In the fall of 2006, I inherited a journal recounting a lively steamboat trip on the upper Missouri River in 1869. The author, Nancy Ann (Poe) Ebert, was my great great grandmother. The trip was one continuous adventure. It is a bit of American History that I shall attempt to bring to life for the first time in No Place for a Lady.
Only two journals, daily written, chronicle that 1869 Missouri River season. The styles could not differ more, yet their comparison provides meaningful insights. In his journal Nelson G Edwards, first clerk of the steamer Henry M Shreve, was objective. Nancy Poe Ebert was observant and emotional. My great great grandmother wrote about loneliness, fear, flowers, disappointment, beauty, and Indians. Cree Indians with their recently taken scalps boarded the str Mollie Ebert for three days causing much anguish. Nancy Poe Ebert expressed the fear of losing her hair to the tomahawk and scalping knife. Tracking the two journals, the sidewheeler Henry M Shreve was 8-14 days ahead of the sternwheeler Mollie Ebert at common positions per date along the Missouri.
My transcription of the Nancy Poe Ebert (NPE) journal, NPE Journal Segment 1 and NPE Journal Segment 2 , is a rendering with spelling errors and missing punctuation uncorrected. Its length is 59 pages covering 57 grueling days.
Investigations of the inherited journal and boxes of old photographs and letters led to other stories about the men and women of Georgetown, PA. During the Golden Age of Steamboats which some describe as the period from 1850-1870, Georgetown produced some far-famed steamboat captains. Each captain (Capt Jacob Poe, Capt Adam Poe…) and each steamer (Amelia Poe, Argyle…) has its tale. The best way for them to be remembered is to tell their stories.
At a time when railroad transportation meant traveling mostly in upright chairs on unheated soot filled cars that rocked and pitched their way along state imposed “standard” gauge track, steamboats were admired for their luxury, their comfort, their ornamentation — in a word – their style. Contrary to popular opinion, steamboats also out performed the rival railroads during the Golden Age. More troops and supplies were transported by packets than railroad cars during the Civil War. If you do the math, an army the size of a city could not travel more than two or three days without shifting its base along the line of some railroad or river. Indispensable as railways were, in the western theater they were far inferior to rivers. With respect to security, the river lines of supply and communication could not be cut as easily as rails by the enemy. Rivers were military highways. These Georgetown captains and pilots with their civilian crews were contracted and impressed into service by the Army Quartermaster leading to many tales. These Georgetown captains owned and operated approximately fifty packets during this Golden Age.
Local histories are also numerous, such as the grisly death of a steamboat captain far from home in April 1850 (The Body), a Paul Revere like ride to warn the area of the danger of attack from Morgan’s Raiders in July 1863 (The Ride), a baseball game with Honus Wagner and his All Stars in August 1924 (The Game), Georgetown’s frontier fort (The Lost Frontier Fort), etc. I am a retailer, not an inventor, of these tales. Vexingly, these stories have been virtually ignored by generations of historians.
My hope is that this account will serve some historical purpose. I aim to tell something of these Georgetown men and their boats, and to relate something of their stories of river life. The boats themselves disappeared more than a hundred years ago. The masters and pilots, engineers and clerks, mates and roustabouts have likewise gone. Today, the lives of those who manned the steamers are legendary, almost mythical. It is a story unwritten. It is a story of the steamboating Georgetown people. It is a story of aspiration, fortitude, and brio. This story was not a story of my choosing, but what could make a better story!
Most of what follows is true. The rest is rumor, folktale, and myth.
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