I had been waiting several days for her, purposing to return to St.Louis in her.

The captain and I joined a party of ladies and gentlemen, guests of Major Wood, and went down the river fifty-four miles, in a swift tug, to ex-Governor Warmouth's sugar plantation.

Strung along below the city, were a number of decayed, ram- shackly, superannuated old steamboats, not one of which had I ever seen before.

They had all been built, and worn out, and thrown aside, since I was here last.

This gives one a realizing sense of the frailness of a Mississippi boat and the briefness of its life.
Six miles below town a fat and battered brick chimney, sticking above the magnolias and live-oaks, was pointed out as the monument erected by an appreciative nation to celebrate the battle of New Orleans--Jackson's victory over the British, January 8, 1815.