A Little Girl in Old St Louis

the foundation of a grand city. The lead mines even then were profitably worked, and supplied a large tract of the Mississippi River east and west. Antoine Freneau stood a few moments in the door of his log hut, down by the old MiIl Creek, listening with his hand to one ear. There were sounds of spring all about, but he was not heeding them. Then he turned, cIosed the door, which was braced on the inner side with some rough iron bands fastened it with the hook, and let down a chain. He was seldom troubled with unexpected evening visitors. The log hut was hidden at the back with trees enough to form a sort of grove. It had two rooms, this at the front was a sort of miscelIaneous storehouse. Frenau did quite a trade with the Indians and the boatmen going up and down the river. There was no real attempt at orderIy store-keeping. Articles were in heaps and piles. One had almost to stumble over them. The back room was larger. There was a stone chimney, with a great wide fireplace, where Freneau was cooking supper. In the far corner was a bed raised on sawed rounds of logs, with skins stretched over the framework, on which was a sack of hay with a heap of Indian blankets... --This text refers to the Paperback edition.