The dance at Joe Chevalier, and other poems . ch him just underthe chin, which it did. By this ingeniousdevice Madame had enjoyed a quietbeauty sleep. She quickly and deftlybound his hands as he lay limp in thebottom of the canoe, put his legs under athwart and then saw the bottle. Insteadof smashing it she transferred about half apint of it quietly to her system, and with agrunt of satisfaction she started for home,have done quite a thriving passenger busi-ness. 82 Society Sketch, Presque Isle, 1830. After her recreant lord had exhaustedhis vocabulary of volcanic French oaths,and came to the
The dance at Joe Chevalier, and other poems . ch him just underthe chin, which it did. By this ingeniousdevice Madame had enjoyed a quietbeauty sleep. She quickly and deftlybound his hands as he lay limp in thebottom of the canoe, put his legs under athwart and then saw the bottle. Insteadof smashing it she transferred about half apint of it quietly to her system, and with agrunt of satisfaction she started for home,have done quite a thriving passenger busi-ness. 82 Society Sketch, Presque Isle, 1830. After her recreant lord had exhaustedhis vocabulary of volcanic French oaths,and came to the stage where he askedpenitently for a drink, the heart of Madamewas softened. She unbound him and gavehim a liberal mouthful, retaining, however,the custody of the bottle. When theyarrived home the domestic atmospherewas quite changed. Jean Francoise wasquite tender, if a trifle maudlin, in hispromise to reform. Madame was reservedand dignified, yet inclined to the side offorgiveness, so they slept the sleep of thejust—but intoxicated. 83 ,. w % i At La PI aisance r I ^HE yacht had swung- round to her an- * chorage in the Bay of La Plaisance, perhaps half a mile from shore. A gentle wind was blowing from the south, and the 84 At La Plaisance. cat-tails in the marsh a mile away noddedin obeisance to the breeze. On the watera broad splash of color from the moonstretched away like a path of gold acrossthe bay, while toward the mainland fire-flies danced and glittered, and a whip-poor-will had just begun his nocturne, whichcame over the water with all its plaintivesweetness. Two young men were silentlyenjoying the quiet and a smoke in the cock-pit, when one of them spoke up: Dave,lets go over and see old Mose. All right; you want to see Julie,though, was the happy response. Nonsense, get the oars out, and soonthe little boat grated on the sandy low shanty, built of drift wood, onlyforty or fifty feet from the shore, and therewas Mose, seated before the door with Julieon a
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