ception was tendered him at Kittanning, notwithstanding that little
city's misfortune in "not being incorporated," and the mayor delivered
a warm address of welcome.

From the moment Paul neared Pittsburgh's suburban places there was a
continued ovation until he completed the voyage at the Point, where
the confluence of the Alleghany and Monongahela forms the Ohio.
Thousands of people jammed the bridges and thousands lined the shores to
salute the intrepid voyager. He was picked up at the Point and quickly
placed in a carriage in order to avoid the crowd and hurriedly driven to
a hotel. He was half frozen and his worn appearance showed how trying
had been the trip, which was accomplished in a little less than four
days.

After a brief rest, he made ready to resume the voyage. The start was
made from the foot of Seventh Street, February 24th. The Ohio was so
full of ice that it was difficult to forge ahead. The first day's run
was to Rochester, where he hauled up for the night. Owing to his being
behind time the band and many people who had been waiting for him, went
away, while those who remained occupied their time in patronizing a
convenient bar. Mr. James Creelman, of the New York Herald, who had been
assigned to write up the voyage, and another newspaper man, accompanied
Boyton, making their way in conveyances along the shore. When they
arrived at Rochester, Paul was tired and wanted to sleep, so they
repaired to a hotel as quickly as possible, and all three were put
into one room. It became, noised around that the travelers had arrived
and crowds gathered at the hotel. They demanded a speech and the
landlord waited on Paul with the information. He was sent back to tell
the people that Boyton was in bed and did not wish to be disturbed.
Then they wanted him to fire off just one rocket. That was also
impossible, because the "Baby Mine," the name of the little tender,
had struck a piece of ice before reaching the town and sprung a leak,
wetting all the fireworks. The landlord, however, thought he could
touch off one of the rockets anyway, so he seized a large detonator and
with a red hot poker tried to see how it would work. Finding the
fuse, as he thought, too wet, he threw the rocket on the floor and left
the room. Directly after, Paul heard a hissing noise and realized that
the landlord had succeeded in leaving a live spark in the fuse. He
simply drew the bedclothes around himself and let th