street-ends

Updated: August 14, 2026

A south-eastern breeze ruffled the waters of the Yough, and for the first time the Doctor ordered up the sail, with W at the sheet. It was not long before Pilgrim had the water "singing at her prow." With a rush, we flew past the factories, the house-boats, and the shabby street-ends of McKeesport, out into the Monongahela, where, luckily, the wind still held.

Reuben Gold Thwaites - Afloat on the Ohio: An Historical Pilgrimage of a Thousand Miles in a Skiff, from Redstone to Cairo