of decently dressed people, young and old, upon the gallery or piazza, and there were great numbers of cattle grazing out on the prairie.  Here, I thought, I may find some cool water, and perhaps something to mix with it.  I landed, and went to the front gate, and called.  This was quite near the house, and I thought some one said, ‘Come in.’  I opened the gate, and started for the house.  At this juncture, a tall, dark man, wearing a very angry look, came from the interior of the house, and stopping at the gallery door, looked scowlingly down upon me as I approached the steps. ‘Arretez!’ he said, waving his hand.  This wave I understood, but not the word, and stopped.  He spoke to me in French:  I did not understand.  I asked for water:  this he did not understand, as it was pronounced with considerable of the brogue.  Turning abruptly round, he called aloud, ‘Pierre!’ and a negro man came out, who was directed to ask me what I wanted.  I told him, water:  this he translated for his master.  He spoke again angrily to the negro, who told me there was water in the bayou.  ‘Then, can I get a little butter-milk?’ I asked.  As soon as this was translated to him, he flew into a violent rage, and commenced gesticulating passionately.  ‘You better run, sir,’ said the negro, ’he call de dogs for bite you.’  I heard the yelp in the back yard, and started for the gate with a will:  it was time, for in a moment there were a dozen lean and vicious curs at my heels, squalling and snapping with angry determination.  I fortunately reached the gate in time to close it behind me and shut off my pursuers, amid the laughter and gibes of those in the gallery.  I took my boat, and a few miles above found a more hospitable man, who gave me my dinner, plenty of milk, and a most excellent glass of brandy.  I inquired the name of the brute, and recorded it in my memory for future use.  Ten years after that, he came into my office, and told me he wished to have my services as a lawyer.  He had quarrelled with his wife, and they had separated.  She was suing him for a separation, and property, dotal and paraphernal.  If she recovered, and there were strong reasons for supposing she would, he was ruined.

“‘Why do you come to me?’ I asked.

“’Ah!  Advocat Porter, my friend tell me you de best lawyer, and in my trouble I want de best.’  He stated his case, and I told him I would undertake it for a thousand dollars.

“‘Mon dieu!’ he exclaimed, with a desponding shrug, ’it is not possible to me for pay so much.’

“‘Then you must employ some one else.’

“’But dere is none else dat be so good like you.  Monsieur Brent is for my wife—­Got damn!—­an’ you is de best now, so my friend tell me.’

“’Very well, then, if you want my services, you must pay for them; and you had better come to terms at once, for here is a note which I have just received from Mr. Brent, telling me he wishes to see me, and I expect it is to engage me to assist him in this very case.’