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hat truly captures the imagination。
Thanks to the stories of Mark Twain of big side…paddle riverboats ing around the bend with whistles blowing as they passed Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer on a raft； and of battles up and down the river by Union and Confederate ironclads during the Civil War； the Mississippi's past seems so near that one has but to pierce a thin veil to experience it。
〃The Father of Rivers；〃 as the Indians called it； the Mississippi is the only river in North America that ranks in the top ten of the world。 Third in length； third in drainage； fifth in volume； it stretches from the headwaters in Montana of its longest tributary； the Missouri； 3；484 miles south to the Gulf of Mexico。
Almost as fluid as mercury； always searching for the path of least resistance； the Mississippi has changed course many times throughout the last five thousand years； especially after the seas finally reached their present levels at the end of the last ice age。 Between 1900 B。C。 and 700 B。C。 it flowed almost forty miles west of its present course。 Restlessly； the river shifted back and forth across the state of Louisiana； carving a channel before migrating and carving another。 Almost half of Louisiana was formed by the Mississippi depositing tremendous amounts of silt and clay carried from as far north as Minnesota and Montana。
〃The water looks quiet today；〃 said a man in an elevated seat who gazed from the pilothouse of the George B。 Larson； an Army Corps of Engineers survey boat。
Standing at the control console； the boat's captain； Lucas Giraud； merely nodded as he piloted the craft past the cattle grazing on the levees of the Mississippi River in southern Louisiana。
This was Cajun country； the last outpost of French Acadian culture。 Pickup trucks parked under spreading trees next to tar…papered cabins raised on pylons。 Nearby； small Baptist churches rose from the damp countryside； their paint…peeled wooden sides overlooking cemeteries with weathered tombs rising above the ground。 Soybeans and corn rose from the rich soil between man…made ponds for the farming of catfish。 Little hardware and feed stores stood across narrow roads from auto garages surrounded by rusting wrecked cars half…buried in green underbrush that sprouted through their broken windows。
Major General Frank Montaigne studied the passing scene as the big survey boat cruised down the river that was textured by a light morning mist。 He was late fiftyish and wore a light gray suit and a striped blue shirt with a burgundy bow tie。 A vest； embellished with a large gold watch chain spanning the pockets； was displayed through the open coat。 An expensive Panama hat was perched at a jaunty angle over steel…gray hair that flowed back from the temples。 The eyebrows had managed to remain black and arched over limpid eyes that were gray…blue。 There was a polished look about him； burnished with a hardness that you knew was there but couldn't see。 His trademark； a cane carved from a willow tree with a leaping frog for its handle； lay across his lap。
Montaigne was no stranger to the capricious nature of the Mississippi River。 To him it was a monster that was condemned to move through a narrow passage for eternity。 Mostly it slept； but occasionally it went into a rampage； overflowing its banks and causing disastrous floods。 It was the job of General Montaigne and of the Army Corps of Engineers； which he represented； to control the monster and protect the millions of people who lived along its banks and levees。
As president of the Mississippi River mission； Montaigne was required to inspect the flood…control projects once a year on an Army Corps towboat that was fitted out almost as ostentatiously as a cruise ship。 On those trips he was acpanied by a bevy of high…ranking officers of the Army as well as his civilian staff。 Stopping at the many towns and ports along the river； he held conferences with the residents to hear their input and plaints about how the river was affecting their lives。
Montaigne disliked wining and dining local officials while surrounded by the pomp of his office。 He much preferred unannounced inspection tours conducted from a workaday survey boat with no one but himself； Captain Giraud and his crew on board。 Without distraction； he could study firsthand the workings of the revetments laid along the levees to reduce erosion； the condition of the levees themselves； the rock jetties and navigation locks leading to and from the river。
Why is the Army Corps of Engineers in mand of the never…ending war against flooding？ They launched their attack to tame the Mississippi River in the early eighteen hundreds。 After building fortifications during the War of 1812 along the river to keep out British forces； it seemed expedient for them to turn their experience to civil works； and the Military Academy at West Point had the only school of engineering in the country。 Today the organization almost seems like an anachronism when one considers that civilians who work for the Corps outnumber Army officers by a hundred and forty to one。
Frank （his birth certificate read Fra^ois） Montaigne was born a Cajun in Plaquemines Parish below New Orleans and spent his boyhood in the French Acadian world of southern Louisiana。 His father was a fisherman； or to be more exact a crawfisherman； who built a floating house in the swamp with his own hands； and made a great sum of money over the years； hauling his catch and selling directly to the restaurants of New Orleans。 And； like most Cajuns； he never spent his profits and died a rich man。
Montaigne spoke French before he learned English； and his classmates at the academy called him Potpourri because he often mixed the two languages together when speaking。 After a distinguished career as a bat engineer in Vietnam and the Gulf War； Montaigne was rapidly promoted after receiving several academic degrees in his spare time； including a Ph。D。 in hydrology。 At the age of fifty…five he was appointed mander of the entire Mississippi Valley from the Gulf up to the Missouri River where it joins the Mississippi near St。 Louis。 It was a job he was born for。 Montaigne loved the river almost as much as he loved his wife； who was also a Cajun； the sister of his best boyhood friend； and his three daughters。 But mixed with his love for the flowing waters was a fear that someday Mother Nature would turn violent and wipe out his efforts； sending the Mississippi raging over the levees and flooding millions of acres while cutting a new channel to the Gulf。
Earlier in the morning just before dawn； the Larson； named after an Army Corps engineer long deceased； had eased into the navigation locks that were constructed by the Army Corps for flood control and to stop the Atchafalaya from capturing the Mississippi。 Giant control structures that are basically dams with spillways were built fifty miles above Baton Rouge at an old bend hi the river where a hundred and seventy years before the Red River once entered into the Mississippi and the Atchafalaya flowed out。 Then in 1831 a steamboat entrepreneur； Captain Henry Shreve； dug a channel across the neck of the bend。 Now the Red River bypassed the Mississippi and flowed through remains of the bend that became known as the Old River。 Almost as if it was a siren enticing an unwary sailor； the Atchafalaya； with only 142 miles to the Gulf versus the Mississippi's 315； beckons the main river into its waiting arms。
Montaigne had stepped out on deck as the gates swung and closed off the water of the Mississippi and watched as the walls of the lock seemed to rise toward the sky while the survey boat descended to the Atchafalaya。 He waved to the lockmaster； who waved back。 The waters of the Atchafalaya run fifteen feet lower than the Mississippi's； but it only took ten minutes before the west gates opened and the Larson moved out into the channel that led south to Morgan City and the Gulf beyond。
〃What time do you estimate our rendezvous with the NUMA research ship below Sungari？〃 he asked the Larson^ captain。
〃Around three o'clock； give or take；〃 answered Giraud without indecision。
Montaigne nodded at a big towboat pushing a s
