![]() ![]() When the boat was full, she climbed onto it. She bent into the water, yanked out a cluster, shook off the mud, tossed it in the boat. It wasn’t hard to find oysters then - they were everywhere. “It was just beautiful out there,” Arnesen says today. With a rope looped around her waist, she trudged through the marsh, between the mud banks and the tufts of saw grass, tugging the boat behind her. They gave her a flatboat, rubber boots, burlap sacks and a hatchet. A dredge boat ferried her to Bay Adams, where she met a crew of oystermen. ![]() At 12, after her mother lost her job, Arnesen began skipping school to walk to the harbor in Buras, a town near the mouth of the Mississippi River. Kindra Arnesen’s middle school was a plot of marsh a hundred yards off the southern coast of Louisiana. To hear more audio stories from publishers like The New York Times, download Audm for iPhone or Android. ![]()
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