Outing . tothe timber I was about done up. Crep-elle let out another cry of dismay when THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH 159 he discovered I had piled three of thebiggest snakes into my pirogue. Mon Dieul Skin em! Dats hadluck, Msieu! Dont bring dem snakesto my camp! And when I approached he sat hastilydown and paddled on ahead. His lightshell went over flats that our heavy ca-noe would not take, and when I reachedhis camp his voice came excitedly as hetold Hen: Yo partner, he out dehbringin in a load o snakes! Dey shogot me cowed! compensation for the mule cart, and toldthe hands to see us off safely on
Outing . tothe timber I was about done up. Crep-elle let out another cry of dismay when THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH 159 he discovered I had piled three of thebiggest snakes into my pirogue. Mon Dieul Skin em! Dats hadluck, Msieu! Dont bring dem snakesto my camp! And when I approached he sat hastilydown and paddled on ahead. His lightshell went over flats that our heavy ca-noe would not take, and when I reachedhis camp his voice came excitedly as hetold Hen: Yo partner, he out dehbringin in a load o snakes! Dey shogot me cowed! compensation for the mule cart, and toldthe hands to see us off safely on BayouLa Fouiche. We paddled on in a stiffheadwind until dark, and made campon the ancient levee. We could seenothing hut the greensward, with a cowgrazing here and there, and it was apleasing surprise to climb the levee andlook down on a smiling country of smallfarms stretching to the swamp woodsthree miles away on either side. The people were all Creoles, truck-raisers and storekeepers, while along the. UNDER THE PALM THATCH THEY HEW THE PIROGUES OUT OF A CARE-FULLY SELECTED CYPRESS LOG I was too sick to skin my snakes whenI got back. Anyway, Hen had a niggercart waiting and we lifted the Bantayaninto it, piled the camp stuff on, and setout. Mid-afternoon we came out of LaFourche woods into the narrow strip ofcultivable land fronting the bayou. Itwas green with young sugar cane. Downthe long rows a line of darkies, men andwomen and children, hoed the blackearth, while the mounted overseer rodebehind and jacked up the laggards. Hewas very courteous, but mystified at usappearing from the swamp, refused any slow-moving bayou came red-sailed lug-gars, the Italian crews poling themagainst the failing breeze. It was an in-teresting country. We made Lockportthe next morning, dined at the hotel, gotdirections as to how to reach BayouTerrebonne, and set off down a weedycanal southward. But it came on torain before the first mile and when wesaw a large, dirty tent on the bank by alumbe
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