Outing . ed fieldhands than a single one ofem, although Ive run across the Blunderer for instance. Butthats another story. The Blunderer come to us about foursprings ago, just at the time the rice wasbeginnin to sprout. He was one of thembig, slow, good-natured Frenchmen thatare so scarce among the natives roundhere, and he was ridin a little Creolepony, about the size of a rabbit, with arope for a bridle and no saddle to speakof, except a couple of folds of he come up to where I was watch-in the work on the field levees, he letdown his feet a couple of inches and j
Outing . ed fieldhands than a single one ofem, although Ive run across the Blunderer for instance. Butthats another story. The Blunderer come to us about foursprings ago, just at the time the rice wasbeginnin to sprout. He was one of thembig, slow, good-natured Frenchmen thatare so scarce among the natives roundhere, and he was ridin a little Creolepony, about the size of a rabbit, with arope for a bridle and no saddle to speakof, except a couple of folds of he come up to where I was watch-in the work on the field levees, he letdown his feet a couple of inches and justnaturally stepped over the ponys head. Good day, Msieu, says he in Gum-bo French. T am looking for work. Then youre in the right church, butthe wrong pew, says I. Most of thefolks round here are tryin to hide fromit. I seen him begin to smile kind of slowand puzzled, like he was limberin up histhinkin machinery, so I come back athim with some of my own Gumbo which,although Ive worked on it faithful for. Pte --c THE OVERSEER CUT OFF A GENEROUSSLICE FROM HIS PLUG the past six years, aint exactly whatyoud call a standard article. What sort of work you huntinfor? I asks him. At this he looked up at me in a shy,sheepish sort of way for a second or two,and then tucked down his head and be-gun to stroke his ponys nose. He doneit unconscious, too—like youd pet achild. It was a little thing, but its gen-erally the little things that count on aplantation. Anyhow, I seen from thestart he was fond of animals. I would like to go with the watertenders Msieu, says he. They tell methat one can do well there when one haslearned to become skilful. And have you had any experience?I asks him. No, Msieu, says he. All my lifeI have been a wanderer. I have have fished. I have worked in theswamps. But I am willing to learn. [675] 676 THE OUTING MAGAZINE All right, says I, and I engagedhim; first on account of his size andstrength, and second because he lookedso good-natured. Thats anothe
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