Crump, the engineer, shot a sullen look at the master ere he turned back to the crude oil motor whose mad pounding rattled the old bayou stern-wheeler from keel to hogchains.

But he continued to shake his hairy fist at the deckhand and roar his anathemas upon the flower-choked bayou.

Crump had bluntly told the skipper he was a fool for trying to push up this little-frequented bayou from Cote Blanche Bay to the higher land of the west Louisiana coast, where he had planned to unload his cattle.

By the Intercoastal Canal and the shallow string of bays along the Texas-Louisiana line, the bayou boat could crawl safely back to the grassy swamp lands that fringe the sugar plantations of Bayou Teche.

By the Intercoastal Canal and the shallow string of bays along the Texas-Louisiana line, the bayou boat could crawl safely back to the grassy swamp lands that fringe the sugar plantations of Bayou Teche.

He'd land them there with his flap-paddle bayou boat, too, for the Marie Louise ranged up and down the Inter-coastal Canal and the uncharted swamp lakes and bays adjoining, trading and thieving and serving the skipper's obscure ends.

He expected to fight them as he had done for twenty years with his dirty bayou boat.

He'd fight and curse and struggle through the les flotantes, and denounce the Federal Government, because it did not destroy the lilies in the obscure bayous where he traded, as it did on Bayou Teche and Terrebonne, with its pump-boats which sprayed the hyacinths with a mixture of oil and soda until the tops shrivelled and the trailing roots then dragged the flowers to the bottom.

He could see a mile up the bayou between cypress-grown banks, and not a foot of water showed.

Tedge remembered what Rogers saidhe was going to see a girl who lived up Bayou Boeuf above Tedge's destination.

Across it the bayou boat wheezed and thumped drearily, drowning the bellowing of the dying steers.

Crump and Hogjaw were already in the flat-bottomed bayou skiff, holding it off the Marie Louise's port runway, and the master stepped into it.

He was a cowman and he couldn't swim; he had never seen anything but the dry ranges until he said he would go find the girl he had met once on the upper Brazosa girl who told him of sea and sunken forests, of islands of flowers drifting in lonely swamp lakeshe had wanted to see that land, but mostly the Cajan girl of Bayou Des Amoureaux.

A flat-bottomed bayou skiff, and in it the oars, a riverman's blanket-roll of greasy clothes, and a tin box!

The gaunt cattle burning or choking in the salt tide, or perhaps the lilies of Bayou Boeufanyhow, he was up with a cry and dashing for the skiff.

" "She died in the fever camp at Silver Bayou, when you were a little lad," whispered Celia.

When I was old enough to take care of myself I went to Silver Bayou. . . .

I remember her saying that it was murder to imprison children there in Silver Bayou; that I was perfectly well so far.

But that doctor at Silver Bayou said that I was found a mile below in a boat with the first marks of the plague yellowing my skin.

It is not true that she died of fever at Silver Bayou.

It was a portion of the Mississippi River "coast" not far above New Orleans, where the merchants of the city met the smugglers who came up from the Gulf by way of Barrataria Bay and Bayou.

Local engineers preserve the tradition that the Bayou Sauvage once had its rise, so to speak, in Toulouse street.

Three-quarters of a century ago this Bayou Sauvage (or Gentillycorruption of Chantilly) was a navigable stream of wild and sombre beauty.

He had, from the very starting-place in the upper waters of Bayou Sauvage, declared in favor of the Rigolets aswind and tide consideredthe most practicable of all the passes.

The opinion, first expressed by the youthful husband, who still reclines with the tiller held firmly under his arm, and then by another member of the company who sits on the centreboard-well, is unanimously adopted, that she is making for the Rigolets, will pass Petites Coquilles by eleven o'clock, and will tie up at the little port of St. Jean, on the bayou of the same name, before sundown, if the wind holds anywise as it is.