Abbie Johnston Grosvenor, Strange Stories of the Great River…
“ Anthony's gray eyes were always hunting for unusual sights."What is that?" he whispered to the Sieur de Bienville on the homeward way as some heavy creature like a huge water-rat stirred among the roots of a tree hidden under the bank."Paddle nearer, Tony. Faster! It may be a wounded man."It was a coureur de bois, not hurt in body, but so frightened that his state was pitiful."The Natchez murdered my two companions days and days ago," he screamed, in hysterical relief, when he found that he was rescued from his slimy cave by men of his own nation. ”
