. The fountain of youth. he seassplendidly. We got out of the mad rush ofwater past the point and into the easy reachesof Bayou Teche by mid-afternoon, landed,bailed the water out, lunched on a can of beans,and paddled on into this most beautiful countryof all Louisiana. But in the days following wetired of civilization and wanted to get back toour wilderness. The Teche, the historic homeof the early Creole sugar-growing aristocracy,was one succession of great estates, noble-pil-lared houses, sugar-stacks, and darky gangsafield, with her and there a lumber mill in oneof the prosperous little t
. The fountain of youth. he seassplendidly. We got out of the mad rush ofwater past the point and into the easy reachesof Bayou Teche by mid-afternoon, landed,bailed the water out, lunched on a can of beans,and paddled on into this most beautiful countryof all Louisiana. But in the days following wetired of civilization and wanted to get back toour wilderness. The Teche, the historic homeof the early Creole sugar-growing aristocracy,was one succession of great estates, noble-pil-lared houses, sugar-stacks, and darky gangsafield, with her and there a lumber mill in oneof the prosperous little towns we passed. The bayou became more winding and pictur-esque above Franklin. There was little navi-gation, and the stream seemed a show river run-ning through a show-country, parked, scrubbed,ribboned with green, and set with stately oaksand hedges. It narrowed, too, so that one gotthe most intimate and personal glimpses, sylvantowns, distant spires, and white roadways; whilenow and then we rounded a clump to find our-. Now and then we dragged the pirogue from pool to pool. THROUGH THE DEEP SWAMP ICl selves almost in the tub, as it were, of a groupof black, clean-turbaned mammies doing thefamily wash. On almost every plantation wewere stopped by a tiny foot-bridge across theplacid bayou, and some ancient of years wouldhobble down from the sto to open it, collecta nickel, and hobble back to his gallery. Opposite Charenton we encamped upon theestate of Monsieur Vigoreaux, threw our blan-kets about the great roots of a fantastic oakjutting over the water, and slept, tired from afourteen hours continuous paddling. The nextday disclosed the same tranquil beauty of landand baj^ous, although we did not see so manyimposing plantations and stately houses of theold regime as below Charenton and Irish were more rice fields than cane and morelumber mills, and the traffic on the stream wasmuch less as it narrowed. New Iberia was awell-kept and pretty spot under its Southernoak,
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