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A young man from Connersville came over to attend school, and I would remark in passing that his father was chiefly interested in sending him to Fairview because he thought that his boy would here be out of temptation. He arrived at noon one day, and we were immediately made acquainted with each other, an acquaintance which ripened into friendship on the spot.
Quit college Shattered nerves Summer and autumn days Improvement Picnic parties A fall An untimely storm Crawford's beer and ale Beer brawls County fairs and their influence on my life My yoke of white oxen The "red ribbon" "One McPhillipps" How I got home and how I found myself in the morning My mother's agony A day of teaching under difficulties Quiet again Law studies at Connersville "Out on a spree" What a spree means.
Two hundred and fifty children rescued from the flood had only night clothes. Wagon trains carried food and clothing from Connersville to the stricken people. On Friday, March 28th, the list of known dead in Brookville was sixteen. Heavy loss of property and a food and fuel famine imminent were the precise situation.
Five children, all of one family, were seen clinging to posts of an old-fashioned wooden bed when they were swept into the main stream and lost. The person from Connersville who first talked with the Governor said that a break in the White Water River levee had flooded the valley, sweeping many persons before it. After that it was impossible to re-establish communication even for a few minutes.
I got as far as Connersville, where I remained during the balance of my drunk. I kept drinking for three or four days, and then commenced to vomit again. By this time I had got so weak that it was with the greatest effort that I could stand on my feet or walk one step. I felt the madness coming on again with tenfold fury. My terrible fear gave me more strength.
Solitude, separation, banishment No quarter asked The rumseller A risk no man should incur The woman's temperance convention at Indianapolis At Richmond The bloated druggist "Death and damnation" At the Galt House The three distinct properties of alcohol Ten days in Cincinnati The delirium tremens My horrible sufferings The stick that turned to a serpent A world of devils Flying in dread I go to Connersville, Indiana My condition grows worse Hell, horrors, and torments The horrid sights of a drunkard's madness.
L. Smith on the street, and on the strength of my lecture, he went my security for a respectable coat and pair of boots. From Rushville I started on a lecture tour, taking in Dublin, Connersville, Cambridge City, Shelbyville, Knightstown, Newcastle, and other places. By degrees I widened the field of my lectures until it embraced the whole of Indiana and parts of many other States.
Unfortunately, and I fear designedly, I made my acquaintances among, and selected my companions from, the most dissolute, idle, and intemperate class of young men in the town. Connersville then had and still has among its citizens some very wealthy men, who suffered their boys to grow up without much care, mostly in idleness.
The dawn of Wednesday, March 26th, found anxiety in Indiana centered in Brookville and Connersville, on the White Water River, from which frantic appeals for aid were received by Governor Ralston. Other despatches from the same region declared that the smaller towns of Metamora, Cedar Grove and Prenton were swept away completely.
They tol' us up the road a bit he knew every inch o' these yere mountings." There was a pause, as if Maria was endeavoring to decide as to the honesty of the speaker. Her final answer proved the mental survey had not proven satisfactory. "Wal, I reckon," she said calmly, "as you uns 'll be more likely ter find him down 'bout Connersville."
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