Cease Firing

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. It had rained and rained. All the swamps were up, the bayous overflowing. The tiger, too, was out; now here, now there. That other tiger, War, was abroad, and he aided in breaking levees. On the Mississippi Side, on the Louisiana side, bottom lands were brim ming. Cottonwood, red gum, china trees, cypress and pine stood up, drenched and dismal, from amber Sheets and eddies, specked with foam. The clouds hung dark and low. There was a small, chill, mournful wind. The roads, trampled and scored by eighteen months Of war, were little, if any, better than no roads.