day our grandchildren awaken from that apathy with which I have always
reproached the Creoles, I fear, my daughter, they will have trouble to
prove their titles."

But they journeyed on, Françoise ever looking out the carriage window for
the flatboat, and Suzanne crying:

"Annie, my sister Annie, do you see nothing coming?" And about two miles
from where Franklin was to be they came upon it, greeted with joyous
laughter and cries of "Miss Souzie! O Miss Souzie!" from the women and the
children, and from Mario: "I have it, Signor! I have it! My prinicipality,
Miss Souzie! It is mine, Signorina Françoise!" while he danced, laughed,
and brandished his arms. "He had taken up enough land," says Françoise,
"for five principalities, and was already knocking the flatboat to
pieces."

She mentioned meeting Jacques and Charles Picot, St. Domingan refugees,
whose story of adventures she says was very wonderful, but with good
artistic judgement omits them. The travelers found, of course, a
_charmante cordialité_ at the home of M. Agricole Fuselier[16], and saw a
little girl of five who afterward became a great beauty--Uranie Fuselier.
They passed another Indian village, where Françoise persuaded them not to
stop. Its inhabitants were Chetimachas, more civilized than those of the
village near Plaquemine, and their sworn enemies, living in constant fear
of an attack from them. At New Iberia, a town founded by Spaniards, the
voyagers saw "several houses, some drinking-shops and other buildings,"
and spent with "the pretty little Madame Dubuclet ... two of the
pleasantest days of their lives."]

At length, one beautiful evening in July, under a sky resplendent with