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Altsheler, Joseph A. (Joseph Alexander), 1862-1919

"The Free Rangers A Story of the Early Days Along the Mississippi"

It looks more nateral. Uv
course it wuz Braxton Wyatt or some other tool uv that wicked Spaniard,
Alvarez."
Early the next morning the five, after hiring the same watchman to care
again for their boat, went to the house of the Governor General, the
large, low building at the corner of Toulouse Street and Rue de la Levee.
Early as they were they were not the first to arrive.
A tall man, neatly dressed in a fine brown suit with fine, snow-white,
puffed linen, silver-buckled shoes, and hair, tied in a powdered queue,
stood on the veranda. He had a frank, open face, and the rive knew at once
that he was an American. Had not his appearance proclaimed his
nationality, his speech would have done it for him.
"Good morning," he exclaimed, cheerily, "you are the gentlemen from
Kentucky who arrived yesterday? Yes, you must be! All New Orleans has
heard of the feat of strength and dexterity, performed by one of you last
night in Monsieur Gilibert's Inn of Henri Quatre! And he who did it could
be none other than you, my friend!"
He looked fixedly and admiringly at Henry, and the youth blushed under his
tan.
"It was merely done to stop an annoyance," he said. "I did not mean to
make any display."
The prepossessing stranger laughed.


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