Outing . romantic — untouched, un-spoiled—Arcadian in its Whos the girl? said Hen. Thatrangy looker in the P. O. window? Goto! There aint no girl. Its theclimate. And the spring. And the twohundred miles paddling weve the—well, the grub, and the appe-tite, and chaps like Capau, the dreamy-eyed old swamper, whose stories wevebeen listening to every night down onthe bayou bank. I feel fine and drift off into the Grand Lake coun-try where Capau says the natives are whohunt with blowguns—actually! In thistwentieth-century America! And see theEvangeline oak But there I rubbed Hent
Outing . romantic — untouched, un-spoiled—Arcadian in its Whos the girl? said Hen. Thatrangy looker in the P. O. window? Goto! There aint no girl. Its theclimate. And the spring. And the twohundred miles paddling weve the—well, the grub, and the appe-tite, and chaps like Capau, the dreamy-eyed old swamper, whose stories wevebeen listening to every night down onthe bayou bank. I feel fine and drift off into the Grand Lake coun-try where Capau says the natives are whohunt with blowguns—actually! In thistwentieth-century America! And see theEvangeline oak But there I rubbed Henthe wrong way. He wastouchy about town we had struckfrom Houma to the upperTeche had claimed Evange-line. That maid must havespent months about the Atch-afalaya lakes, getting allsorts of trees and dells andbends of the bayou namedafter her. Not a Cajun butwhat would grow wide-eyed if you asked of Long-fellows afflicted lady. Oncea schoolmaster over at GrandCane had written a play. V TRAPPER S HUT THATCHED WITH SWAMP GRASS about Evangeline and her oak, so Capautold us. He saw it with his own eyes, andit had four acts and was as large as yourhat. The hotel man also saw it, and thesaloon man at the bridge. It was a fineplay, but the barkeeper said it wasntas large a play as Capau insisted. Hesaid there was no more than a gooddouble handful of paper altogether, andhe wasnt certain whether that wasenough for a good play. Then there was an argument over thebar in the midst of which a sad-eyedbum who had sidled in to mooch us fora beer suddenly amazed me by takingpart and quoting Poloniuss speech ofadmonition to players in general—Speakthe speech, I pray you, etc. He was a panhandler who had comein over the Espee and admitted he haddone time in eastern Texas, but he
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