. The fountain of youth. sy holding the fire down under the irons whilethe other made coffee and boiled the a dozen times we had to chase that firedown the beach, bring back the remnants, andstart all over again. It enlarged our vocabularyimmensely. The soueaster belhed the little tenttight as a drum, and the pegs threatened to pullfrom the shells. Finally we dropped it, lit ourpipes, and wandered up the beach around theoak point to see what our friends of the Che-niere were doing. Probably making another ball, said Hen. Balls and turtle eggs—theyre getting on mynerves. But what a
. The fountain of youth. sy holding the fire down under the irons whilethe other made coffee and boiled the a dozen times we had to chase that firedown the beach, bring back the remnants, andstart all over again. It enlarged our vocabularyimmensely. The soueaster belhed the little tenttight as a drum, and the pegs threatened to pullfrom the shells. Finally we dropped it, lit ourpipes, and wandered up the beach around theoak point to see what our friends of the Che-niere were doing. Probably making another ball, said Hen. Balls and turtle eggs—theyre getting on mynerves. But what a morning—wow! I feel likemy hair was growing in again. Whoof! But the festive populace was resting. Theschoolmaster was sitting on a crab boat gazingnorthward, whence the school should Rojas smoked on his sto gallery andwatched his sons paint a boat. The luggars rodeat their moorings and the fishers slept under thechina trees. A pirogue man came in from themarshes behind the Cheniere with a few teal and. We (lug throiigl) tlic amv to the swamp. BLACKBERRY ROMANCE 113 dos gris and turtles, and the children gatheredabout. But all day the lazy island dozed in thesun and breeze. Hen decided to try his tarpongear at gar fishing, and this becoming noisedabout, the entire population gathered at the islanders smiled—catch a gar on that foolishlittle line and rod? Le noin de Dieu—whatwould these Yankees try next? Ill show em, growled Hen grimly, and hecast prettily off the pier head and threshed thesurf. He had a rise or two, and then, while Iwas in the sto, I heard a series of wild yells. Idiscovered Hen fighting his way along the pieramong the natives. He had hooked somethingall right. Presently a big gar charged out ofwater, then straight seaward. The line swungout; the natives gazed. No line would hold analligator gar! Hen watched his reel finally he turned the big fish, played himback, stopped a rush or two, and the islandersgasped. The
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