Chita: A Memory of Last Island #228454

Panting, screaming, scraping her bot tom over the sand-bars, — all day the little steamer strives to reach the grand blaze of blue Open water below the marsh-lands; and perhaps she may be fortunate enough to enter the Gulf about the time of sun set. For the sake of passengers, she trav els by day only; but there are other ves sels which make the journey also by night — threading the bayou-labyrinths winter6 Cfiz'ta: A Memory of Last Island.