I found Captain McCord there, and said, as pleasantly as my humor would permit-- 'I have come to say good-bye, captain.

I wish to go ashore at Napoleon.' 'Go ashore where ?' 'Napoleon.' The captain laughed; but seeing that I was not in a jovial mood, stopped that and said-- 'But are you serious ?' 'Serious?
I certainly am.' The captain glanced up at the pilot-house and said-- 'He wants to get off at Napoleon!' 'Napoleon ?' 'That's what he says.' 'Great Caesar's ghost!' Uncle Mumford approached along the deck.

The captain said-- 'Uncle, here's a friend of yours wants to get off at Napoleon!' 'Well, by -- - ?' I said-- 'Come, what is all this about?
Can't a man go ashore at Napoleon if he wants to ?' 'Why, hang it, don't you know?
There ISN'T any Napoleon any more.

Hasn't been for years and years.

The Arkansas River burst through it, tore it all to rags, and emptied it into the Mississippi!' 'Carried the WHOLE town away ?-banks, churches, jails, newspaper-offices, court-house, theater, fire department, livery stable EVERYTHING ?' 'Everything.