Click the images below for bigger versions: McDaniel, Gertie S.
Autograph Letter Signed, Clarksville, Tennessee, April 20, 1847, to her cousin, A. E. Minton, Carrollton, Illinois
quarto, three pages, plus stamp less address leaf, in very good, clean, and legible condition.
McDaniel
writes her cousin describing her journey via river steamboat to Tennessee where
she became a teacher at the Clarksville Academy:
“My dear cousin,
… we
prolonged our trip by going up to Cincinnati, instead of proceeding immediately
homeward we took passage on a fine boat at St. Louis, and as she was going
directly to the above place, we concluded to keep on up the Ohio. The boat was
very much crowded, but we had quite a pleasant trip. The boat stopped at all
the little, as well as large places, so we had an opportunity of seeing
everything, when we arrived at Louisville we found the river so low that it was
impossible for the boat to pass over the falls (which are just below the city)
and the canal, from the rise and subsequent fall of the river, was full of
sand, so that we had to wait all day for it to be cleaned out. We took a hack
and went through the city, and spent the time pleasantly, in looking round, at
all the curiosities, we visited a handsome greenhouse, where flowers are raised
for sale – about eight o’clock, the boat bell rang, and we learned to great
delight that the canal was ready to receive us, so we started; few of the
ladies had ever seen a canal, and all were eager to commence the passage. Well
the boat began to puff away, and all rushed out on the guards, when just as we
got midway the first lock, we stuck fast in the gate, in consequence of the
mud, which had not been well taken away, and there we staid, until after
puffing and blowing for about two hours we got loose. The boat was so large
that we almost touched the wall, on either side, every few moments she would
dash up against it, giving us some pretty severe jolts, and then such shrieks and
cries as would assail our ear, from the lips of some affrighted passenger, we
at last found ourselves, without accident at Louisville; here for knew nothing
more of that night for I went to bed just then – a week from the Sunday we left
Jourseyville we landed in Cincinnati. We staid here several days, and were much
pleased with the appearance of the place, it a good many times as large as St.
Louis, and dicedely more handsome. The museum pleased me more than anything I
saw it is indeed worth visiting, we spent the whole afternoon there, and then
had to give but a hasty glance at many interesting curiosities. My friend Emily
Faxon is in Cincinnati, visiting some relatives, this you know added greatly to
the pleasure of my stay there. Amanda went with us all the way; we are all
delighted with her, she is so amiable, and lively. Dr Mc Clure speaks in
warmest terms of her, perhaps he is captivated, by the way he says I must send
you his best respects, with the request that you will send him a nice roll, all
covered over with sauce… when you see Mrs. Jones, tell her how much we were
pleased with Amanda, …. Tell her that
she must let A go to school here, Mr. Douglass’s school (the Academy) is
prospering finely, he is getting scholars from a great distance, a gentleman
from Miss. Brought up three daughters the other day, to be educated here., he
said the academy had a fine reputation down there – you will be surprised to
hear that I have become assistant, in the school, but I am only pro tem Mrs.
Douglas being sick, I consented to take her place for a few weeks, to
accommodate them, I don’t like the occupation much… There has been (and is
still going on) a great revival of religion here, both in the Presbyterian and
Methodist church. I don’t know how many conversions there have been, but about
seventy members have been added to the latter church … we lost a valuable
member of the community last week, a young man named Gabey, who had been living here but a few
years but was very highly esteemed he was a moral man but not a Christian, was a mason, son of
Temperance, member of the Temple of Honor, and an Odd Fellow. I don’t think
that anyone who attended his funeral could ever speak against secret societies,
he had not a relative nearer than many hundred miles, and yet the church was
crowded with his brethren of those orders, who with becoming sorrow and
solemnity, paid the last tribute of affection to the deceased stranger … I must
close now, for it is very late at night, and if I don’t go to bed soon I shall
not feel like getting up in time to go to school tomorrow …”