DISCOMFORTS OF A RIVER TOWN 73
nothing to be done but to engage a boy with a lantern and walk to our boat, awaiting us on the Mississippi. The Deschapelles, Glavis, Beauseant, Pauline, and Claude wearily wended their way through the rain and mud. My good friend, Lin Harris, a member of the company, took off his overshoes, and, tearing his handkerchief, tied them to my feet. Kind thoughts, kind words, kind deeds, how brightly they always shine in our memories ! After leaving the desolate streets we came to the long wharf, where the mud was ankle deep, and where we continually expected to be set upon by longshoremen. It was very late before we saw the lights of our floating house twinkling in the distance. But every black cloud has a silver lining, and ours shone on the table that night in the shape of an excellent supper which the kind captain had prepared for us. It was during that enrao-ement that I acted before the inmates of a
blind asylum. They were close to the stage, and so aroused one's sympathies that it was difficult to go on with the play. The sad, patient faces, with their closed eyes turned towards the actors, were always expressionless, whether pathos or joy was acted before them. Quite different they were from a deaf-and-dumb audience I played to later.