Miss Betsy Osborn Dover

Miss Betsy Osborn, Dover Story: Copyright: Bay Village Historical Society; Origsize: 6" x 7 1/5"; Origformat: Other
Miss Betsy Osborn, Dover Story

Copyright: Bay Village Historical Society; Origsize: 6" x 7 1/5"; Origformat: Other

Name/Title

Miss Betsy Osborn Dover

Entry/Object ID

2011.01.015

Scope and Content

Miss Betsy Osborn Dover This story describes a trip to the south. Betsy discusses being busy with her studies and unable to write. The story begins as she decides to take a trip to the south. She started from Cleveland on a sleeper car train to Cincinnati. She eventually travels on a boat and describes what she sees on the journey. Transcribed: Miss Betsey Osborn Dover Read by Hattie Porter March 25 1859 I hope my Instructor will excuse me for not writing much, as I could not think of any thing worthy of my attention my mind has been so occupied with my studies the past week. Although I will give you a brief account of a short side I took a few days since and of my safe arrival home. I concluded to take a short tower (as ladies of taste frequently go aboard) I concluded a southern one would be the pleasantest this season of the year as I had never seen the southern climes where the snow of winter is unknown and the novelties of climates and rivers are so diverse from ours as well as its productions and population. I started from Cleveland on the improved evening train of cars where all passengers may retire and have a good nights rest that are used to the rumbling noise of the cars and the noise of the Locomotive as we went on whistling and puffing over hill and dale and through the woods enough to scare every wild cat within five miles. I had to wait a long time before Morpheus would come and shut my eyes so as to sleep much. However at last I rather forgot I was on my journey. Till the whistle of the Locomotive squealed loud enough to arouse a deaf man, And the Conductor announced that we were in Cincinnati. The gas lights are still burning like so Many stars or rather like torches in the distance. But the moment the cars came to a stop the Coachmans bedlam like cannon hooting. one for this and one for that - Hotel Announcing also that the fast steam boat Fashion would start in one hour for New Orleans and all its fine fare and advantage over every other boat. and by this time the sun had risen in all its splendor the river and city appeared in all its beauty as the Omnibuses rattled often the swift streets and in a short time we were at the National Hotel. it appeared especially filled up for our reception the waiters were in attendance to show us our rooms with dust brush in hand and a pleasant good morning friends. When the gong announced us that Breakfast was ready which was got up in good style. our appetites were in fine order our waiter were as polite as possible and of cours[e] we helped our selves to the --dfuls to the best advantage. when the Coachman sounding his horn for the passengers as the Fashion ½ mile distant was the be start in 15 minutes and Oh! such scrambling for, hats, caps, bonnets, shawls, canes, &c[etc.], was not to be beat. We were soon under way reaching the boat in season I had a fine view of the city on both sides of the river its fine Buildings and lofty Edifices and churches, numerous sail boats cruising on the Ohio river as the sun shore on there while sails and the morning breeze wafted them over the glassy waters our boat soon gave the signal for starting. We were soon on our way for the sunny south. Our boat was not much like those on lake Erie they would have been shattered to pieces in half an hour in a storm as we passed I had a pleasant view of old Kentucky as my state room was near the bow of the boat on the upper deck. I saw the blacks on some plantations with there drivers with there long whips in hand and if any one looked up they catched it sure. This look rather aristocratical for us Northern folks. We stopped at Memphis Tenn - to wood which was done by the negroes while the overseer stood under his umbrella with whip in hand to give them a touch once in a while. We also shipped a lot of negroes all handcuffed and chained for market. Many things I must omit here for fear of being too tedious. The houses were few and far between on the plantation and things looked rather dreary except where we could see the fine Orange Groves near the towns or cities. We began to feel the intense heat of summer as we arrived near Natchez. Our boat got snagged as it is called, by running on trees or logs sank in the river and as the top of one struck the starboard wheel and tore off the shaft our Captain said we must be detained a day or two we were towed in by a tug besides the quay the most of us went to see the city of Natchez. There were a lot of negroes in market for sale the whites were armed to the teath, men and woman each carrying there revolver and bowy knife for fear of insult. And now for the first time I wished my self in Dover again I went up to the St Charles Hotel with a very amiable young man of my acquaintances from New York which had come down here to try some new experiment in telegraphing he said he had been inventing a new vehical [vehicle] for caring passengers by telegraph to any desirable point they wished I told him I had Been attending school this winter at the academy in Dover under Proff. Wilson and the school was a going to have a grand exhibition to morrow evening and I would give almost any thing if I was there he told me if I would give him $25 I should the first passenger which offer I gladly accepted he soon opened his chest and took out a little sled like instrument it was steel shod, shaped some like a boat and painted blue cushend in the nicest manner, in which I was to sit In a neeling [kneeling] manner, giving me some straps to hold, as he touched the magnets wire he said the next instant I should be in Cleveland and in fact so it was this explains how I came to be here to night. The remaining half page and the next few pages are blank.

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Osborn Family Collection

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Osborn, Betsy