At last he decided that there was no use in dallying or he would never get to New Orleans in twenty-four hours; so he shot ahead and let the boat take care of itself.

Before daylight in the morning he heard the roar of a great crevasse that had been formed near Bonnet Carre.

The river bank there had been washed away for about four or five hundred yards and a great volume of water was being swept into the forests and swamps below.
Without much difficulty he passed this dangerous break and at daylight his bugle called the early risers in the village to the river bank.

Here without leaving the water, he got a cup of hot coffee and while he was drinking it, those on the bank informed him that there was a white boat just coming around the bend in the distance, so he concluded to wait for it.

Soon after, Mr.Brown, pulling lazily along, arrived.