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+Project Gutenberg's The Voyageur and Other Poems, by William Henry Drummond
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+Title: The Voyageur and Other Poems
+
+Author: William Henry Drummond
+
+Illustrator: Frederick Simpson Coburn
+
+Release Date: February 16, 2007 [EBook #20609]
+
+Language: English
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+Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE VOYAGEUR AND OTHER POEMS ***
+
+
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+
+Produced by Al Haines
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+[Frontispiece: "So I fill de glass an' I raise it high
+                 An' drink to de Voyageur."]
+
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+
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+
+
+THE VOYAGEUR
+
+AND OTHER POEMS
+
+
+
+By William Henry Drummond, M.D.
+
+
+
+Author of "The Habitant," "Johnnie Courteau," etc.
+
+
+
+WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY
+
+Frederick Simpson Coburn
+
+
+
+
+SIXTEENTH THOUSAND
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+New York and London
+
+G. P. Putnam's Sons
+
+The Knickerbocker Press
+
+
+
+
+COPYRIGHT, 1905
+
+BY
+
+WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND
+
+
+Fourteenth Printing
+
+
+
+
+TO
+
+WILLIAM HENRY PARKER
+
+LAC LA PÊCHE
+
+
+  Philosopher of many parts,
+  Beloved of all true honest hearts,
+  A man who laughs at every ill,
+  Because "there's corn in Egypt still."
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+CONTENTS
+
+  THE VOYAGEUR
+  BRUNO THE HUNTER
+  PRIDE
+  DIEUDONNÉ (GOD-GIVEN)
+  THE DEVIL
+  THE FAMILY LARAMIE
+  YANKEE FAMILIES
+  THE LAST PORTAGE
+  GETTING ON
+  PIONEERS
+  NATURAL PHILOSOPHY
+  CHAMPLAIN
+  PRO PATRIA
+  GETTING STOUT
+  DOCTOR HILAIRE
+  BARBOTTE (BULL-POUT)
+  THE ROSSIGNOL
+  MEB-BE
+  SNUBBING (TYING-UP) THE RAFT
+  A RAINY DAY IN CAMP
+  JOSETTE
+  JOE BOUCHER
+  CHARMETTE
+  LAC SOUCI
+  POIRIER'S ROOSTER
+  DOMINIQUE
+  HOME
+  CANADIAN FOREVER
+  TWINS
+  KEEP OUT OF THE WEEDS
+  THE HOLY ISLAND
+  THE RIVIÈRE DES PRAIRIES
+  THE WIND THAT LIFTS THE FOG
+  THE FOX HUNT
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+ILLUSTRATIONS
+
+
+THE VOYAGEUR . . . . . . . . . . _Frontispiece_
+
+  "_So I fill de glass an' I raise it high
+    An' drink to de Voyageur._"
+
+
+THE VOYAGEUR
+
+  "_Far, far away from hees own vill-age
+    An' soun' of de parish bell._"
+
+
+BRUNO THE HUNTER
+
+  "_So de devil ketch heem, of course, at las'._"
+
+
+THE LAST PORTAGE
+
+  "_De moon an' de star above is gone,
+    Yet somet'ing tell me I mus' go on._"
+
+
+PIONEERS
+
+  "_So we fin' some fence dot's handy for
+        mese'f an' Rosalie._"
+
+
+PRO PATRIA
+
+  "_Jus' tell dem de news of Gédéon Plouffe--
+    How he jump wit' de familee._"
+
+
+MEB-BE
+
+  "_Don't bodder no wan on de school
+    Unless dey bodder heem._"
+
+
+SNUBBING (TYING-UP) THE RAFT
+
+  "_To-night I can hear hees darn ole fiddle,
+    Playin' away on Joe Belair._"
+
+
+JOSETTE
+
+  "_So dat's de reason dey call Josette
+    Leetle sister of de poor._"
+
+
+CHARMETTE
+
+  "_You see dat lake?  Wall!  I alway hate
+    To brag--but she's full of trout._"
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+The Voyageur and Other Poems
+
+The Voyageur
+
+  Dere's somet'ing stirrin' ma blood tonight,
+    On de night of de young new year,
+  Wile de camp is warm an' de fire is bright,
+    An' de bottle is close at han'--
+  Out on de reever de nort' win' blow,
+  Down on de valley is pile de snow,
+  But w'at do we care so long we know
+    We 're safe on de log cabane?
+
+  Drink to de healt' of your wife an' girl,
+    Anoder wan for your frien',
+  Den geev' me a chance, for on all de worl'
+    I 've not many frien' to spare--
+  I 'm born, w'ere de mountain scrape de sky,
+  An' bone of ma fader an' moder lie,
+  So I fill de glass an' I raise it high
+    An' drink to de Voyageur.
