. The fountain of youth. BANT AY AN ENDS HER CRUISE 337 lakes? And how could we live in the Hoodswamps he had heard about up the Mississippi?Le Nom de Dieu—and didnt the snakes andmosquitoes kill us? We had to sit about Msieu Adams campfireand fight mosquitoes an hour telling all this. Hehad never been half that far from home—no—no—surely not! That was too far for an honestman! Msieu Adam was hunting alligators. Twomore of his friends were coming later and theywould steal down the bayou in their pirogues, aflambeau on the prow of each, and when theysaw a gators eyes shining in the dark theywou
. The fountain of youth. BANT AY AN ENDS HER CRUISE 337 lakes? And how could we live in the Hoodswamps he had heard about up the Mississippi?Le Nom de Dieu—and didnt the snakes andmosquitoes kill us? We had to sit about Msieu Adams campfireand fight mosquitoes an hour telling all this. Hehad never been half that far from home—no—no—surely not! That was too far for an honestman! Msieu Adam was hunting alligators. Twomore of his friends were coming later and theywould steal down the bayou in their pirogues, aflambeau on the prow of each, and when theysaw a gators eyes shining in the dark theywould pot him with a shotgun loaded with buck-shot. Not for me! sang Hen. Mosquitoes allnight for a gator skin? And youll sell it forsix bits to the trade boats! After we had retired and I was about asleep,Msieu Adam stole to our tent and rustled thebar. He had thought of something. His friendswould be coming up the bayou and they would 338 THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH see this green-white tent shining in the moon-light, a
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