The old steamboat of last year was floating in the water near by.

Already an old steamboat wheezes on the Sacramento River.

I shut one eye and peered within-itwas flaked with iron rust like an old steamboat boiler.

There was something almost pathetic about the public demonstration when you thought of the good old steamboat days.

An old steamboat-man once told me that he passed the upper end of this ditch just as the water was let in.

Here, too, you see a queer little old steamboat, the first that ever vexed the waters of the Pacific Ocean with its paddle-wheels.

The old steamboat-men laughed at the efforts of the Massachusetts engineer, to create a current in his canal by commencing it in an eddy.

It was natural enough that the "mud-clerk" on the old steamboat Iatan should take a fancy to the "striker," as the engineer's apprentice was called.

He rode Steamboat-notYoung Steamboat, but Old Steamboat!

What does become of the old steamboats?

Strung along below the city, were a number of decayed, ram-shackly, superannuated old steamboats, not one of which had I ever seen before.