+
+  For dis is de night of de jour de l'an,[1]
+    W'en de man of de Grand Nor' Wes'
+  T'ink of hees home on de St. Laurent,
+    An' frien' he may never see--
+  Gone he is now, an' de beeg canoe
+  No more you 'll see wit' de red-shirt crew,
+  But long as he leev' he was alway true,
+    So we 'll drink to hees memory.
+
+  Ax' heem de nort' win' w'at he see
+    Of de Voyageur long ago,
+  An' he 'll say to you w'at he say to me,
+    So lissen hees story well--
+  "I see de track of hees botte sau-vage[2]
+  On many a hill an' long portage
+  Far far away from hees own vill-age
+    An' soun' of de parish bell--
+
+[Illustration: "Far, far away from hees own vill-age
+                 An' soun' of de parish bell."]
+
+  "I never can play on de Hudson Bay
+    Or mountain dat lie between
+  But I meet heem singin' hees lonely way
+    De happies' man I know--
+  I cool hees face as he 's sleepin' dere
+  Under de star of de Red Rivière,
+  An' off on de home of de great w'ite bear,
+    I 'm seein' hees dog traineau.[3]
+
+  "De woman an' chil'ren 's runnin' out
+    On de wigwam of de Cree--
+  De leetle papoose dey laugh an' shout
+    W'en de soun' of hees voice dey hear--
+  De oldes' warrior of de Sioux
+  Kill hese'f dancin' de w'ole night t'roo,
+  An de Blackfoot girl remember too
+    De ole tam Voyageur.
+
+  "De blaze of hees camp on de snow I see,
+    An' I lissen hees 'En Roulant'
+  On de lan' w'ere de reindeer travel free,
+    Ringin' out strong an' clear--
+  Offen de grey wolf sit before
+  De light is come from hees open door,
+  An' caribou foller along de shore
+    De song of de Voyageur.
+
+  "If he only kip goin', de red ceinture,[4]
+    I 'd see it upon de Pole
+  Some mornin' I 'm startin' upon de tour
+    For blowin' de worl' aroun'--
+  But w'erever he sail an' w'erever he ride,
+  De trail is long an' de trail is wide,
+  An' city an' town on ev'ry side
+    Can tell of hees campin' groun'."
+
+  So dat 's 'de reason I drink to-night
+    To de man of de Grand Nor' Wes',
+  For hees heart was young, an' hees heart was light
+    So long as he 's leevin' dere--
+  I 'm proud of de sam' blood in my vein
+  I 'm a son of de Nort' Win' wance again--
+  So we 'll fill her up till de bottle 's drain
+    An' drink to de Voyageur.
+
+
+
+[1] New Year's day.
+
+[2] Indian boot.
+
+[3] Dog-sleigh.
+
+[4] Canadian sash.
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Flower]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Moose]
+
+BRUNO THE HUNTER
+
+  You never hear tell, Marie, ma femme,
+    Of Bruno de hunter man,
+  Wit' hees wild dogs chasin' de moose an' deer,
+  Every day on de long, long year,
+  Off on de hillside far an' near,
+    An' down on de beeg savane?
+
+  Not'ing can leev' on de woods, Marie,
+    W'en Bruno is on de track,
+  An' young caribou, an' leetle red doe
+  Wit' baby to come on de spring, dey know
+  De pity dey get w'en hees bugle blow
+    An' de black dogs answer back.
+
+  No bird on de branch can finish hees song,
+    De squirrel no longer play--
+  De leaf on de maple don't need to wait
+  Till fros' of October is at de gate
+  'Fore de blood drops come: an' de fox sleeps late
+    W'en Bruno is pass dat way.
+
+  So de devil ketch heem of course at las'
+    Dat 's w'at de ole folk say,
+  An' spik to heem, "Bruno, w'at for you kill
+  De moose an' caribou of de hill
+  An' fill de woods wit' deir blood until
+    You could run a mill night an' day?"
+
+[Illustration: "So de devil ketch heem of course at las'."]
+
+  "Mebbe you lak to be moose youse'f,
+    An' see how de hunter go,
+  So I 'll change your dogs into loup garou,[1]
+  An' wance on de year dey 'll be chasin' you--
+  An' res' of de tam w'en de sport is troo,
+    You 'll pass wit' me down below."
+
+  An' dis is de night of de year, Marie,
+    Bruno de hunter wake:
+  Soon as de great beeg tonder cloud
+  Up on de mountain 's roarin' loud--
+  He 'll come from hees grave w'ere de pine tree crowd
+    De shore of de leetle lake.
+
+  You see de lightning zig, zig, Marie,
+    Spittin' lak' loup cervier,[2]
+  Ketch on de trap?  Oh! it won't be long
+  Till mebbe you lissen anoder song,
+  For de sky is dark an' de win' is strong,
+    An' de chase is n't far away.
