idway on the northern side, lie the beautiful estates of "Belmont" and "Belle Alliance." Early one morning in the middle of October, 1878, a young man, whose age you would have guessed fiftee

ames in Louisiana that retain the French spellin

strangers to each other, would hardly have conversed in English; but the date made the difference. We need not inexorably render the dialect of the white man; pretty enough to hear, it would often be hideous t

nted over his

thoo the plantation till de wood. Dass 'bout mile, you know. Den she keep stret on tho

ad, the negro on his mule, the

h batture willows whah de sun all spread out on the wateh; no, seh. 'Tis jis lil place back in de swamp, raise' 'bout five, six feet '

go," said the other

ex' year come ole man Le Blanc; den Poché, den St. Pierre, den Martin,-all Cajun'. Oh! dass mo'n fifty year' 'go. Dey all comes from dis yeh riveh coast; 'caze de rich Creole', dey buy 'em out. Yes, seh, dat use' be de C?te Acadien', right y

ive year' ole, an' dey call de ole man Catou, an' call his lil boy Chat-oué. Dey fine dat wuck mo' betteh. Yes, seh. An' he got bruddeh name' 'Mian Roussel. But dat not de ole, ole 'Mian-like dey say de ole he one. 'Caze, you know, he done peg out. Oh, yes, he peg out in de du'in' o' de waugh.[3] But he lef' heap-sight chi

ng his eyes from the path. "'Tis better narrowness o

know. Dey does love to dance, and dey marries mawnstus young; but dey not like some niggehs: dey stays married. An' modess? Dey dess so modess dey shy! Yes, s

eyes. "My friend, what was it, the first American industry? Was it not the Newfoundland fisheries? Who ina

o with the promptitude of an eye-wi

'-they are the fathers of the

w'en dat sugah-cane git ready fo' biggin to grind; so soon dey see dat, dey des come a-lopin' in here to Mistoo Wallis' sugah-house here at Belle Alliance, an' likewise to Marse Louis Le Bourgeois yond' at Belm