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Updated: May 19, 2025
'Tis not f'r th' likes iv me, now that age has crept into me bones an' whitened th' head iv me. Divvle take th' rheumatics! An' to think iv me twinty years ago cuttin' capers like a bally dancer, whin th' Desplaines backed up an' th' pee-raires was covered with ice fr'm th' mills to Riverside.
This report recommended that "an ample channel be created from Chicago to the Illinois River, sufficient to carry away in a diluted state the sewage of a large population. That this channel may be enlarged by the State or national government to any requirement of navigation or water supply for the whole river, creating incidentally a great water power in the Desplaines valley."
The almost innumerable packing cases and chests containing the duffle, ammunition, armament and the sections of the Golden Eagle were scattered about the little "compound" or garden of M. Desplaines' residence, having been brought ashore overnight by a crew of Kroomen.
M. Desplaines invited the party to lunch at his house but as may be imagined they did not eat much. Each was in too much of a hurry to ascertain if the fisherman had not returned. Immediately the meal was dispatched, therefore, they hastened out into the street and here they encountered a strange scene.
The Kroomen the boys engaged would take them to that point would then be abandoned, as they refused to go far from the coast. Such was the outline of M. Desplaines' conversation with the travelers.
"I am contemplating a trip into the interior via the Bia River and came to you to see if you could arrange transportation." M. Desplaines looked at the boys.
"Those boats are from Barr's yacht," cried Frank. "So they are," cried M. Desplaines, "and from some of these men perhaps we shall be able to hear what has happened." It was an easy matter to get the story from the crew. The only trouble was they all wanted to talk at once. Bit by bit, however, the boys got the story and learned that the Brigand was sinking with a big hole in her bottom.
"So you came after all," said Frank, turning to him, after a bend in the, river had hidden the waving Mr. Desplaines from sight and they were settling down in the launch. "Sikaso see in the smoke I come I come. If I see in smoke I no come I no come," remarked the Krooman. "He's traveling light anyhow," remarked Billy.
"The mouth of a subterranean river I guess," replied Frank. "I have read of such things." "But why didn't Desplaines warn us of our danger," said Harry bitterly, "if we ever get out of this I shall tell him my opinion of him pretty strongly. We might have been killed and we may yet." "He did warn us," replied Frank calmly. "He did?" "Yes." "I should like to know when?" "When we shoved off."
"Them's de mos' good fur nuffingest niggahs I ever did see," remarked Mr. Rastus Johnson that was his name with undisguised contempt. Nevertheless by noon the canoes had all been leaded and the farewells to the kind M. Desplaines and his family said.
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