+
+  W'y shiver so moche, Marie, ma femme,
+    For de log is burnin' bright?
+  Ah! dere she's goin', "Hulloo!  Hulloo!"
+  An' oh! how de tonder is roarin' too!
+  But it can't drown de cry of de loup garou
+    On Bruno de hunter's night.
+
+  Over de mountain an' t'roo de swamp,
+    Don't matter how far or near,
+  Every place hees moccasin know
+  Bruno de hunter he 's got to go
+  'Fore de grave on de leetle lake below
+    Close up for anoder year.
+
+  But dey say de ole feller watch all night,
+    So you need n't be scare, Marie,
+  For he 'll never stir from de rocky cave
+  W'ere door only open beneat' de wave,
+  Till Bruno come back to hees lonely grave--
+    An' de devil he turn de key.
+
+  Dat 's way for punish de hunter man
+    W'en murder is on hees min'--
+  So he better stop w'ile de work is new,
+  Or mebbe de devil will ketch heem too,
+  An' chase heem aroun' wit' de loup garou
+    Gallopin' close behin'.
+
+
+[1] Were wolf.
+
+[2] Lynx.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+PRIDE
+
+  Ma fader he spik to me long ago,
+    "Alphonse, it is better go leetle slow,
+  Don't put on de style if you can't afford,
+  But satisfy be wit' your bed an' board.
+  De bear wit' hees head too high alway,
+    Know not'ing at all till de trap go smash.
+  An' mooshrat dat 's swimmin' so proud to-day
+    Very often to-morrow is on de hash." [1]
+
+  Edouard de Seven of Angleterre,
+    An' few oder place beside,
+  He 's got de horse an' de carriage dere
+    W'enever he want to ride.
+  Wit' sojer in front to clear de way,
+  Sojer behin' all dress so gay,
+  Ev'rywan makin' de grand salaam,
+  An' plaintee o' ban' playin' all de tam
+
+  Edouard de Seven of Angleterre,
+    All he has got to do,
+  W'en he 's crossin' de sea, don't matter w'ere,
+    Is call for de ship an' crew.
+  Den hois' de anchor from down below,
+  Vive le Roi! an' away she go,
+  An' flag overhead, w'en dey see dat sight
+  W'ere is de nation don't be polite?
+
+  An' dere 's de boss of United State,
+    An' w'at dey call Philippine--
+  De Yankee t'ink he was somet'ing great,
+    An' beeg as de king or queen--
+  So dey geev' heem a house near touch de sky,
+  An' paint it so w'ite it was blin' de eye
+  An' long as he 's dere beginnin' to en',
+  Don't cos' heem not'ing for treat hees frien'.
+
+  So dere 's two feller, Edouard de King
+    An' Teddy Roos-vel' also,
+  No wonder dey 're proud, for dey got few t'ing
+    Was helpin' dem mak' de show--
+  But oh! ma Gosh! w'en you talk of pride
+  An' w'at dey call style, an' puttin' on side,
+  W'ere is de man can go before
+  De pig-sticker champion of Ste. Flore?
+
+  Use to be nice man too, dey say,
+    Jeremie Bonami,
+  Talk wit' hees frien' in a frien'ly way
+    Sam' as you'se'f an' me--
+  Of course it 's purty beeg job he got,
+  An' no wan expec' heem talk a lot,
+  But still would n't hurt very moche, I 'm sure,
+  If wance in a w'ile he 'd say, "Bonjour."
+
+  Yi! Yi! to see heem come down de hill
+    Some mornin' upon de fall,
+  W'en de pig is fat an' ready to kill,
+    He don't know hees frien' at all--
+  Look at hees face an' it seem to say,
+  "Important duty I got to-day,
+  Killin' de pig on de contree side,--
+  Is n't dat some reason for leetle pride?"
+
+  Lissen de small boy how dey shout
+    W'en Jeremie 's marchin' t'roo
+  De market place wit' hees cane feex out
+    Wit' ribbon red, w'ite an' blue--
+  An' den he jomp on de butcher's block,
+  An' affer de crowd is stop deir talk,
+  An' leetle boy holler no more "Hooray,"
+  Dis is de word Jeremie he say--
+
+  "I 'm de only man on de w'ole Ste. Flore
+    Can kill heem de pig jus' right,
+  Please t'ink of dat, an' furdermore
+    Don't matter it 's day or night,
+  Can do it less tam, five dollar I bet,
+  Dan any pig-sticker you can get
+  From de w'ole of de worl', to w'ere I leev'--
+  Will somebody help to roll up ma sleeve?
+
+  "Some feller challenge jus' here an' dere,
+    An' more on deir own contree,
+  But me--I challenge dem ev'ryw'ere
+    All over de worl'--sapree!
