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Identifier: outing63newy
Title: Outing
Year: 1885 (1880s)
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Subjects: Leisure Sports Travel
Publisher: [New York : Outing Pub. Co.]
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en-down fiddler, not at all pop-ular because he refused to fiddle for the balls. He told me that the heads offamilies were supposed to pay a dollar amonth for the school, but after the firstfew months nobody paid, so the schoolalways closed sooner or later. Anyhow, he added, why do theyneed to read and write? They are thehappiest and most ignorant people onthe earth, I do believe. When I firstlanded here I used to scold em. Butnobody cared. Just listen to those chil-dren playing on the beach. Their par-ents wont pay and I cant make em pay.And will you tell me what tongue theyare talking? It isnt French—it isntEnglish—it isnt Spanish, nor Filipino.What is it? We left that cadaverous pedagoguebewailing. The islanders looked on himas somewhat cracked, I believe. Wegot more insight into social customs.We had wondered at the many Yankeenames of the people until it was ex-plained. They—the Browns and Smithsand Bailys—were all corruptions from [148] This story began in October OUTING
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A TIE-CUTTER S CAMP ON THE BAYOU some other tongues. Baronne, for in-stance, had become Brown. We wereconfused also by the island habit of call-ing all women by the first names of theirhusbands. The wife of Francisco Vas-quez was not only Mrs. Vasquez, butalso Mrs. Francisco. And they all hadnicknames, too, so when we went to buybread, or call on some one, we had noend of confusion finding the exact per-son wanted. Clark Cheniere woulddrive a census-taker crazy. The next day a soueaster blew whichmauled the shell beach until it shook.Hen and I had a task holding our tentpegs down. By sunset the whole curveof the shore was a rolling carpet of pinkand blue and white shells lifted up andflung musically at our feet and washedback to come in on the next surge. Thenext morning the shore line was entirelychanged, the shells being piled in longreefs far over the green marsh. It was still breezy. Hen and I hada hard time getting breakfast. Therewas no fuel except the flimsy weed drift.It kept
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