1/34 CHAPTER III. Jackson himself did not impress me when I hunted him out. I found him in a crazy, ramshackle* house down near the bay on the edge of the marsh. Pools of stagnant water stood around the house, their surfaces covered with a green and putrid-looking scum, while the stench that arose from them was intolerable. They invariably paid rent, and, considering the value of such houses, enormous rent, to the landlords. |