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Go with me to the great river Mississippi. It is the longest river in the world. A line that would measure it would just reach to the centre of the earth,—in other words, it is four thousand miles in length. Go with me to this majestic river. I do not wish you to travel to its source; only as far up as Point Coupée, about three hundred miles from its mouth. There we shall stop for a while—a very short while—for we have a long journey to make. Our route lies to the far west—over the great prairies of Texas; and from Point Coupée we shall take our departure.

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Go with me to the great river Mississippi. It is the longest river in the world.A line that would measure it would just reach to the centre of the earth,—inother words, it is four thousand miles in length. Go with me to this majesticriver.I do not wish you to travel to its source; only as far up as Point Coupée,about three hundred miles from its mouth. There we shall stop for a while—avery short while—for we have a long journey to make. Our route lies to thefar west—over the great prairies of Texas; and from Point Coupée we shalltake our departure.There is a village at Point Coupée—a quaint, old, French-looking village builtof wood. In point of fact it is a French village; for it was one of the earliestsettlements of that people, who, with the Spaniards, were the first colonistsof Western America. Hence we find, to this day, French and Spanish people,with French and Spanish names and customs, all through the Mississippivalley and the regions that lie west of it.We have not much to do with these things at present, and very little to sayof Point Coupée, more than we have already said. Our subject is an oddlooking house that, many years ago, stood upon the western bank of theriver, about a mile below the village. I say it stood there many years ago;but it is very likely that it is still standing, as it was a firm, well-built house,of hewn logs, carefully chinked, and plastered between the chinks with runlime. It was roofed with cedar shingles that projected at the eaves, so as tocast off the rain, and keep the walls dry. It was what in that country is calleda “double house,”—that is, a large passage ran across the middle of it,through which you might have driven a wagon loaded with hay. This passagewas roofed and ceiled, like the rest of the house, and floored with strongplanks. The flooring, elevated a foot above the surface of the ground,projected several feet in front of the passage, where carved uprights ofcedar-wood supported a light roof, forming a porch or verandah. Aroundthese uprights, and upon the railing that shut in the verandah, clung vines,rose-bushes, and convolvulus plants, that at certain seasons of the yearwere clustered over with beautiful flowers.

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Go with me to the great river Mississippi. It is the longest river in the world.A line that would measure it would just reach to the centre of the earth,—inother words, it is four thousand miles in length. Go with me to this majesticriver.I do not wish you to travel to its source; only as far up as Point Coupée,about three hundred miles from its mouth. There we shall stop for a while—avery short while—for we have a long journey to make. Our route lies to thefar west—over the great prairies of Texas; and from Point Coupée we shalltake our departure.There is a village at Point Coupée—a quaint, old, French-looking village builtof wood. In point of fact it is a French village; for it was one of the earliestsettlements of that people, who, with the Spaniards, were the first colonistsof Western America. Hence we find, to this day, French and Spanish people,with French and Spanish names and customs, all through the Mississippivalley and the regions that lie west of it.We have not much to do with these things at present, and very little to sayof Point Coupée, more than we have already said. Our subject is an oddlooking house that, many years ago, stood upon the western bank of theriver, about a mile below the village. I say it stood there many years ago;but it is very likely that it is still standing, as it was a firm, well-built house,of hewn logs, carefully chinked, and plastered between the chinks with runlime. It was roofed with cedar shingles that projected at the eaves, so as tocast off the rain, and keep the walls dry. It was what in that country is calleda “double house,”—that is, a large passage ran across the middle of it,through which you might have driven a wagon loaded with hay. This passagewas roofed and ceiled, like the rest of the house, and floored with strongplanks. The flooring, elevated a foot above the surface of the ground,projected several feet in front of the passage, where carved uprights ofcedar-wood supported a light roof, forming a porch or verandah. Aroundthese uprights, and upon the railing that shut in the verandah, clung vines,rose-bushes, and convolvulus plants, that at certain seasons of the yearwere clustered over with beautiful flowers.

Go with me to the great river Mississippi. It is the longest river in the world. A line that would measure it would just reach to the centre of the earth,—in other words, it is four thousand miles in length. Go with me to this majestic river. I do not wish you to travel to its source; only as far up as Point Coupée, about three hundred miles from its mouth. There we shall stop for a while—a very short while—for we have a long journey to make. Our route lies to the far west—over the great prairies of Texas; and from Point Coupée we shall take our departure. There is a village at Point Coupée—a quaint, old, French-looking village built of wood. In point of fact it is a French village; for it was one of the earliest settlements of that people, who, with the Spaniards, were the first colonists of Western America. Hence we find, to this day, French and Spanish people, with French and Spanish names and customs, all through the Mississippi valley and the regions that lie west of it. We have not much to do with these things at present, and very little to say of Point Coupée, more than we have already said. Our subject is an oddlooking house that, many years ago, stood upon the western bank of the river, about a mile below the village. I say it stood there many years ago; but it is very likely that it is still standing, as it was a firm, well-built house, of hewn logs, carefully chinked, and plastered between the chinks with runlime. It was roofed with cedar shingles that projected at the eaves, so as to cast off the rain, and keep the walls dry. It was what in that country is called a “double house,”—that is, a large passage ran across the middle of it, through which you might have driven a wagon loaded with hay. This passage was roofed and ceiled, like the rest of the house, and floored with strong planks. The flooring, elevated a foot above the surface of the ground, projected several feet in front of the passage, where carved uprights of cedar-wood supported a light roof, forming a porch or verandah. Around these uprights, and upon the railing that shut in the verandah, clung vines, rose-bushes, and convolvulus plants, that at certain seasons of the year were clustered over with beautiful flowers.

