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The author’s name 61 Charles Dickens from American Notes One of the most famous visitors to Kentucky was Charles Dickens, who, accompanied by his wife, visited the United States and Canada between January and June 1842. As a passenger on a steamboat between Cincinnati and Louisville, he met Chief Pitchlynn of the Choctaw Indians, who impressed him with his intelligence and learning. He arrived about midnight in Louisville and went immediately to the Galt House, with which he was much impressed. Indeed, he liked it so much that he later spent a second night there on his way back to Cincinnati from St. Louis. On his way to board the boat in the canal below Louisville near Portland, he commented on the coal-blackened buildings and the pigs in the streets. Onboard the Fulton, he entertained Jim Porter, the Kentucky Giant, who, unlike the dull, leaden people he traveled with on the boat, impressed him with his height of seven feet eight inches and his hospitality. As this selection indicates, by the time of Dickens’s visit in 1842, Kentucky was almost out of the wilderness. h Leaving Cincinnati at eleven o’clock in the forenoon, we embarked for Louisville in the Pike steamboat, which, carrying the mails, was a packet of a much better class than that in which we had come from Pittsburg. As this passage does not occupy more than twelve or thirteen hours, we arranged to go ashore that night: not coveting the distinction of sleeping in a state-room, when it was possible to sleep anywhere else. There chanced to be on board this boat, in addition to the usual dreary crowd of passengers, one Pitchlynn, a chief of the Choctaw tribe of Indians, who sent in his card to me, and with whom I had the pleasure of a long conversation. He spoke English perfectly well, though he had not begun to learn the language, he told me, until he was a young man grown. He had read many books; and Scott’s poetry appeared to have left a strong impression on his mind: especially the opening of The Lady of the Lake, and the great battle scene in Marmion, in which, no doubt from the congeniality of the subjects to his own pursuits and tastes, he had great interest and delight. He appeared to understand correctly all he had read; and whatever fiction had enlisted his sympathy in its belief, had done so keenly and earnestly. I might almost say fiercely. He was dressed in our ordinary every-day costume, which hung about 61 62 The Kentucky Anthology his fine figure loosely, and with indifferent grace. On my telling him that I regretted not to see him in his own attire, he threw up his right arm, for a moment, as though he were brandishing some heavy weapon, and answered, as he let it fall again, that his race were losing many things besides their dress, and would soon be seen upon the earth no more: but he wore it at home, he added proudly. He told me that he had been away from his home, west of the Mississippi , seventeen months: and was now returning. He had been chiefly at Washington on some negotiations pending between his Tribe and the Government : which were not settled yet (he said in a melancholy way), and he feared never would be: for what could a few poor Indians do, against such well-skilled men of business as the whites? He had no love for Washington; tired of towns and cities very soon; and longed for the Forest and the Prairie. I asked him what he thought of Congress? He answered, with a smile, that it wanted dignity, in an Indian’s eyes. He would very much like, he said, to see England before he died; and spoke with much interest about the great things to be seen there. When I told him of that chamber in the British Museum wherein are preserved household memorials of a race that ceased to be, thousands of years ago, he was very attentive, and it was not hard to see that he had a reference in his mind to the gradual fading away of his own people. This led us to speak of Mr. Catlin’s gallery, which he praised highly: observing that his own portrait was among the collection, and that all the likenesses were “elegant.” Mr. Cooper, he said, had painted the Red Man well; and...

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