Chita: a Memory of Last Island by Lafcadio Hearn
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CHITA : A Memory of Last Island
by Lafcadio Hearn "But Nature whistled with all her winds, Did as she pleased, and went her way." ---Emerson To my friend Dr. Rodolfo Matas of New Orleans The Legend of L'Ile Derniere I. Travelling south from New Orleans to the Islands, you pass through a strange land into a strange sea, by various winding waterways. You can journey to the Gulf by lugger if you please; but the trip may be made much more rapidly and agreeably on some one of those light, narrow steamers, built especially for bayou-travel, which usually receive passengers at a point not far from the foot of old Saint-Louis Street, hard by the sugar-landing, where there is ever a pushing and flocking of steam craft--all striving for place to rest their white breasts |
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