Night Boat to New York: Steamboats on the Connecticut, 1815-1931 Contributor(s): Hesselberg, Erik (Author) |
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ISBN: 1493044494 ISBN-13: 9781493044498 Publisher: Globe Pequot Press OUR PRICE: $40.50 Product Type: Hardcover - Other Formats Published: July 2022 |
Additional Information |
BISAC Categories: - History | United States - 19th Century - History | United States - State & Local - New England (ct, Ma, Me, Nh, Ri, Vt) - History | Maritime History & Piracy |
Dewey: 387.243 |
LCCN: 2021050318 |
Physical Information: 0.5" H x 8.4" W x 10.9" (2.65 lbs) 224 pages |
Themes: - Chronological Period - 19th Century - Cultural Region - New England |
Descriptions, Reviews, Etc. |
Publisher Description: Night Boat to New York: Steamboats on the Connecticut, 1824-1931, is a portrait of the vanished steamboat days-when a procession of stately sidewheelers plied between Hartford and New York City, docking at Peck's Slip on the East River in the shadow of the Brooklyn Bridge. At one time, Hartford could boast two thousand steamboat arrivals and departures in a year. Altogether, some thirty-five large steamboats were in service on the Connecticut River in these years, largely on the Hartford to New York City route. These Long Island Sound steamers, unlike the tubby, wedding cake dowagers of Western waters, were long, sleek craft, with sharp prows cutting a neat wake as they cruised along. Departing each afternoon from State Street or Talcott Street wharf in Hartford, the "night boats" reached New York at daybreak, inaugurating a pattern of city commuting that continues to this day. Steamboating not only brought people and goods--Colt's firearms and Essex's pianos--down river to New York for export to world markets, but also helped America's inland "Spa Culture" transplant itself to the seashore, making steamboating not just convenient transportation but also a social phenomenon noted by such writers as Charles Dickens and Mark Twain. No wonder crowds wept in the fall of 1931, when the last steamboats, made obsolete by the automobile, churned away from the dock and headed downriver--never to return. |