Ste. Genevieve Herald Ste. Genevieve, Mo. Saturday, Aug. 11, 1883 WHAT OUR "DEVIL" SAYS OF THE EXCURSION The Nick Sauer was to start at 8 o'clock last Sunday morning, but owing to the reluctance or fear of the people of Ste. Genevieve to trust their precious little souls or bodies to the care of Captain NEWVILLE - who by-the-by, is the finest gentleman, I believe, that ever walked a deck - the sign for our departure was not given until half past nine o'clock. When the boat shoved off, the band gave the crowd that wouldn't risk it, for a parting tune, that tenderest, meltingest piece "Limburger" - you can hear a limburger if it smells loud enough. The little craft kept on the Mo. side till she came to the cottonwoods when she headed for the Illinois shore. We entered the Okaw at about 10, and the attention of all was attracted by old "Kaskia," which is now an island and will doubtless be seimming down to the gulf, some of these fine days. The Okaw is a nice river, enclosed by thickly wooded banks, with here and there a dwelling house, and a clearing occupied by cornfields which seemed to be rather neglected, to judge by the way they were overgrown with weeds. The water is clear and heavily stocked with fine fish of which some of the party caught quite a number of large specimens. Suddenly the whistle sounded and the passengers looked eagerly forward, expecting to see Evansville heave into sight, but it was only a warning signal given to the rope ferry some distance ahead. Presently we saw a number of people, expectingly looking for the boat, on the bank, the whistle sounded, the band commenced to play, and we were in sight of Evansville. The good people of the town were there to greet us, the band had turned out and exchanged greeting with ours. Everybody rushed for the stage plank; in a twinkling the Nick Sauer was deserted, and the whole crowd scattered over the town to amuse themselves. We went nto the hotels to get our dinners and here I might as well say that the people of Evansville received and treated us nobly, which is of greater significance when one recalls the shameful way some of our older boys treated the Evansville excursion to Ste. Genevieve last year. Our printer boss had all this time an eye to business and, when we came away, he had secured 24 subscribers for the Herald. Hurrah for the Herald. The whole party was so well entertained by the townspeople and their stay had been made so pleasant that it required repeated sharp tootings of the Nick Sauer to dispell their dream of delight and remind them that time was up. After many hearty farewells and invitations to come again from the inhabitants, we went on board and steamed down the Okaw. After having gone a half mile down the river some one suddenly shouted: "Hello! Frank GEILER isn't here," and "where are John SCHMAHLE and Joe BURGERT?" Sure enough they were not on board and some evil minded wag was suggesting that they might have got "mashed" on some of the nice girls in Evansville who had bewitched them so that they didn't hear the whistle. But he was laughed at for his foolishness; for two of our truants were married men and Frank is too bashful to fall in love, as they say. Well, there was nothing left for us but to go back and get them and so we did. We were lucky enough to find the trio who were on the point of crossing the Okaw and taking a rig to carry them over by land. It was a good thing they didn't, as they would have certainly have had the laugh on us for arriving at Ste. Genevieve sooner than the boat did, which they might have done easily. We reached the city landing at about 7 o'clock, having left Evansville at half past four. It was a pleasant trip and I hope the people of Ste. Genevieve will be able to furnish a larger crowd for the next trip to Evansville which, they say, is to take place tomorrow in a week. The DEVIL