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You can't beat your way back on this boat," that he knew they had reached Weehawken. "I'm not trying to beat my way," rejoined Bob. "I'm not going back to New York. I'm going to Chicago and then to Oklahoma," he added in a boyish attempt to impress the boatman with his importance. "Well, you'd better hurry if you want to make the train for Chicago," returned the other.
Hamilton as promptly accepted it, named pistols at ten paces as the weapons, and at seven o'clock on the morning of July 11, 1804, the two men faced each other on the heights of Weehawken, overlooking New York bay. Both fired at the word; Burr's bullet passed through Hamilton's body; Hamilton's cut a twig above Burr's head.
This brief statement refers to the unhappy duel between Aaron Burr and Alexander Hamilton, at Weehawken, New Jersey, July 11, 1804. This interesting entry shows with what feelings the long-absent explorers met Mr. Airs:
But between the street and the hall bedroom, with its odors of a gas-stove and a kitchen, the choice was difficult. "We've got to cool off somehow," the young husband was saying, "or you won't sleep. Shall we treat ourselves to ice-cream sodas or a trip on the Weehawken ferry-boat?" "The ferry-boat!" begged the girl, "where we can get away from all these people."
The air is pure and invigorating, sweeping, as it does, straight across the river from the Weehawken heights, and even the ragged garden which surrounded the house, although displaying on washing days rather too much clothesline, still gave us a piece of greensward to look at, and a cool retreat in the summer evenings, where we smoked our cigars in the dusk, and watched the fireflies flashing their dark lanterns in the long grass.
Crowning the swell of this elevation stood the old mansion commanding a fine view of the river, with a glimpse of the opposite shore, where the Weehawken hills begin to consolidate into the Palisades.
When able to talk he learned that the captain of the tug Cygnet, having received orders to tow three loaded barges from a Weehawken pier to Barnegat City, picked up his "job" at nine-thirty the previous night, and dropped down the river with the tide.
At, say, nine o'clock, he settles back behind the steering-wheel of his motor-car. Crossing the Hudson by the Forty-second Street Ferry, he climbs the Weehawken slope, and swings westward over one of the uninviting turnpikes that disfigure the marshy land between the Passaic and the Hackensack.
Aisle approaching the Palace of Fine Arts, leading from Court of Four Seasons, west to Administration Avenue, by Faville. Central portal, Spanish Renaissance, with twisted Byzantine columns. Globe above, symbolical of universal education. Main sculptural group: "Education," by Gustave Gerlach, Weehawken, New Jersey. Tree of knowledge in background. Left, kindergarten stage.
Oh, by the way, do you know to which station to go?" "No, I don't," admitted Bob. "Well, if you want to get a plain car, you want to go over to Weehawken and buy your ticket over the West Shore railroad." And giving Bob a check for his food, the girl smiled upon him pleasantly, and hurried away to wait upon some other people who had entered the restaurant.
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