Roundabout Papers

On our journey up the Mississippi, I give you my honor we were on fire three times, and burned our cook room down. The deck at night was a great firework the chimney spouted myriads of stars, which fell blackening on our garments, sparkling onto the deck, or gleaming into the mighty stream through which we labored the mighty yellow stream with all its snags.

 

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