St. Landry clarion. (Opelousas, La.) 1890-1921, 1909-08-21
ordor that my olfactory associated

with memories Of turtle-soup.
At 8 p. N. We sat down to a Re.
past that would have made old
Epicurus have a CONFUSION.
a partial menu of which would
read: Appetizer, Absinthe, a a
Marie Brissard, Turtle-Soup, Bass
CourtbouilIon, a Ia Lena Ford, Spring
Chicken au petit pois, Roast PIC, 4
Ia ]. n. Durio; Tomato Salad, Pota.
toes, Julienne, Canteloupes, Cafe
Noir, Niersteiner Wine, Pousse Cafe.
After having aided digestion BY
imbibing = few pints Of our mineral
water. all repaired to the parlor,
where we were entertained for an
hour, by the Captain, who gave Us
an artistic exhibition Of unique and
fancy piano-playing. He has Pa.
dereush skinned from Sunset to
Sabine Pass.
As the moon in all its grandeur
cast its shimmering light over the
cool waters, everybody lined up for
a plunge. Talk about your costumes,
but some Of those bathing suits
were inspirations. One, especially,
deserves special mention: it was de-
signed, built and worn by Mrs.
Charles Thibodeaux Of 0pelousas.
The material was fine imported red
flannel with plaid effects, warranted
to turn water like a ducks back and
having the peculiar property Of re-
iecting the moons rays, forming a
miniature aurora borealis.
Next evening we were entertained
by that estimable couple, Mr.. and
Mrs. Pete Uncle. An old fashioned
watermelon party was organized, and
under the gigantic oaks that surround
their colonial mansion, was spread
such an array Of melons as would
give hydrophobia to a bIue-gum
niger.
What we did to those melons is a
silent but strong testimonial Of our
appreciation Of the agricultural
abilities Of Mr.. Uncle.
A stop Of three days at Negro.
Island, situated at the entrance to
Grand Lake, and then we sail for the
Gulf.
On the reddish banks, about two
miles out from the mouth Of the
river, we cast anchor, and awaited the
pleasure of the willy snapper
Renee gives a vigorous jerk; at
the same time a click Of the reel,
and the line unwinds yard by ward
until the spool is nearly bare. The
fish changes its course to a right
angle and Renee reels him in like an
organ-grinder in a country town.
Forty-ive minutes Of angling and he
Iands-a stingaree. He says a few
things that look ike a blue streak in
4 sulphurous atmosphere.
n the meantime the ladies had
gone on to the beach to pick sea
shells. Some very interesting ento-
biological facts were noted, the most
peculiar of which was, that the
shells collected by Mrs. Thibodeau1
had a peculiar affinity for those of
the others, causing them to wander
around the room, and get into the
trunks Of some of the others Of the
party. Mrs. T~hibodeaux vouches for
the accuracy Of this statement fer
she kept an eye on those shells and
saw this strange phenomenon re-
peated on several occasions.
The camp doctor, believing in !
diversifcation Of diet, as well as
crops, stroIled leisurely on the beach,
searching ~fruitlessly for game.
Finally, becoming fatigued, he sat
down in despair, but everything
comes to him who waits and after
a while a long-legged, gaunt, con-
sumptive-looking plover lit about
twenty yards out on a mud-bank;
in another minute ployers began to
come from all points of the compass;
they came in squads, brigades and