Chapter 14: New Orleans

They sailed and rowed steadily on for several days. Once or twice they saw canoes or boats containing white men, who regarded them curiously, but none approached. They inferred that they were now very near New Orleans, and all the five were alert with anticipation. Besides the accomplishment of their great task, they were about to visit a metropolis, a seat of government, a city of eight or ten thousand people, commanding the road to the heart of the North American continent, swarming with many races, and destined, as all the world then believed, to be the largest place in either America. It is no wonder that the bosoms of the five throbbed with curiosity, and that they looked forward to strange and varied sights.

“Now, Jim,” said Shif’less Sol in a warning tone to Long Jim, “I’ve got advice to give you. I wuz in a big town once. I told you about that time I went to Baltimore when I wuz a little boy, an’ so I’m fit to tell you how to behave. New Or-lee-yuns ain’t like the woods, Jim. Don’t you be too handy with your gun. Ef you see a man follerin’ along behind you ez ef he wuz trailin’ you, don’t you up an’ take a shot at him. Like ez not he’s about his business, only it happens to be in the same direction that you’re goin’. An’, Jim, don’t you go to gittin’ dizzy, through seein’ so many people about. Mebbe you don’t think thar will be sech a crowd, but you’ll believe it when you see it.”

“Sol Hyde,” rejoined Long Jim indignantly, “I’m sorry New Or-lee-yuns ain’t right at the sea, ‘cause the sea is salt, so I’ve heard, an’ then ef I wuz to dip you in it three or four times it would do you a pow’ful lot uv good. Salt is shorely mighty helpful in the curin’ up uv fresh things.”

“There goes another of those canoes,” said Paul, “but I can’t tell whether it’s a white man or an Indian in it.”

“It’s a white man,” said Henry, “but I fancy it’s a West Indian Frenchman or Spaniard. I’ve heard that some of them are as dark as Indians.”

“Time to think ‘bout tyin’ up for the dark,” said Tom Ross. “We might go on all night, but we need to save our strength fur to-morrow. What do you say to that little cove over thar on the west bank, Henry?”

“Looks as if it would be the right place,” replied Henry, “and it is certainly time to stop. The sun seems to go down faster here than it does In Kentucky.”

The twilight was spreading swiftly over the arch from west to east as they entered the cove and tied “The Galleon” to a live oak. Paul leaped joyfully ashore, glad to stretch his limbs again. The others quickly followed, and they set about gathering wood to build a fire. They were out of the Indian country now and they had no need to be cautious.

Paul bestirred himself looking for brushwood. Presently he found at the edge of the water a dead bough which was long enough to be broken into several sticks of convenient length. He picked it up, and for the purpose of breaking it brought it down heavily on a large brown log lying in the mud near the water.

To Paul’s amazement and horror, the big brown log got into action at either end. One end, in the shape of a tail, whipped around at him, barely missing him, and the other end, splitting itself horizontally in half, revealed huge jaws lined with terrible teeth. Paul sprang back with a cry, and Henry, who was near, rifle in hand, fired a ball into the monster’s brain. The big brown log, that was no log, turned partially over and died.

“An alligator,” said Henry, “I’ve heard of them, but this is the first that I’ve ever seen.”

“I’ve heard of them, too,” said Paul, “but I never thought I’d walk almost into the mouth of one without knowing it.”

Shif’less Sol had his grievance, too. “Now that’s another o’ the ways o’ this here southern country!” he exclaimed in a pained tone, “A big, hungry, wild animal, tryin’ to pass itself off ez, an old dead log. Up in Kentucky, a good honest bear, or even a sneakin’ panther, would be ashamed to look you in the face after tryin’ to play sech a low-down trick on a man.”

“It is certainly a hideous brute,” said Paul.

“I’m thinkin’ that we’d better build our fire big,” said Long Jim. “I don’t want to wake up in the mornin’ an’ find myself devoured by an alligator, jest when I wuz about to reach the great town uv New Or-lee-yuns.”

But they were not molested that night by either man or animal, and the next day, watchful and surcharged with interest, they approached New Orleans, which was bulking so large to them. The river looped out into a crescent and narrowed greatly. As they came to the city, the Mississippi did not seem to them to be more than a third of a mile wide, but they knew that it was extremely deep.

