Strange Stories of the Great River
THERE is a river so long and wide that it is the pride of our continent; a very Father of Waters. It draws many other streams into its basin and forms the largest drainage system in the world. In early days this Great River was almost unknown. A few savages had paddled their skiffs upon it. Curious tales were told about it. Monsters guarded it. Sorcerers lived in its caverns. Mystic creatures both good and bad swam through its rapids. After the New World was discovered some daring French explorers longing for adventure traveled into those wilds to see if they could find the hidden waterway of Indian romance. One of them, a bold trader of Canada, in his scarlet coat and three-cornered hat, ventured into the farthest-away channels. Only one of his companions, a boy, came back with him to present the map he drew of the southern reaches of the mighty stream. Next, a gray-frocked Belgian friar, sandaled and shaven of crown, set down on parchment the northern trend of the same river. His goose quill wrote the name of his young oarsman who sang to appease their Indian captors as white men and red rode the waves together.
- Paperback | 92 pages
- 152.4 x 228.6 x 5.33mm | 190.51g
- 25 Dec 1918
- Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
- Illustrations, black and white