ᎨᏱᏗᏣ ᏬᏥᎦᏛ ᎠᎹᏳᎸᏓ, ᏃᏥᏳ ᏃᎴ ᏌᏬᏚ ᏃᎴ ᏕᎮᏴ, ᎨᏍᏗᎭ ᏕᎨᏴ ᎢᏳᏍᏗ ᏱᎨᏎ ᏂᏚᏍᏛ ᎠᏯ ᏗᎩᎶᏒ, ᎬᏂᎨ ᏌᏬᏚ ᏃᎴ ᎠᏒᎩ ᎠᎹ ᎤᏓᏑᏱ ᎠᎹ ᎨᏒ. ᎤᏍᏆᏂᎩᏗ ᎠᎩᏰᎸᎲ, ᎾᏍᎩᏴ ᎠᏁᏙᎵᏙ ᏗᏃᏪᎵᏍᎩ ᏅᎩᏁᎢᎦ ᏓᎩᎸᏉᏛ.
Booming down the river through all that coastal area with its pine savannas and cypress swamps cut through by guts and creeks—which were not at all like creeks where I came from but were just tidal ditches of black mud and stinking salt water, but they seemed exotic and like the places that travel writers got all worked up over in the quarterly journals I favored.