Eight Months in Illinois
On September 7th 1842 William Oliver, an Englishman, and his companion journeyed from New York to Illinois and back. He wrote about his travels and published his book Eight Months in Illinois in 1843 as a guide for what it was like to move and live here for emigrants. It is a very interesting travelogue of what it was like to move here and live during that time. It is of a time that has long been forgotten and overlooked by those of us who live in these areas today. His opinion of our then county seat, Ewington, was somewhat less than favorable; you may read it for yourself below
Towards evening we
arrived at Ewington, on the Little Wabash river, and by the advice of a person with whom
we fell in by the way, we passed through it, to take our chance of getting a nights
lodging at a squires about a mile beyond.
Ewington
is a sorry-looking place, situated on a high clay bank of the Little Wabash, which is here
an inconsiderable stream, deeply cut into the surface of the country, and jammed full of
driftwood. It would have been quite
impassable at this place for horses, had it not been for a primitive and rickety wood
bridge, erected across the chasm.
Before
we got to the squires abode, the night was as dark as pitch, and as the road was
full of ruts and other impediments, our progress was very slow. A horse with use of his eyes will seldom tumble
into a hole, however dark the night may be; but, in going among trees, he estimates the
practicability of a passage between the trunks, or below limbs, merely in reference to his
own bulk, without taking into account the legs or body of his rider; so that the knees
sometimes get awkward thumps, and there is some risk of being swept off by a branch.
The
squire was unwilling to admit us, saying he had two guests already, which were as many as
he had beds for; besides, his old woman was sick, and could not again be troubled with
preparing supper. In reply to these
objections we told him that we would sit by the fire, or lie on the floor, and would not
trouble the old woman with making any supper. In
the end he relented and took us in; and, though we did lie on the floor, the old woman was
kind enough on her own accord to relieve us of the additional penalty of being supperless.
The squire was
an intelligent man; his forte, however, seemed to be the mechanism of the mills, and he
detailed to us several projected improvements in sawmills.
The Americans are decidedly a mechanical people-a people of shifts and
expedients, which may be the offspring of that fruitful mother of invention, necessity.
Of
the other two strangers, one was the driver of the stage between Vandalia and Terre Haute;
no sinecure on such detestable roads. There
had been an overturn of the stage that very day, and at the time it took place the driver
was slowly leading the horses by the heads, whilst another person was doing his best, by
pulling at the upper side, to keep the vehicle on its wheels. The driver spoke of the affair as a good joke.
We left
the squires at sunrise next morning, and through the day traveled over some
extensive prairies. The population was very
thin, and the grass was growing rank and tall in many places, without a single trail in
it. Snakes were abundant, and, judging from
the trails of these reptiles on the dusty track, some of them must have been large.
1Eight Months in Illinois:With information to Immigrants,William Oliver, Walter M. Hill, Chicago, 1924 pp190-192