carpet! But these things are exceptional more exceptional now than in the times of which I write.
Having satisfied myself with examining the interior structure of the Belle of the West, I sauntered out in front of the cabin. Here a large open space, usually known as the awning, forms an excellent lounging-place for the male passengers. It is simply the continuation of the cabin-deck, projected forward and supported by pillars that rest upon the main deck below. The roof, or hurricane-deck, also carried forward to the same point, and resting on slight wooden props, screens this part from sun or rain, and a low guard-rail running around it renders it safe. Being open in front and at both sides, it affords the best view; and having the advantage of a cool breeze, brought about by the motion of the boat, is usually a favourite resort. A number of chairs are here placed to accommodate the passengers, and smoking is permitted.
He must take very little interest in the movements of human life, who cannot kill an hour by observing it upon the Levee of New Orleans; and having seated myself and lighted my cigar, I proceeded to spend an hour in that interesting occupation.
Chapter Four The Rival Boats
part of the Levee under my eyes was that known as the Steamboat Landing. Some twenty or thirty boats lay along a series of wooden wharves that projected slightly into the river. Some had just arrived from up-river towns, and were discharging their freight and passengers, at this season a scanty list. Others, surrounded by a bustling swarm, were getting up steam; while still others appeared to be abandoned by both officers and crew who were no doubt at the time enjoying themselves in the brilliant cafés and restaurants. Occasionally might be seen a jauntily-dressed clerk, with blue cottonade trowsers, white linen coat, costly Panama hat, shirt with cambric ruffles, and diamond studs. This stylish gentleman would appear for a few minutes by one of the deserted boats perhaps transact a little business with some one and then hurry off again to his more pleasant haunts in the city.
There were two points upon the Levee where the bustle of active life was more especially observable. These were the spaces in front of two large boats. One was that on which I had taken passage. The other, as I could read upon her wheel-house, was the Magnolia. The latter was also upon the eve of starting, as I could tell by the movements of her people, by the red fires seen in her furnaces, and the hissing of steam, that every now and then screamed sharply from the direction of her boilers.
On the Levee directly in front of her drays were depositing their last loads, passengers were hurrying forward hat-box in hand, in fear they might be too late; trunks, boxes, bags, and barrels were being rudely pushed or rolled over the staging-planks; the gaily-dressed clerks, armed with book and pencil, were checking them off; and everything denoted the intention of a speedy departure. A scene exactly similar was being enacted in front of the Belle of the West.
I had not been regarding these movements very long, before I observed that there was something unusual in the wind. The boats lay at no great distance from each other, and their crews, by a slight elevation of voice, could converse. This they were freely doing; and from some expressions that reached me, coupled with a certain tone of defiance in which they were uttered, I could perceive that the Magnolia and the Belle of the West were rival boats. I soon gathered the further information, that they were about to start at the same time, and that a race was in contemplation!
I knew that this was no unusual occurrence among what are termed crack boats, and both the Belle and her rival came under that category. Both were of the first-class in size and magnificence of fitting; both ran in the same trade, that is, from New Orleans to Saint Louis; and both were commanded by well-known and popular river captains. They could not be otherwise than rivals; and this feeling was shared in by the crews of both, from captain to cabin-slave.
As regards the owners and officers in such cases, there is a substantial money motive at the bottom of this rivalry. The boat that whips in one of these races, wins also the future patronage of the public. The fast boat becomes the fashionable boat, and is ever afterwards sure of a strong list of passengers at a high rate of fare for there is this peculiarity among Americans: many of them will spend their last dollar to be able to say at the end of his journey that he came upon the fashionable boat, just as in England you find many people desirous of making it known that they travelled first-class. Snobbery is peculiar to no country it appears to be universal.