"Is there any way a fellow can get across from Lake Michigan into the

Mississippi River?" demanded Lafitte, who was of a practical turn of

mind: and on the map I showed him all the old trails of the fur

traders, explorers and adventurers, French and English, who had

discovered our America long ago; whereat their eyes kindled and their

tongues went dumb.

At last, I told them we must to our hammocks; and soon our bloody band

was deep in sleep. At least, so much might have been said for Lafitte

and L'Olonnois. Alone of the band of sea rovers myself, Black Bart,

sat musing by the fire, the head of my friend, Partial, in my lap.




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