+  To geev' dem a chance, for dere might be some
+    Beeg feller, for all I know,
+  But if dey 're ready, wall! let dem come,
+    An' me--I 'm geevin' dem plaintee show."
+
+  Challenge lak dat twenty year or more
+    He 's makin' it ev'ry fall,
+  But never a pig-sticker come Ste. Flore
+    'Cos Jeremie scare dem all--
+  No wonder it 's makin' heem feel so proud,
+    Even Emperor Germanie
+  Can't put on de style or talk more loud
+    Dan Jeremie Bonami.
+
+  But Jeremie's day can't las' alway,
+    An' so he commence to go
+  W'en he jomp on de block again an' say
+    To de crowd stan'nin' dere below,
+  "Lissen, ma frien', to de word I spik,
+  For I 'm tire of de challenge until I 'm sick,
+  Can't say, but mebbe I 'll talk no more
+  For glory an' honor of ole Ste. Flore.
+
+  "I got some trouble aroun' ma place
+    Wit' ma nice leetle girl Rosine,
+  An' I see w'en I 'm lookin' on all de face,
+    You 're knowin' jus' w'at I mean--
+  Very easy to talk, but w'en dey come
+  For seein' her twenty young man ba Gum!
+  I tole you ma frien', it was purty tough,
+  'Sides wan chance in twenty is not enough--
+
+  "Now lissen to me, all you young man
+    Is wantin' ma girl Rosine--
+  I offer a chance an' you 'll understan'
+    It 's bes' you was never seen--
+  Tree minute start I 'll geev'--no more--
+  An' if any young feller upon Ste. Flore
+  Can beat me stickin' de pig nex' fall,
+  Let heem marry ma girl Rosine--dat 's all."
+
+  All right--an' very nex' week he start,
+    De smartes' boy of de lot--
+  An' he 's lovin' Rosine wit' all hees heart,
+    De young Adelard Marcotte--
+  Don't say very moche about w'ere he go,
+  But I t'ink mese'f it was Buffalo--
+  An' plaintee more place on de State dat's beeg
+  W'ere he don't do not'ing but stick de pig.
+
+  So of course he 's pickin' de fancy trick
+    An' ev'ryt'ing else dey got--
+  Work over tam--but he got homesick
+    De young Adelard Marcotte
+  Jus' about tam w'en de fall come along---
+  So den he wissle hees leetle song
+  An' buy tiquette for de ole Ste. Flore,
+  An' back on de village he come some more.
+
+  Ho! Ho! ma Jeremie Bonami,
+    Get ready you'se'f to-day,
+  For you got beeg job you was never see
+    Will tak' all your breat' away--
+  "Come on! come on!" dey be shoutin' loud,
+  De Bishop hese'f could n't draw de crowd
+  Of folk on de parish for mile aroun',
+  Till dey could n't fin' place upon de groun'.
+
+  Hi! Hi! Jeremie, you may sweat an' swear,
+    Your tam is arrive at las'--
+  Dere 's no use pullin' out all your hair
+    Or drinkin' de w'isky glass--
+  Spit on your han' or hitch de pants--
+  You 'll never have anyt'ing lak a chance,
+  Hooraw! Hooraw! let her go wance more,
+  An' Adelard 's champion of all Ste. Flore!
+
+  "Away on de pump!" de crowd is yell,
+    "No use for heem goin' die."
+  Dey nearly drown Jeremie on de well
+    But he 's comin' roun' bimeby
+  Rosine dat 's laughin' away all day
+  Is startin' to cry, an' den she say--
+  "O fader dear, won't you geev' me kiss
+  For I never s'pose it would come to dis?
+
+  "Don't blame de boy over dere, 't was me
+    Dat sen' away Adelard--
+  He 's sorry for beat you, I 'm sure, bâ oui,
+    An' dat 's w'at I 'm cryin' for--
+  'Cos it 's all ma fault you was lick to-day,
+  Don't care w'at anywan else can say--
+  But remember too, an' you 'll not forget
+  De championship 's still on de familee yet."
+            An' de ole man smile.
+
+
+[1] Old proverb of Ste. Flore.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+Dieudonné
+
+(GOD-GIVEN)
+
+  If I sole ma ole blind trotter for fifty dollar cash
+    Or win de beeges' prize on lotterie,
+  If some good frien' die an' lef' me fines' house on St. Eustache,
+    You t'ink I feel more happy dan I be?
+
+  No, sir!  An' I can tole you, if you never know before,
+    W'y de kettle on de stove mak' such a fuss,
+  Wy de robin stop hees singin' an' come peekin' t'roo de door
+    For learn about de nice t'ing 's come to us--
+
+  An' w'en he see de baby lyin' dere upon de bed
+    Lak leetle Son of Mary on de ole tam long ago--
+  Wit' de sunshine an' de shadder makin' ring aroun' hees head,
+    No wonder M'sieu Robin wissle low.
