Outing . 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
Outing . 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. CLAPBOARDS AND ROSES 278 OUTING knew more of literature than Hen andI and the barkeeper and Capau, theswamper, rolled in one. But we partedfrom our courteous friends of the Techethe next morning and started to find away across to the lake country north ofhere. We paddled all day and until tenthat night, made a shift of a camp in thedark, and started a tiny fire for that night, as we prepared for bed,a most startling thing happened. I sawthe blaze of a light in the dark, the re-port of a rifle came, and over our headsin the treetops a bullet sang. We stared for a moment and then re-treated from the circle of the firelight,I seizing my revolver on the way. Thenwe waited many minutes. Nothingmoved in the still country midnight. Wewent back to our blankets later, cautious-ly discussing the matter. I awoke thenext morning to stare up into the gray-green mist of a moss-hung oak with be-yond it a beautiful dawn. I heard a stirin the grass back of my head and turnedto discover a ta
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