I had been lent to Mr.Brown, one of the pilots of the "Pennsylvania," by my owner, Mr.
Horace E.Bixby, and I had been steering for Brown about eighteen months, I think.

Then in the early days of May, 1858, came a tragic trip--the last trip of that fleet and famous steamboat.

I have told all about it in one of my books called "Old Times on the Mississippi." But it is not likely that I told the dream in that book.

It is impossible that I can ever have published it, I think, because I never wanted my mother to know about the dream, and she lived several years after I published that volume.
I had found a place on the "Pennsylvania" for my brother Henry, who was two years my junior.

It was not a place of profit, it was only a place of promise.