Long Jim spoke of it.
"I think I like it better here than at New Or-leeyuns," he said.

"We found some nice Frenchmen an' Spaniards down thar, but the ground feels firmer under my feet here." "The ground feels firmer," said Paul, who had some of the prescience of the seer, "but the skies are no brighter.

They look red to me sometimes, Jim." Tom Ross glanced at Paul and shook his head ominously.

A woodsman, he had his superstitions, and Paul's words weighed upon his mind.

He began to fear a great disaster, and his experienced eye perceived at once the defenseless state of the valley.