Up the River; or, Yachting on the MississippiOptic, Oliver
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Up the River; or, Yachting on the Mississippi
Optic, Oliver
Mississippi River -- Juvenile fiction; Yachts -- Juvenile fiction
In this mud, which forms the bars at the mouth of the river, vessels
drawing from sixteen to twenty feet ground; but their keels are driven
through it by strong tugs, or even by the winds acting on the sails.
The State of Louisiana has to look out for its levees almost as
carefully as Holland does for its dikes. Millions have been spent on
them, and every year requires additional expenditures to keep them in
repair. Even New Orleans is four feet below high-water mark, as well as
much of the surrounding country. The levees, created by the deposit of
sediment from the river, and by human labor, are broken through when
the freshets send the water down faster than the flow of the river will
carry it off.
As I have said before, it was now a season of unusually high water. The
country beyond the levees was covered. Sugar, cotton, and rice
plantations were inundated. Occasionally we could see a group of houses
on a knoll, like an island, but a few inches above the level of the
water. In other places we saw dwellings floating, and others still in
their places, but partly submerged. It all looked to me like a region
in which I should not care to live.
"We are leaving the Islander a good way behind us," said Washburn, when
I returned to the pilot-house, after my survey of the surrounding
country.
"She is only about half a mile astern of us," I replied. "I suppose we
shall gain about half a mile an hour on her in this current, when we
drive the Sylvania."
"It is five o'clock in the afternoon," added the mate, glancing at the
clock. "I estimate that we are all of fifty miles from New Orleans. Do
you intend to run after dark, Alick?"
"Why not?" I asked, somewhat surprised at the question.
"I don't think it is quite prudent to do so. The river is very high,
and I would rather see where we are going than go on in the dark,"
answered Washburn.
"The river is over a mile wide, and too deep for snags and sawyers."
"It is cloudy now, and it will be very dark. We don't run by courses
here, and we may get into trouble in some way, though I confess I can't
see how."
"We shall get to New Orleans by midnight," I added.
"What good will it do to get there by midnight? As we approach the city
there will be something to be seen, but our passengers can't see it in
the night. If I understand the matter, we are in no hurry, and it makes
no difference whether we get in to-night or to-morrow noon."
"I think you are right, Washburn; at any rate it is best to be on the
safe side. We will keep on as far as we can while we have the light,
and then we will look out for a good place to tie up for the night," I
answered.
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