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Title: The century illustrated monthly magazine
Year: 1882 (1880s)
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Subjects: American literature
Publisher: New York : Century Co.
Contributing Library: Lincoln Financial Foundation Collection
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nd faster throughthe tall grass and rapidly climbing over thefence, fancying that the Rev. Mr. Boul wouldsoon have me by the leg if I did not hurry. in. WESTWARD HO ! In the year 1838 the new town of Chicagohad just turned from an Indian village into athriving little place, and my uncle had writtento my father urging him to join in the manage-ment of the new theater which was then beingbuilt there. As each fresh venture presenteditself my fathers hopeful nature predictedimmediate and successful results. He hadscarcely finished the letter when he declaredthat our fortunes were made, so we turned ourfaces towards the setting sun. In those days ajourney from Albany to Chicago was no smallundertaking for a large family in straitenedcircumstances; certain cherished articles hadto be parted with to procure necessary com-forts for the trip. I really do not know how,but we got from Albany to Schenectady, wherewe acted for a few nights with a company that THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF JOSEPH JEFFERSON.
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JOSEPH JEFFERSON, FATHER OF JOSEPH JEFFERSON. (FROM A PAINTING, ARTIST UNKNOWN.) was playing there. Several of the actors, whohad received no salary for some time, decidedto accompany my father and seek their for-tunes in the West. As I remember it, our journey was long, butnot tedious. We traveled part of the way ina fast-sailing packet-boat on the Erie Canal,the only smoke issuing from the caboose stove-pipe. I can remember our party admiring thiscraft with the same enthusiasm that we nowexpress in looking at a fine ocean steamer.She was painted white and green and enlivenedwith blue window blinds, and a broad redstripe running from bow to stern. Her namewas the Pioneer, which was to us most sug-gestive, as our little band was among theearly dramatic emigrants to the far West. Theboat resembled a Noahs ark with a flat roof,and my father, like the patriarch of old, took hisentire family on board, with this distinction,however — he was required to pay his passage, it being understoo

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