+
+  An' we can't help feelin' glad too, so we call heem Dieudonné;
+    An' he never cry, dat baby, w'en he 's chrissen by de pries'
+  All de sam' I bet you dollar he 'll waken up some day,
+    An' be as bad as leetle boy Bateese.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+THE DEVIL
+
+  Along de road from Bord à Plouffe
+    To Kaz-a-baz-u-a
+  W'ere poplar trees lak sojers stan',
+  An' all de lan' is pleasan' lan',
+  In off de road dere leev's a man
+    Call Louis Desjardins.
+
+  An' Louis, w'en he firse begin
+    To work hees leetle place,
+  He work so hard de neighbors say,
+  "Unless he tak's de easy way
+  Dat feller 's sure to die some day,
+    We see it on hees face."
+
+  'T was lak a swamp, de farm he got,
+    De water ev'ryw'ere--
+  Might drain her off as tight as a drum.
+  An' back dat water is boun' to come
+  In less 'n a day or two--ba Gum!
+    'T would mak' de angel swear.
+
+  So Louis t'ink of de bimeby,
+    If he leev' so long as dat,
+  W'en he 's ole an' blin' an' mebbe deaf,
+  All alone on de house hese'f,
+  No frien', no money, no not'ing lef',
+    An' poor--can't kip a cat.
+
+  So wan of de night on winter tam,
+    W'en Louis is on hees bed,
+  He say out loud lak a crazy man,
+  "I 'm sick of tryin' to clear dis lan',
+  Work any harder I can't stan',
+    Or it will kill me dead.
+
+  "Now if de devil would show hese'f
+    An' say to me, 'Tiens! Louis!
+  Hard tam an' work she 's at an' en',
+  You 'll leev' lak a Grand Seigneur ma frien',
+  If only you 'll be ready w'en
+    I want you to come wit' me.'
+
+  "I 'd say, 'Yass, yass--'maudit! w'at 's dat?'
+    An' he see de devil dere--
+  Brimstone, ev'ryt'ing bad dat smell,
+  You know right away he 's come from--well,
+  De place I never was care to tell--
+    An' wearin' hees long black hair,
+
+  Lak election man, de kin' I mean
+    You see aroun' church door,
+  Spreadin' hese'f on great beeg speech
+  'Bout poor man 's goin' some day be reech,
+  But dat 's w'ere it alway come de heetch,
+    For poor man 's alway poor.
+
+  De only diff'rence--me--I see
+    'Tween devil an' long-hair man
+  It 's hard to say, but I know it 's true,
+  W'en devil promise a t'ing to do
+  Dere 's no mistak', he kip it too--
+    I hope you understan'.
+
+  So de devil spik, "You 're not content,
+    An' want to be reech, Louis--
+  All right, you 'll have plaintee, never fear,
+  No wan can beat you far an' near,
+  An' I 'll leave you alone for t'orty year,
+    An' den you will come wit' me.
+
+  "Be careful now--it 's beeg contrac',
+    So mebbe it 's bes' go slow;
+  For me--de promise I mak' to you
+  Is good as de bank Rivière du Loup
+  For you--w'enever de tam is due,
+    Ba tonder! you got to go."
+
+  Louis try hard to tak' hees tam
+    But w'en he see de fall
+  Comin' along in a week or so,
+  All aroun' heem de rain an' snow
+  An' pork on de bar'l runnin' low,
+    He don't feel good at all.
+
+  An' w'en he t'ink of de swampy farm
+    An' gettin' up winter night,
+  Watchin' de stove if de win' get higher
+  For fear de chimley go on fire,
+  It's makin' poor Louis feel so tire
+    He tell de devil, "All right."
+
+  "Correct," dat feller say right away,
+    "I 'll only say, Au revoir,"
+  An' out of de winder he 's goin' pouf!
+  Beeg nose, long hair, short tail, an' hoof,
+  Off on de road to Bord à Plouffe
+    Crossin' de reever dere.
+
+  W'en Louis get up nex' day, ma frien',
+    Dere 's lot of devil sign--
+  Bar'l o' pork an' keg o' rye,
+  Bag o' potato ten foot high,
+  Pile o' wood nearly touch de sky,
+    Was some o' de t'ing he fin'.
+
+  Suit o' clothes would have cos' a lot
+    An' ev'ryt'ing I dunno,
+  Trotter horse w'en he want to ride
+  Eatin' away on de barn outside,
+  Stan' all day if he 's never tied,
+    An' watch an' chain also.
+
+  An' swamp dat's bodder heem many tam,
+    W'ere is dat swamp to-day?
