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cooking had much to do with the popularity of the boat. 

 I spent three busy and happy seasons on the "Silver 

 Wave," and never failed to appreciate Joe's cooking. 

 He w^as not expensive either, a poor cook is that, for so 

 much is wasted, not eaten, but thrown down the "dollar 

 hole," as they called the chute from the kitchen to the 

 river. 



Joe Gallenor was the most inveterate practical joker 

 I ever knew. He played jokes on all of us. Time and 

 again, when I was aroused before breakfast, someone 

 would call "when did you get promoted?" and on turn- 

 ing my head around, would find a thin, warm pancake 

 cosily resting on each shoulder, as epaulets. He had 

 placed them there so quickly, as I was passing, that I 

 had not noticed his act. 



J. A. Hanley, now a dignified and successful lawyer 

 in Davenport, Iowa, was our cabin-boy on the "Silver 

 Wave" in those days. Of him I shall have more to say 

 in the next chapter. 



Captain A. R. Young, of Stillwater, Minnesota, had 

 the largest and most powerful of all the raft-boats. She 

 was called the "Tow-boat Minnesota," to distinguish 

 her from the side-wheel steamer of the same name, a 

 Saint Louis packet. Her engines were sixteen inches by 

 six feet. She was used in floating-raft days, to tow fleets 

 of rafts through Lakes Saint Croix and Pepin. While 

 towing down river, Sam Hitchcock and Frank LePoint 

 were her pilots. 



Shulenburg and Boeckeler, of Saint Louis, had a 

 splendid boat, the "Helene Shulenburg." That prince 

 of good fellows. Captain Robert Dodds, of Saint Louis, 

 was master of her, W. B. Milligan, of Davenport, chief 

 engineer, and the genial, versatile James Henry Harris, 

 his assistant. Harris always took great pride in keeping 



