It had rained and rained. All the swamps were up, the bayous overﬂowing. The tiger, too, was out; now here, now there. That other tiger, War, was abroad, and he aided in breaking levees. On the Mississippi Side, on the Louisiana side, bottom lands were brim ming. Cottonwood, red gum, china trees, cypress and pine stood up, drenched and dismal, from amber Sheets and eddies, specked with foam. The clouds hung dark and low. There was a small, chill, mournful wind. The roads, trampled and scored by eighteen months Of war, were little, if any, better than no roads.