Outing . om gathered in themighty cypress, we had to turn from thisblazed trail to paddle around a fallentree and this involved us in a patch ofbrush under which we pulled anddragged our pirogue, consuming so muchtime that when we had got into openwater once more we were surprised to THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH 279 find how dark it had become and thatoff to the northwest there were mut-ters of a coming storm. Then we wereunpleasantly surprised to find that theblazed trail we were following was nolonger ascertainable. We paddled on through the gloomyshades looking for a lessening of the treeswhich wo
Outing . om gathered in themighty cypress, we had to turn from thisblazed trail to paddle around a fallentree and this involved us in a patch ofbrush under which we pulled anddragged our pirogue, consuming so muchtime that when we had got into openwater once more we were surprised to THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH 279 find how dark it had become and thatoff to the northwest there were mut-ters of a coming storm. Then we wereunpleasantly surprised to find that theblazed trail we were following was nolonger ascertainable. We paddled on through the gloomyshades looking for a lessening of the treeswhich would mark the shore of GrandLake. We had been directed to the down and sinking us all yards deep inthe swamp mud. We got under a veri-table hornets nest of thorn-vines wherewe had to use the axe to free the boat,and by that time the squall hit the bigwoods with a demoniacal fury. How it did id bk We brought up under the lee of afallen log and hung there tightly whilethe forest heaved and shrieked about DESCENDANTS OF BARATARIA PIRATES OF LAFITTE S TIME camp of a lonely hunter who would re-ceive us on Allains word. But we hadto make another long detour, workingabout floating logs and under a jungleof creepers and latanier palms. The biglake had overflown its banks and therewas land nowhere. Theres a sizable chance, murmuredHen, of roosting in a tree to-night. It looked more like it every yard. Andthe storm grew rapidly, so rapidly thatpresently, save for the flashes of light-ning and the shimmer of a young moonall but obscured, we saw nothing. Andthen the great gray trees with their fly-ing moss streamers were not the wind soared stronger we dweltupon the possibility of a limb plunging A spatter of rain came with it, but wefaced it head down, resolved not to takechances on trying to find shelter underour rubber cloth in this melee. Fortu-nately there was little rain. The galebuffeted us for half an hour, with themost terrifying electric display I eversaw, and t
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