Chapter 34: XXXIII

XXXIII The Buying of the Swamp “It’s a shame,” asserted John Taylor with something like real feeling. He was spending Sunday with his father-in-law, and both, over their after-dinner cigars, were gazing thoughtfully at the swamp. “What’s a shame?” asked Colonel Cresswell. “To see all that timber and prime cotton-land going to waste. Don’t you remember those fine bales of cotton that came out of there several seasons ago?” The Colonel smoked placidly. “You can’t get it cleared,” h…