. Life and reminiscences from birth to manhood of Wm. G. Johnston . ating the anniversary of the battle of New Or-leans, paraded on the frozen river. I remember, too, a winter pageant, possibly also of thesame period, which went by the name of Snag was gotten up by the river men, at a time when agoodly depth of snow had fallen, and when the presenceof ice interfered with navigation. Sitting in yawls,mounted upon runners, and drawn by two or more pairsof horses hung about with strings of merrily pealingbells,—with flags flying and bands of music filling theair with stirring music, — t
. Life and reminiscences from birth to manhood of Wm. G. Johnston . ating the anniversary of the battle of New Or-leans, paraded on the frozen river. I remember, too, a winter pageant, possibly also of thesame period, which went by the name of Snag was gotten up by the river men, at a time when agoodly depth of snow had fallen, and when the presenceof ice interfered with navigation. Sitting in yawls,mounted upon runners, and drawn by two or more pairsof horses hung about with strings of merrily pealingbells,—with flags flying and bands of music filling theair with stirring music, — they paraded the streets ofthe city. The procession was enlarged by numeroussleighs of citizens falling into line; for all took an inter-est in the Snag Marine; a jubilee that had been longlooked forward to, and was long remembered when past. The things related in this chapter, however trivial theymay seem, are so impressed upon my memory that theyare constantly reappearing; so that now, following thebent of a natural inclination, I have again conjured CHAPTEK V. GLANCES AT MEN AND THINGS OF 1828.—PICTURES OFPITTSBURGH AT THAT PERIOD. As when benighted on some desert plain, With one small spark the wanderer lights a flame,Which spreading far reveals to him againThe distant hills from whence at morn he came; So doth a look, a word, a tone, oft castOer memorys waste a momentary blaze,And light amid the vistas of the pastThe long-forgotten scenes of other days. GENTLE reader, it is possible that I could haveconversed with many men whose memories em-braced the time when not a white man lived where Pitts-burgh stands ; yea, men of sufficient age, who, had theopportunity been given them, might have stood at the point where the Allegheny and Monongahela meet,on the 22d of November, 1753, with George Washington,when all around was a dense wilderness, and he pennedthese memorable words: I spent some time in view-ing the rivers and the land in the fork, which I thinkwell su
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