Lafcadio Hearn 
Chita: A Memory of Last Island 

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. 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.