Strange True Stories of Louisiana

dren that I write this journey. I shall be well satisfied if I ca

nd announced that he counted on leaving us again in four or five days to go to Attakapas. He had long been speaking of going there. Papa and mamma were German, and papa loved to travel. When he first came to Louisiana it was with no expectation of

e always-always. She was the daughter next older than I. She barely missed being a boy. She was eighteen years of age, went hunting with our father, was skillful with a gun, and swam like a fish. Papa called her "my son." You must understand the two boys were respectively but two years and three months old, and papa, who greatly desired a son

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y sister-blonde, where Suzanne was dark; timid, even cowardly, while she had the hardihood and courage of a young lioness

. I have a foolish terror of Indians, and a more reasonable one for man-eaters. But papa and Suzanne mocked at

o nothing by themselves, but must have a domestic to dress and undress them. Especially in traveling, where one had to take clothes out of trunks and put them back again, assistance became an absolute necessity. Think, then, of our

I beg of you," cried Suzanne,

e. "If you will listen in silence, I wil

he trip he had made to New Orleans; how he had there found means to put into ex