e that we are all of fifty miles from New Orleans. Do
you intend to run after dark, Alick?"

"Why not?" I asked, somewhat surprised at the question.

"I don't think it is quite prudent to do so. The river is very high,
and I would rather see where we are going than go on in the dark,"
answered Washburn.

"The river is over a mile wide, and too deep for snags and sawyers."

"It is cloudy now, and it will be very dark. We don't run by courses
here, and we may get into trouble in some way, though I confess I can't
see how."

"We shall get to New Orleans by midnight," I added.

"What good will it do to get there by midnight? As we approach the city
there will be something to be seen, but our passengers can't see it in
the night. If I understand the matter, we are in no hurry, and it makes
no difference whether we get in to-night or to-morrow noon."

"I think you are right, Washburn; at any rate it is best to be on the
safe side. We will keep on as far as we can while we have the light,
and then we will look out for a good place to tie up for the night," I
answered.

I had hardly come to a decision before we saw a large body floating
down the river. We could not make out what it was at first. A bend of
the river swept it over to the side on which we were sailing, and
Washburn headed out for the middle to avoid it. We soon ascertained
that it was an old flatboat, such as come down the great river with a
cargo of coal, lumber, grain, or other merchandise, and is then broken
up, because it will not pay its cost to take it back to the point from
which it started.

The flatboat came down the stream broadside to, though we saw it make
two or three whirls as it advanced. It had evidently broken loose from
its moorings at or near the city, and was on its way to the gulf on its
own account. After passing the bend, the current began to carry it out
into the middle of the river, and we were obliged to sheer off again to
avoid a collision with it. I breathed easier when I saw it astern of
the Sylvania.

"I should not like to make that thing out, close aboard of us in the
dark," said Washburn.

"Would you like to have it drift against you while moored to the
shore?" I asked.

"I should not; but that would be better than hitting it with full steam
on. But we must haul up in the right place. We needn't choose a place
where the current sets against the shore, as it does at a bend. I
should haul her up on the other side of th