+  Don't care if you 're huntin' up an' down
+  You won't fin' not'ing but medder groun',
+  An' affer de summer come aroun'
+    W'ere can you see such hay?
+
+  Wall! de year go by, an' Louis leev'
+    Widout no work to do,
+  Rise w'en he lak on winter day,
+  Fin' all de snow is clear away,
+  No fuss, no not'ing, dere 's de sleigh
+    An' trotter waitin' too.
+
+  W'en t'orty year is nearly t'roo
+    An' devil 's not come back
+  'Course Louis say, 'Wall! he forget
+  Or t'ink de tam 's not finish yet;
+  I 'll tak' ma chance an' never fret,"
+    But dat 's w'ere he mak' mistak'.
+
+  For on a dark an' stormy night
+    W'en Louis is sittin' dere,
+  After he fassen up de door
+  De devil come as he come before,
+  Lookin' de sam' only leetle more,
+    For takin' heem--you know w'ere.
+
+  "Asseyez vous, sit down, ma frien',
+    Bad night be on de road;
+  You come long way an' should be tire--
+  Jus' wait an' mebbe I feex de fire--
+  Tak' off your clothes for mak' dem drier,
+    Dey mus' be heavy load."
+
+  Dat 's how poor Louis Desjardins
+    Talk to de devil, sir--
+  Den say, "Try leetle w'isky blanc,
+  Dey 're makin' it back on St. Laurent--
+  It 's good for night dat 's cole an' raw,"
+    But devil never stir,
+
+  Until he smell de smell dat come
+    W'en Louis mak' it hot
+  Wit' sugar, spice, an' ev'ryt'ing.
+  Enough to mak' a man's head sing--
+  For winter, summer, fall an' spring--
+    It 's very bes' t'ing we got.
+
+  An' so de devil can't refuse
+    To try de w'isky blanc,
+  An' say, "I 'm tryin' many drink,
+  An' dis is de fines' I don't t'ink,
+  De firse, ba tonder! mak' me wink--
+    Hooraw, pour Canadaw!"
+
+  "Merci--non, non--I tak' no more,"
+    De devil say at las',
+  "For tam is up wit' you, Louis,
+  So come along, ma frien', wit' me,
+  So many star I 'm sure I see,
+    De storm she mus' be pas'."
+
+  "No hurry--wait a minute, please,"
+    Say Louis Desjardins,
+  "We 'll have a smoke before we 're t'roo,
+  'T will never hurt mese'f or you
+  To try a pipe, or mebbe two,
+    Of tabac Canayen." [1]
+
+  "Wan pipe is all I want for me--
+    We 'll finish our smoke downstair,"
+  De devil say, an' it was enough,
+  For w'en he tak' de very firse puff
+  He holler out, "Maudit! w'at stuff!
+    Fresh air! fresh air!! fresh air!!!"
+
+  An' oh! he was never sick before
+    Till he smoke tabac Bruneau--
+  Can't walk or fly, but he want fresh air,
+  So Louis put heem on rockin' chair
+  An' t'row heem off on de road out dere--
+    An' tole heem go below.
+
+  An' he shut de door an' fill de place
+    Wit' tabac Canayen,
+  An' never come out, an' dat 's a fac'--
+  But smoke away till hees face is black--
+  So dat 's w'y de devil don't come back
+    For Louis Desjardins.
+
+  An' dere he 's yet, an' dere he 'll stay--
+    So weech of de two 'll win
+  Can't say for dat--it 's kin' of a doubt,
+  For Louis, de pipe never leave hees mout',
+  An' night or day can't ketch heem out,
+    An' devil 's too scare go in.
+
+
+[1] Canadian tobacco.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+The Family Laramie
+
+  Hssh! look at ba-bee on de leetle blue chair,
+    W'at you t'ink he 's tryin' to do?
+  Wit' pole on de han' lak de lumberman,
+    A-shovin' along canoe.
+  Dere 's purty strong current behin' de stove,
+    W'ere it 's passin' de chimley-stone,
+  But he 'll come roun' yet, if he don't upset,
+    So long he was lef' alone.
+
+  Dat 's way ev'ry boy on de house begin
+    No sooner he 's twelve mont' ole;
+  He 'll play canoe up an' down de Soo
+    An' paddle an' push de pole,
+  Den haul de log all about de place,
+    Till dey 're fillin' up mos' de room,
+  An' say it 's all right, for de storm las' night
+    Was carry away de boom.
+
+  Mebbe you see heem, de young loon bird,
+    Wit' half of de shell hangin' on,
+  Tak' hees firse slide to de water side,
+    An' off on de lake he 's gone.
+  Out of de cradle dey 're goin' sam' way
+    On reever an' lake an' sea;
+  For born to de trade, dat 's how dey 're made,
+    De familee Laramie.
