"What am I growlin' about, when here's a river, mebbe ten thousand miles long that we know next to nothin' 'bout, an' buffalers an' b'ars an' panthers an' deer to shoot, an' red Injuns to fight ez long ez I live.

After all, we're shorely mighty lucky to live at the time we do, ez I've said before.

Do you think thar'll ever be any times hereafter as interestin' ez ourn, Paul ?" "I can't say," replied Paul with a smile, "but they're not likely to be as interesting to us." They went on their way, and the air became still warmer.

Moreover, it grew heavy and oppressive, and the spring rains were resumed with great violence.

They had worked meanwhile on their tarpaulin, enlarging and strengthening it with skins which they had allowed to dry on the boat, and they rested, sheltered and secure, as they floated along.
Although Frenchmen had gone up and down the river long before, they felt like genuine explorers.