“And we ever want to roam from there, you and me, we’ll walk down to the river, and I will say to you, Pearlamina, we can make us a raft someday and set it in the water and let the drift carry it down through all this wilderness. We’ll see red men on a hundred banks, we’ll see beasts come down to the water to drink, we’ll lie on the raft and watch the stars and moon change and hold to one another to be safe with one another, and come at last to Frenchmen’s country, to a town called New Orleans.”
