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THE JOHN J. ROE

Mark Twain’s boat was so slow no other steamer would condescend to race with it.

With the utmost candor, Twain comments that his boat moved at such a pathetic pace, they used to forget in what year it was they left port.

Nothing would mortify Twain more than the fact that ferryboats, waiting to cross the river, would lose valuable trips because their passengers grew senile and died waiting for his boat, the John J. Roe, to pass.

Mark Twain wrote in a jocose manner about the races his steamer had with islands and rafts.

With quiet humor he continued to malign the riverboat, but his book is replete with love for this sort of life.