But there, snugly within the crescent, lay New Orleans, a town enclosed within palisaded fortifications that faced the levee for about a thousand yards, and that ran back perhaps half as far. The levee was lined with vessels. Already New Orleans was famous for shipping, and they saw the flags of many nations. Schooners there were and brigs and brigantines, and barks and barkentines, and other craft from Europe and the West Indies and South America. Near the shore was a great, high ship, from which the red and yellow flag of Spain fluttered in more than one place, while the muzzles of cannon protruded from her wooden sides.

“That’s an armed galleon,” said Paul.

“She’s a big ship an’ she’s got lots o’ men on her,” said Shif’less Sol, “but I wouldn’t trade our gall-yun fur her.”

“No, our boat suits us best,” said Henry.

They saw about them on the river many small craft like their own, ships, boats, canoes, barges, dug-outs, and other kinds, manned by white men, red men, yellow men, and brown men. They heard strange cries in foreign tongues, and now and then the sound of a trumpet blown at one of the forts in the palisaded wall. Officers in brilliant uniforms appeared on the levee.

The eyes of Long Jim Hart opened wider and wider.

“It shorely is a big town,” he said. “Sol, I’d been thinkin’ that you an’ Paul wuz tellin’ a good deal that ain’t, but I reckon it’s the truth. The world has a lot more people than I thought it had. I’m pow’ful glad I came.”

They turned “The Galleon” toward the levee, and an officer in a boat pulled by four uniformed oarsmen hailed them in Spanish, which none of them understood.

“Must be a harbor master or something of that kind,” said Henry.

They brought “The Galleon” to a stop, and the other boat came alongside. The officer in the bow was a Catalan, richly dressed, and small, but with a thin, alert face. He looked at the five with as much curiosity as they looked at him. Secretly he admired their splendid shoulders and chests, and their obvious strength. He was acute enough, too, to guess whence they came. Lieutenant Diégo Bernal had not been two years in New Orleans for nothing.

“You come from Kaintock?” he said in fair and not unfriendly English.

“Yes,” replied Henry, “we are all the way from Kentucky, and we have an important message for the Governor General, Bernardo Galvez. Can you tell us how to reach him?”

Lieutenant Diégo Bernal glanced at “The Galleon,” which was obviously of Spanish build, but he was a shrewd officer who would make his way in the world and he knew that many strange things passed inspection in this great Franco-Spanish metropolis of New Orleans.

“His Excellency, the Governor General,” he replied, “is now at his house at the corner of Toulouse street and Rue de la Levee, but it is too late for you to see him to-day. To-morrow morning you may secure audience with him if you have the important message that you say.”

The five disregarded the ironical tone in his voice. They were good enough judges of character to surmise that Lieutenant Diégo Bernal, whose name and career were unknown to them, did not care a particle how they had come into possession of the boat which was so obviously of Spanish build. There was no advantage to him in asking too many questions, and he calmly waved them to a landing.

They pulled in and tied their boat to the levee, while men and women, white, yellow, brown, and black, and all the colors between, stood about and looked at the giants from Kaintock, where people were reported to be of such extraordinary size and ferocity, and where they certainly were, as their own eyes could tell them, of uncommon height and strength, even boys such as they saw Henry and Paul to be.

While the five were engaged in this task, rabbais, or peddling merchants, some Provençals and some Catalans came to sell them goods, which they carried in coffin-shaped vehicles pushed before them. They had wares, mostly small articles from Spain and France and the West Indies. Colored women carrying immense cans of milk or coffee on their heads passed by or lingered in hope of a sale. Others were calling for sale callas and cakes tous chauds in monotonous, drawling voices. Negresses, also, were trying to sell belles chandelles, which were dirty candles made from green myrtle wax, the chief light then sold in the city.

The five understood the gestures of this rabble, although not their words, and waved them away, not caring to buy anything.

“Keep cool, Jim! keep cool!” said Shif’less Sol. “Don’t shoot. They don’t want to kill you; they jest want to rob you.”

“Depends on what they want to rob me uv,” replied Long Jim with a grin. “I never had more’n ten shillin’s at one time in my life, an’ I’ve got a purty strong grip on my rifle an’ the clothes that I hev on.”

