And now the bluffs along the Illinois River rose with something of the majesty of the Palisades of the Hudson.
The river itself was not nearly so broad or noble, but it was not without beauty....

More oblivious of my surroundings than I had been before, I boarded _The Post Boy_, a stern wheeler, and in a few minutes she blew the most musical of whistles and we were off....
The vision of hills and prairies around me harmonized with the dreamy sensations that filled my heavy head and tired body.

I sat on deck and viewed it all.

I did not go to the table.

The very smell of the food nauseated me.