. The fountain of youth. ou-all steer disboat home? We-all a-goin to jolly dem girlssome. We-all clean fogot you comin bring yo some coffee dis time. I agreed. By this time the CJieniere Cupidshad added a layer of blackberry jam to theirsyrupped countenances and the freight holdwas not a delectable place. The lovers did notseem to mind. I suppose, however, that if oneis going to be loved one may as well sit in black-berry jam as out of it. A fellow could holdhis girl with one hand and scratch red bugs withthe other. I brought that sticky cargo of Eros home safeenough. It was dark when
. The fountain of youth. ou-all steer disboat home? We-all a-goin to jolly dem girlssome. We-all clean fogot you comin bring yo some coffee dis time. I agreed. By this time the CJieniere Cupidshad added a layer of blackberry jam to theirsyrupped countenances and the freight holdwas not a delectable place. The lovers did notseem to mind. I suppose, however, that if oneis going to be loved one may as well sit in black-berry jam as out of it. A fellow could holdhis girl with one hand and scratch red bugs withthe other. I brought that sticky cargo of Eros home safeenough. It was dark when I came to camp witha pail of mushy berries. Hen and his dyspepsiawere sitting by the fire fighting mosquitoes. By Golly, he commented, if Id beenthere Id have wrecked the whole smear! Theywouldnt have spooned on mef There is a man with no poetry in his balls, girls, turtle eggs, love, blackberryjam—nothing touched him. It will be a long. The cypress reflect tlieir beauty from the swamp lakes. BLACKBERRY ROMANCE 121 back-track to the Fountain of Youth for him,Im thinking. But for me—why, I felt appre-ciably more hair than I had had in the , with his sardonic levity, concluded thatwhat I felt was molasses and blackberry , I let it go. There is little use in ar-guing on the higher tilings with a man who willtry to eat an alligator gar. We inquired further into local history. Inthe last yellow fever epidemic—1904—fifty-fiveof the ninety-two inhabitants of the Chenierehad it. It scourged every house in the village,but only three had died. A beach charactercalled Red had a peculiar story to relate ofone instance he knew. Der was wan badmodder. She had feveh and she let her babysuck dat poison all out from her breast. Datbaby, he die, but dat modder, she get well. Isho wouldnt be any modder like dat. The Hazel boat brought two more men talked with them and found they were typi-cal bos *
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