+
+  An' de reever she 's lyin' so handy dere
+    On foot of de hill below,
+  Dancin' along an' singin' de song
+    As away to de sea she go,
+  No wonder I never can lak dat song,
+    For soon it is comin', w'en
+  Dey 'll lissen de call, leetle Pierre an' Paul,
+    An' w'ere will de moder be den?
+
+  She 'll sit by de shore w'en de evenin's come,
+    An' spik to de reever too:
+  "O reever, you know how dey love you so,
+    Since ever dey 're seein' you,
+  For sake of dat love bring de leetle boy home
+    Once more to de moder's knee."
+  An' mebbe de prayer I be makin' dere
+    Will help bring dem back to me.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+Yankee Families
+
+  You s'pose God love de Yankee
+    An' de Yankee woman too,
+  Lak he love de folk at home on Canadaw?
+    I dunno--'cos if he do,
+  W'at 's de reason he don't geev' dem familee
+  Is dere anybody hangin' roun' can answer me
+  Wile I wait an' smoke dis pipe of good tabac?
+
+  An' now I 'll tole you somet'ing
+    Mebbe help you bimeby,
+  An' dere 's no mistak' it 's w'at dey call sure sign--
+    W'en you miss de baby's cry
+  As you 're goin' mak' some visit on de State
+  Dat 's enough--you need n't ax if de train 's on tam or late,
+  You can bet you 're on de Yankee side de line.
+
+  Unless dere 's oder folk dere,
+    Mebbe wan or two or t'ree,
+  Canayen is comin' workin' on de State--
+    Den you see petite Marie
+  Leetle Joe an' Angelique, Hormisdas an' Dieudonné,
+  But you can't tole half de nam'--it don't matter any way--
+  'Sides de fader he don't t'ink it's not'ing great.
+
+  De moder, you can see her
+    An' she got de basket dere
+  Wit' de fine t'ing for de chil'ren nice an' slick--
+    For dey can't get fat on air--
+  Cucumber, milk, an' onion, some leetle cake also
+  De ole gran'moder 's makin' on de farm few days ago--
+  W'at 's use buy dollar dinner mak' dem sick?
+
+  But look de Yankee woman
+    Wit' de book upon her han',
+  Readin', readin', an' her husban', he can't get
+    Any chance at all, poor man,
+  For sit down, de way de seat's all pile up wit' magazine--
+  De t'ing lak dat on Canadaw is never, never seen.
+  Would n't she be better wit' some chil'ren?  Wall! you bet!
+
+  No wonder dey was bringin'
+    For helpin' dem along
+  So many kin' of feller I dunno--
+    Chinee washee from Kong Kong
+  An' w'at dey call Da-go, was work for dollar a day,
+  But w'en dey mak' some money, off dey 're goin', right away--
+  Dat 's de reason dey was get de nam' Da-go.
+
+  Of course so long dey 're comin'
+    From ev'ry place dey can,
+  Not knowin' moche, dere 's not'ing fuss about
+    Only boss de stranger man--
+  But now dem gang of feller dat 's come across de sea--
+  He 's gettin' leetle smarter, an' he got de familee--
+  So Uncle Sam mus' purty soon look out.
+
+  I wonder he don't know it--
+    It 's funny he don't see
+  Dere 's somet'ing else dan money day an' night--
+    Non--he 'll work hese'f cra-zee,
+  Den travel roun' de worl', an' use de money too--
+  De King hese'f can't spen' lak de Yankee man is do--
+  But w'ere 's de leetle chil'ren? dat's not right!
+
+  W'at 's use of all de money
+    If dere ain't some boy an' girl
+  Mak' it pleasan' for de Yankee an' hees wife
+    W'en dey travel on de worl'?
+  For me an' Eugenie dere 's not'ing we lak bes'
+  Dan gader up de chil'ren an' get dem nicely dress--
+  W'y it 's more dan half de pleasure of our life.
+
+  I love de Yankee woman
+    An' de Yankee man also,
+  An' mebbe dey 'll be wiser bimeby--
+    But I lak dem all to know
+  If dey want to kip deir own, let dem raise de familee--
+  An' den dey 'll boss de contree from de mountain to de sea,
+  For dey 're smart enough to do it if dey try.
+
+[Illustration: Bird's nest]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+The Last Portage
+
+  I'm sleepin' las' night w'en I dream a dream
+  An' a wonderful wan it seem--
+  For I 'm off on de road I was never see,
+  Too long an' hard for a man lak me,
+  So ole he can only wait de call
+  Is sooner or later come to all.
+
+  De night is dark an' de portage dere
+  Got plaintee o' log lyin' ev'ryw'ere,
+  Black bush aroun' on de right an' lef,
+  A step from de road an' you los' you'se'f;
+  De moon an' de star above is gone,
+  Yet somet'ing tell me I mus' go on.
