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On the banks of a bilgy lamahau, the eeliest street-stream in Bordeaux, a row of Negro peasant lodgings warmly slept. It was a vile, backward crescent reeking in brats and fiendish lusts. _Cocabe_ among its inkish rice-growers extended to gorillas sentenced to the dungeons of Surinam, Portuguese settlers who'd gone black, Chinks pauperized in the Georgetown fire of '05, and Calcutta coolies mixing _rotie_ at dusk to the chorus of crickets and _crapeaux_ moaning in the black watery gut.
The dawn rose a dewy crimson, and a blood-curdling sound polluted the vapory silences of a Negro lodging.