If we are sent to Lake Pontchartrain or Ship Island, we should be a long way off our course at that time," added Christy, as he broke the seal of the envelope.

"Neither Lake Pontchartrain nor the Mississippi.

We are ordered to Barataria Bay, where a steamer is loading with cotton." "I did not believe a little vessel like the Bronx would be sent up the river," said Mr.Flint, when the commander had read the paper.
"Barataria Bay--that locality is noted for something in history, isn't it, captain ?" "Perhaps you have never read 'Lafitte, the Pirate of the Gulf;' but this bay was his famous resort," said Christy, smiling.

"It was formerly quite as noted as a resort for smugglers, and Lafitte was more a smuggler than a pirate in this region.

He was six feet two inches in height, a well educated and handsome man, so that he was a first-class hero for a novel of the dime class," added Christy.
"I believe your late passenger in the cabin knows something about Barataria Bay and its surroundings, for I think I heard the Russian say that he had done some smuggling in this quarter," said Mr.Flint.