S68 LIFE ON THE MISSISSIPPI.
body that can detect the true from the false. Weil, we know how to
get that one little particle out—and we're the only firm that does.
And we turn out an olive-oil that is just simply perfect—undetectable!
We are doing a ripping trade, too—as I could easily show you hy my
order-book for this trip. Maybe you'll butter everybody's bread pretty
soon, but we'll cotton-seed his salad for him from the Gulf to Canada,
and that's a dead-certain thing.1
Cincinnati glowed and flashed with admiration. The two scoun-
drels exchanged business-cards, and rose, As they left the table,
Cincinnati said—
' But you have to have custom-house marks, don't youl How do
you manage that T
I did not catch the answer.
We passed Port Hudson, scene of two of the most terrific episodes
of the war—the night-battle there between Farragut's fleet and the
Confederate land batteries, April Hth, 1863; and the memorable
land battle, two months later, which lasted eight hours—eight hours
of exceptionally fierce and stubborn fighting—and ended, finally, in
the reuuko of the Union forces with great slaughter.