Thursday 21 September 2017

1883-13-03ee

It was a chance encounter in the waiting room of the Grand Trunk Railway's passenger station on Stuart Street. It was there, in December, 1883, that a reporter with the Hamilton Times met and had a conversation with the Modern Hercules.
Here is the column which was written as a result of that encounter :


“Mr. Andrew Gaffney (who is known in the show business as the ‘Modern Hercules,’ from his feats of strength in handling mannon balls of 50 and 75 pounds weight with as much ease as an ordinary man can handle balls of yarn) is a Dundasite. He was born in the Valley City 57 years ago, and his boyhood days were spent there. Subsequently he lived awhile in Hamilton.
“Mr. Gaffney got off the Toronto train yesterday, and while waiting for the eastern train to leave, had a conversation with a TIMES representative.
“ ‘Yes,’ said Mr. Gaffney, ‘it awakens old recollections to be in Canada, and especially in this section of it, once more. Why, let’s see; it’s over 30 years since I left Hamilton. I was a hearty young man then, but could scarcely lift as much or handle such heavy weights as I can now. Practice, my dear boy, does the business, but one has got to have the frame and muscle.
“ ‘My parents died while I was a youngster, and I had to shift for myself. I was a long time driving stage, and there were mighty few in these diggings that I didn’t know pretty intimately in those days. The line was owned by Mr. Milton Davis, and was from Grimsby to Hamilton, and thence to Brantford. George Stult, or ‘Old George’ as we used to call him, was one of the drivers, and I will never forget him. I am sorry to hear that he is dead. Davis’ stage line used to run in connection with Babcock, of Brantford, and there were lots of money in the business for the bosses, but the men fared poorly enough and had great hardships in fall and winter. When I left Hamilton, Stult was driving omnibus for the City Hotel to and from the boats.’
                   AN EXCITING EXPERIENCE
“Looking towards the Bay, Mr. Gaffney said : ‘The last time I was on that sheet of water, I had a little experience which almost made my hair stand up straight. I was in my 18th year, and shipped on the steamer Clyde, mastered by Capt. John Williams, of Oakville, as brave a seaman as ever lived. It was April, 1839, and we had unloaded at Kingston and set out light (with the exception of a few tons of stone we took on for ballast) for Hamilton. We hadn’t got out many miles when the Clyde was struck by a nor’easter, which continued during the night, accompanied with snow, and the boat was driven with such fury before the wind, and everything on board was in such confusion, that the captain or anybody else on board didn’t know where they were, farther than the fact that the were battling with one of the most fearful blows that was ever experienced on Ontario. Lights were finally sighted, which proved to be those on the streets of Toronto, and the Clyde was inside the harbor without her sailors knowing it. Then they put off for Hamilton, the wind still blowing desperately and the waves rolling mountains high. On entering Burlington Bay, it was a race between our vessel and the Elinore from Port Dalhousie, as to which should enter the place first. The Clyde had a few moments the advantage, and safely entered the canal and passed through into the bay. The Elinore was not so fortunate. A terrible sea was running, and as she entered the mouth of the canal, her bow was carried around by the force of the water, and struck a corner of the pier. The next wave carried her up further, and she broke completely in two, and the captain and crew were, with difficulty, rescued. The Clyde hove to and we watched the Elinore going to pieces. It was an awful but grand sight. A few minutes after, the Shannon, mastered by Dan McDonald, came along and had her boom and mainsail carried off by contact with the wreck of the Elinore, which, however, did not remain over water two hours after striking the pier.
“ ‘I went on to Galena, Ill, and there abandoned a sailor’s life. This was my first and last experience in that line. At Galena, I shipped with Van Amburgh’s circus and menagerie, commencing as groom. I drove that great showman’s first den of performing lions, tigers and leopards. Was connected with Van Amburgh’s many years. In 1864, I began to practice with the mannon balls, and since then have made the handling of these a specialty, as you will see by this, my latest press notice from the mOntreal Post’
“So saying, Mr. Gaffney showed the reporter a clipping which spoke in the most flattering terms of his sbilities in his particular line of business.
“Mr. Gaffney says he will not rest content until he returns to Hamilton and Dundas and seeks out some of the friends of his childhood.”


“Away Back in the Thirties : Return of a Dundas Youth Grown Into Muscular Manhood : The Modern Hercules : Reminiscences of Stage-Driving in the Niagara Peninsula”

Hamilton Times.  December  03, 1883






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