. The fountain of youth. d on her portbow and Sadie on her starboard quarter. She 128 THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH was Ethel to all the folks on the left bank, andSadie to all those on the right. That was fine, I recall, for a time, until oncewe got into a walloping big whirl that took usaround and around so that we couldnt tellwhether it was Ethel going upstream or Sadiecoming down. That rapid gave us such a scarethat Hen proposed we recant and go back toour original name. * Say, he began when we had got ashore andin camp, I never was so much gone on thatgirl, anyhow. I just stuck out for Sadie be-c
. The fountain of youth. d on her portbow and Sadie on her starboard quarter. She 128 THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH was Ethel to all the folks on the left bank, andSadie to all those on the right. That was fine, I recall, for a time, until oncewe got into a walloping big whirl that took usaround and around so that we couldnt tellwhether it was Ethel going upstream or Sadiecoming down. That rapid gave us such a scarethat Hen proposed we recant and go back toour original name. * Say, he began when we had got ashore andin camp, I never was so much gone on thatgirl, anyhow. I just stuck out for Sadie be-cause you said Ethel. Darn their pelts, letscut em all and be virtuous and refined. Old top, I rejoined, Im right with girl is bad enough, but two! How couldthat boat get through without being wrecked?Shes a fine little scow, and Bantayans hername! We went right down there to the bank withbrotherly accord and scraped those two girlsoff, forard and aft, with our pancake Bemtayan she was once more, and we. 13 O cS &£ BLACKBERRY ROMANCE 129 breathed freer, and sailed gayer, and sleptsounder, and our hair grew quicker, taller,bushier—it was fine spring weather for hair. But to go back. Allesjandro said the seaswere too big to tackle in our craft. When wehad loaded our stuff on the sloop and got awayfrom the roadstead, leaving all the islandersstaring amazedly at the celerity with whichYankees did things when they made up theirminds, the lake was rolling with little pirogue floundered and filled at thetowline and Hen and I looked down at it withsome misgivings. Brilliant idea number twenty-two, mur-mured Hen. Did you propose this or did I? Allesjandro added the comforting after-thought that the Cheiiiere people all said wewould certainly be drowned if we tried to crossto Bayou des Amoureaux with such a load inour pirogue. However, with the public eye onus now we wouldnt have backed out if we could. The doughty little Manilaman towed ourpirogue acro
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