THE ROSE OF
OLD ST. LOUIS
THE
ROSE OF OLD ST. LOUIS
CHAPTER I
I MAKE MY BOW IN CAHOKIA
"The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men
Gang aft a-gley."
"And this is the village of St. Louis, sir?"
I bowed respectfully to my captain standing in the prow of the boat and looking across an expanse of swirling muddy water to the village on the bluffs beyond. I spoke more after the manner of making polite conversation than because I was desirous of information, for I knew without asking that it could be none other.