Go with me to the great river Mississippi. It is the longest river in the world. A line that would measure it would just reach to the centre of the earth,—in other words, it is four thousand miles in length. Go with me to this majestic river. I do not wish you to travel to its source; only as far up as Point Coupée, about three hundred miles from its mouth. There we shall stop for a while—a very short while—for we have a long journey to make. Our route lies to the far west—over the great prairies of Texas; and from Point Coupée we shall take our departure.

Go with me to the great river Mississippi. It is the longest river in the world. A line that would measure it would just reach to the centre of the earth,—in other words, it is four thousand miles in length. Go with me to this majestic river. I do not wish you to travel to its source; only as far up as Point Coupée, about three hundred miles from its mouth. There we shall stop for a while—a very short while—for we have a long journey to make. Our route lies to the far west—over the great prairies of Texas; and from Point Coupée we shall take our departure. There is a village at Point Coupée—a quaint, old, French-looking village built of wood. In point of fact it is a French village; for it was one of the earliest settlements of that people, who, with the Spaniards, were the first colonists of Western America. Hence we find, to this day, French and Spanish people, with French and Spanish names and customs, all through the Mississippi valley and the regions that lie west of it.

Go with me to the great river Mississippi. It is the longest river in the world.A line that would measure it would just reach to the centre of the earth,—inother words, it is four thousand miles in length. Go with me to this majesticriver.I do not wish you to travel to its source; only as far up as Point Coupée,about three hundred miles from its mouth. There we shall stop for a while—avery short while—for we have a long journey to make. Our route lies to thefar west—over the great prairies of Texas; and from Point Coupée we shalltake our departure.There is a village at Point Coupée—a quaint, old, French-looking village builtof wood. In point of fact it is a French village; for it was one of the earliestsettlements of that people, who, with the Spaniards, were the first colonistsof Western America. Hence we find, to this day, French and Spanish people,with French and Spanish names and customs, all through the Mississippivalley and the regions that lie west of it.We have not much to do with these things at present, and very little to sayof Point Coupée, more than we have already said. Our subject is an oddlooking house that, many years ago, stood upon the western bank of theriver, about a mile below the village. I say it stood there many years ago;but it is very likely that it is still standing, as it was a firm, well-built house,of hewn logs, carefully chinked, and plastered between the chinks with runlime. It was roofed with cedar shingles that projected at the eaves, so as tocast off the rain, and keep the walls dry. It was what in that country is calleda “double house,”—that is, a large passage ran across the middle of it,through which you might have driven a wagon loaded with hay. This passagewas roofed and ceiled, like the rest of the house, and floored with strongplanks. The flooring, elevated a foot above the surface of the ground,projected several feet in front of the passage, where carved uprights ofcedar-wood supported a light roof, forming a porch or verandah. Aroundthese uprights, and upon the railing that shut in the verandah, clung vines,rose-bushes, and convolvulus plants, that at certain seasons of the yearwere clustered over with beautiful flowers.

Go with me to the great river Mississippi. It is the longest river in the world. A line that would measure it would just reach to the centre of the earth,—in other words, it is four thousand miles in length. Go with me to this majestic river. I do not wish you to travel to its source; only as far up as Point Coupée, about three hundred miles from its mouth. There we shall stop for a while—a very short while—for we have a long journey to make. Our route lies to the far west—over the great prairies of Texas; and from Point Coupée we shall take our departure. There is a village at Point Coupée—a quaint, old, French-looking village built of wood. In point of fact it is a French village; for it was one of the earliest settlements of that people, who, with the Spaniards, were the first colonists of Western America. Hence we find, to this day, French and Spanish people, with French and Spanish names and customs, all through the Mississippi valley and the regions that lie west of it. We have not much to do with these things at present, and very little to say of Point Coupée, more than we have already said. Our subject is an oddlooking house that, many years ago, stood upon the western bank of the river, about a mile below the village. I say it stood there many years ago; but it is very likely that it is still standing, as it was a firm, well-built house, of hewn logs, carefully chinked, and plastered between the chinks with runlime. It was roofed with cedar shingles that projected at the eaves, so as to cast off the rain, and keep the walls dry. It was what in that country is called a “double house,”—that is, a large passage ran across the middle of it, through which you might have driven a wagon loaded with hay. This passage was roofed and ceiled, like the rest of the house, and floored with strong planks. The flooring, elevated a foot above the surface of the ground, projected several feet in front of the passage, where carved uprights of cedar-wood supported a light roof, forming a porch or verandah. Around these uprights, and upon the railing that shut in the verandah, clung vines, rose-bushes, and convolvulus plants, that at certain seasons of the year were clustered over with beautiful flowers.