The Houseboat Book: The Log of a Cruise from Chicago to New Orleans — Story, Setting & Ideas
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Once upon a time there was a doctor who, after many years spent in that pursuit concluded to reform. But strong is the influence of evil associates, and those who had abetted him in his old ways still endeavored to lead him therein.
One day his good angel whispered in his ear the magic words, "House boat;" and straightway there arose in his mental vision the picture of a broad river, the boat lazily floating, children fishing, wife's cheery call to view bits of scenery too lovely for solitary enjoyment, and a long year of blissful seclusion where no tale of woe could penetrate, no printer's devil cry for copy. Incidentally the tired eyes could rest, and the long stretches of uninterrupted time be transmuted into creative work; with no banging telephone or boring visitor to scatter the faculties into hopeless desuetude. Sandwich with hours busy with those recuperative implements, the rod and gun, the adventures and explorations incident to the trip, and here was a scheme to make the heart of a city-tired man leap.
So he went to the friend whose kindly appreciation had put a monetary value upon the emanations from his brain, and suggested that now was the time for the besom of reform to get in its work, and by discharging him to clear the way for new and improved editorial talent. But the friend received the suggestion with contumely, threatening to do the editor bodily harm if he so much as mentioned or even contemplated any attempt to escape. The scheme was perforce postponed for a year, and in the meantime attempts were made to gather useful information upon the subject.
The plan seemed simple enough--to leave Chicago by the Drainage Canal, float down to the Illinois River, then down it to the Mississippi, by it to New Orleans, then to strike off through the bayous or canals into the watery wastes southwest, and spend there the time until the approach of the Carnival called us back to the southern metropolis. By starting about September 1st we could accompany the ducks on their southern journey, and have plenty of time to dawdle along, stopping wherever it seemed good to us.
So we went to work to gather information. The great bookstores were ransacked for books descriptive of houseboat trips down the Mississippi. There were none. Then we asked for charts of the Illinois and Mississippi. There were none of the former in existence; of the latter the Government was said to have published charts of the river from St. Louis to the Gulf; and these were ordered, though they were somewhat old, and the river changes constantly. Then a search was made for books on American houseboats and trips made upon them; books giving some rational information as to what such things are, how they are procured, furnished, managed, what is to be had and what avoided; but without avail. Even logs of canoe trips on the great river, and accounts of recent steamer trips, are singularly scarce. People insisted on forcing upon our notice Bangs' "Houseboat on the Styx," despite our reiterated asseverations that we did not care to travel over that route just now. Black's "Strange Adventures of a Houseboat" is principally remarkable for the practical information it does not give.
Scarcely a juvenile was to be found treating of the subjects; nor have the novelists paid any attention to the rivers for a third of a century. Books of travel on the great system of inland American waters are similarly rare.
It has finally come home to us that this is a virgin field; that the great American people reside in the valley of the greatest river in the world, and pay no attention to it; write nothing of it, know nothing, and we fear care nothing. And while many persons utilize houseboats, and many more would do so if they knew what they are, and how much pleasure is to be derived therefrom, no one has seen fit to print a book that would make some amends to an intending purchaser for his lack of experience. Possibly the experiences detailed in the following pages may in some degree fulfill this need, and aid some one to avoid the mistakes we made.
GATHERING INFORMATION.
The opening chapter of W. F. Waugh's 1904 log presents a doctor dreaming of escape: a houseboat drifting downriver, children fishing, a wife calling attention to scenery, and long stretches for creative work. But the friend who pays for his writing threatens bodily harm if he quits. That tension—between the desire for release and the pull of obligation—runs through this record of a cruise from Chicago to New Orleans. Waugh does not simply narrate travel; he documents the material realities of life afloat: the ideal moor with its fender poles and Manilla rope, the danger of snags that can knock a hole in the bottom, and the constant negotiation with mud, current, and passing steamers.
The Doctor's Dilemma and the River's Demands
The prelude frames the voyage as a reform: a doctor tired of city practice, a printer's devil crying for copy, a banging telephone. Yet the friend's refusal to let him go suggests that escape is never clean. Once on the river, the log records not idyllic drifting but constant problem-solving. At Helena, the crew lands on a muddy shore and finds the town full of holidaying men carrying suspicious jugs. Waugh notes the irony: game cannot be sold, but whisky flows freely. The practicalities of provisioning—securing bear-steaks at twenty-five cents a pound, hunting for a turkey fit to eat—anchor the narrative in daily struggle.
Mooring, Mud, and the Mechanics of Staying Put
Chapter XV, titled simply “Mooring,” reads like a manual. Waugh describes fender poles six inches thick at the butt, chains that will not chafe like rope, and the ideal of a narrow creek or cove—though he admits they have hardly seen such a place. He warns against tying close to a crumbly bank, a tree that may fall, or over a snag. At Memphis, a stake forty feet from shore washed out in an hour. The log is full of such precise, earned knowledge: the back current that carried the cabinboat onto a sand bar, the tug three hours warping off with an anchor. Mud coats everything; its fine grain makes it hard to remove from clothes.
Encounters Ashore: Law, Custom, and the Levee Camp
At Allison's Landing, Arkansas, a levee camp, a big negress comes aboard to see what they have for sale—drygoods are wanted badly. Waugh reports the story of an Indiana man arrested for carrying a pistol in Tennessee, unaware of the law, sentenced to a year less a day. The local saying: safer to kill a man than to carry a weapon. The log does not moralize heavily, but the juxtaposition of such incidents with the daily tasks of making candy and grabbing for presents in a basket suggests a quiet commentary on the gap between northern expectations and southern realities. The crew searches Memphis papers for news of a missing friend, J. J., and finds none.
Readers will find that Waugh's log rewards attention to its small, concrete details: the price of bear-steak, the length of a fender pole, the texture of Mississippi mud. The book is less a travelogue than a working document of life on a houseboat, where every landing brings negotiation with local custom and every mooring is a lesson in hydraulics. Approach it as a record of practical experience, not a polished narrative, and the river's own rhythms—slow, repetitive, punctuated by sudden hazards—will emerge.
Reading Waugh’s account of muddy levees and stubborn river currents, I found myself thinking of another traveler’s notebook, one that lingers on quieter, inland observations. There is a shared patience there—a willingness to sit with place rather than conquer it. Studies in the South and West, with Comments on Canada — A Reader’s Guide felt like a familiar hand on the same tiller, steering through landscape and human habit alike.
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