“I think we’d better go ashore an’ do a little scoutin’,” said Tom Ross. “It’s always well to know the groun’ on which you’re goin’ to act.”

“No doubt of it, Tom,” said Henry, “and we’ll all go together.”

They had a little money of English coinage which was taken readily in cosmopolitan New Orleans, and with two shillings they hired a levee watchman, whom they judged they could trust, to look after “The Galleon.” Then, rifle on shoulder, they entered the fortified city by the gate called Chemin des Tchoupitoulas. Spain, officially at least, was the friend of the colonies and the enemy of England, and the sentinels at the gate readily passed them after a few questions.

Here they asked again for the Governor General, Bernardo Galvez, and the statement of Lieutenant Diégo Bernal that he could not be seen was confirmed. He had arrived only a few hours before from a two days’ expedition down the river, and was now immersed in important papers that had awaited his coming.

They saw the Governor General’s house, a one-story building fronting the river with a gallery on one side, gardens on the other, and kitchen and outbuildings behind. They looked longingly at it, as they desired very much to see Bernardo Galvez at once. But presently they passed on into the Place d’Armes, a wide open space used as a review ground. At the very moment they entered it a company of Spanish soldiers were going through their evolutions, and, after the fashion of to-day, children and their dark-faced nurses were watching them. The five did not think much of the soldiers, who seemed to them to be dwarfed and without zeal.

“Ef ever Kentucky comes down the long river,” said Shif’less Sol, “it will take bigger men than these to hold her back.”

Paul’s gaze wandered from the soldiers, and he saw in a corner of the Place d’Armes a great wooden gallows that made him shudder. It was a gallows very often used, too, and any one could have pointed out to Paul the spot in the middle of the Place d’Armes where five gallant French gentlemen, among the best citizens of New Orleans, had been shot not long before for planning to throw off the rule of Spain and make Louisiana a free republic.

They strolled on, still filled with curiosity and gratifying it. They saw many buildings that surpassed anything hitherto in their experience, the brick parish church, on the site of which the Cathedral of St. Louis was afterwards built, the arsenal, the jail, and the house of the Capuchins, who had lately triumphed over the Jesuits. The largest building of all that they saw was the convent of the Ursuline Nuns, standing in the city square on the river front, and this was, in fact, the largest building in New Orleans.

While there were many houses of brick, the cheaper were of cypress wood, and the sidewalks were only four or five feet wide, with a wooden drain for a gutter. There was no paving of the streets, which, now deep in dust, would turn to quagmires when the rain came. At long intervals were wooden posts with projecting arms from which hung oil lamps, to be lighted when nightfall came.

Long Jim uttered an exclamation of disgust, and gripped his nose firmly between the thumb and forefinger of his right hand.

“I never smelt sech smells afore in all my life,” he said, pointing to the heaps of garbage scattered about. “A big town like this here is pow’ful interestin’, but it ain’t clean. Paul, remember them great forests up thar in Kentucky an’ across the Ohio! Remember how clean an’ nice the ground is! Remember all them big, fine, friendly trees, millions an’ millions uv ‘em! Remember all them nice little springs uv clean, cold water, clear enough to be lookin’ glasses, one, an’ sometimes more, every three or four hundred yards! Remember all them nice smells uv the wild flowers, an’ the trees, an’ the grass, an’ me settin’ at the foot uv the biggest tree uv ‘em all, cookin’ on a roarin’ fire, fat, juicy buffaler an’ deer steaks fur you fellers!”

“I remember,” replied Paul smiling. “I remember it all, and I do believe, Jim, that you are homesick for the woods.”

“Not homesick eggzackly, but I jest want to say that a big town like this kin be mighty interestin’, but after I’ve seed it, give me back our own clean woods.”

“I believe I agree with you, Jim,” said Paul thoughtfully.

They strolled back into the Place d’Armes, where the review was still in progress, and where more people were gathering. The women were bare-headed, and generally wore a short round skirt, and long basque like overgarments, the two invariably of different, but bright, colors. All of them wore much ribbon and jewelry, but, as a rule, they were too dark of countenance to suit the ideas of the five concerning feminine beauty. At rare intervals, however, they saw a girl with light hair and light eyes and light complexion, and all these were really handsome.