Show Riding on an OldTime Canal Boat I am old enough to dimly remember being taken on a journey on the old Beaver canal which wound its way among pleasant western Pennsylvania landscapes You could sit on deck and bob your head when you heard the warning shout Low bridge You could get out and walk when you wanted a little exercise or go and gather wild flowers when at a lock At night the long benches which lined the cabin were converted into couches on which you retired to sleep perchance per-chance to dream behind Turkey red curtains And I distinctly recall the jointed boats which came from the east by the Pennsylvania canal and found their way to the basin near the old Pearl mill in Allegheny or byway by-way of the aqueduct to that other basin near the old Washington hotel in Pittsburg Pittsburg Dispatch |