If their food supplies gave out there was the forest swarming with game, and they knew that it swarmed in the same fashion all the way down to New Orleans.

They would camp at sunset three or four miles from the Spaniards, keeping watch the night through, and in the morning it was easy enough to take up the trail of Alvarez and his men, which, to their experienced eyes, was like a high road leading through the forest.
One evening just as the sun was setting Henry parted some twining bushes and looked over a cliff.

The others came to his side and they, too, looked as he was looking.
At their very feet lay the mighty Mississippi.

They had seen it before, but it was never so impressive as now.

Great at any time it was in spring flood, rolling a vast, yellow current down toward the Gulf.