I saw a trapper once who had been thar, an' he said you could be jest ez lazy an' sleepy ez you wished an' nobody would blame you--they kinder look upon it ez the right thing, an' that suits me.

He said them Spaniards an' French had orange trees about.

You could lay in your bed, reach a han' out o' the window, pull an orange off the tree, suck it, an' then go back to sleep without ever havin' disturbed the cover.

I never seed an orange, but I know it's nice." The same day they rowed the boat a few miles up a small but deep and very clear river that emptied into the Mississippi from the east.

Their object was to fish, the greater river itself being too muddy for the succulent kind that they wished.