+
+[Illustration: "De moon an' de star above is gone,
+                 Yet somet'ing tell me I mus' go on."]
+
+  An' off in front of me as I go,
+  Light as a dreef of de fallin' snow--
+  Who is dat leetle boy dancin' dere
+  Can see hees w'ite dress an' curly hair,
+  An' almos' touch heem, so near to me
+  In an' out dere among de tree?
+
+  An' den I 'm hearin' a voice is say,
+  "Come along, fader, don't min' de way,
+  De boss on de camp he sen' for you,
+  So your leetle boy 's going to guide you t'roo
+  It 's easy for me, for de road I know,
+  'Cos I travel it many long year ago."
+
+  An' oh! mon Dieu! w'en he turn hees head
+  I 'm seein' de face of ma boy is dead--
+  Dead wit' de young blood in hees vein--
+  An' dere he 's comin' wance more again
+  Wit' de curly hair, an' dark-blue eye,
+  So lak de blue of de summer sky--
+
+  An' now no more for de road I care,
+  An' slippery log lyin' ev'ryw'ere--
+  De swamp on de valley, de mountain too
+  But climb it jus' as I use to do--
+  Don't stop on de road, for I need no res'
+  So long as I see de leetle w'ite dress.
+
+  An' I foller it on, an' wance in a w'ile
+  He turn again wit' de baby smile,
+  An' say, "Dear fader, I 'm here you see
+  We 're bote togeder, jus' you an' me--
+  Very dark to you, but to me it 's light,
+  De road we travel so far to-night.
+
+  "De boss on de camp w'ere I alway stay
+  Since ever de tam I was go away,
+  He welcome de poores' man dat call,
+  But love de leetle wan bes' of all,
+  So dat 's de reason I spik for you
+  An' come to-night for to bring you t'roo."
+
+  Lak de young Jesu w'en he 's here below
+  De face of ma leetle son look jus' so--
+  Den off beyon', on de bush I see
+  De w'ite dress fadin' among de tree--
+  Was it a dream I dream las' night
+  Is goin' away on de morning light?
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+Getting On
+
+  I know I 'm not too young, an' ma back is not as straight
+    As it use to be some feefty year ago--
+  Don't care to go aroun' if de rain is fallin' down
+    'Less de rheumateez is ketch me on de toe--
+  But dat is ma beez-nesse, an' no matter how I feel---
+    Oder folk dey might look out deir own affair
+  'Stead o' w'isperin', "Wall! bâ Gosh! lissen poor Maxime Meloche,
+    How dat leetle drop o' rain is mak' heem swear!
+          De ole man 's gettin' on!"
+
+  Smart folk lak dat, of course, mebbe never hear de news
+    Of de tam he 's comin' sick Guillaume Laroche,
+  Who 's tak' heem home to die w'en de rapide's runnin' high,
+    An' carry heem on hees shoulder t'roo de bush?
+  Oh! no, it was n't me, only wan of dem young man
+    Hardly got de baby moustache on de mout',
+  Dat's de reason w'y I say to mese'f mos' ev'ry day,
+    "Purty hard dere 's not'ing else dan talk about
+          'De ole man 's gettin' on.'"
+
+  W'at 's mak' me feelin' mad is becos dey don't spik out,
+    Non! dey 'll sneak aroun' for watch me as I go,
+  An' if I mebbe spill leetle water on de hill,
+    W'en I 'm comin' from de well down dere below,
+  No use for tellin' me--I know too moche mese'f,
+    Dat 's de tam I 'm very sure dey alway say,
+  "See heem now, how slow he go--don't I offen tole you so?
+    We 're sorry, but Maxime is have hees day,
+          De ole man's gettin' on."
+
+  It's foolish t'ing to do, for dere 's alway hang aroun'
+    Some crazy feller almos' ev'ry day--
+  So I might a' stay at home 'stead o' tryin' feex de boom,
+    Dough I 'm sure de win' is blow de oder way;
+  For I never hear dem shout w'en dey let de water out,
+    An' de log dey come a-bangin' down de chute,
+  But leetle Joe Leblanc ketch me on de pant, hooraw!
+    Den spile de job by w'isperin', "I 'm afraid I spik de trut',
+          De ole man 's gettin' on."
+
+  Only yesterday de pig get loose an' run away,
+    An' de nex' t'ing he was goin' on de corn--
+  So I run an' fetch de stick, an' after heem so quick
+    Jus' to mak' heem feelin' sorry he was born;
+  An' dat pig he laugh at me, an' he fill hees belly full
+    'Fore he 's makin' up his min' for come along--
+  I 'm sure I see heem wink--should n't wonder if he t'ink,
+    "Very easy see dere 's somet'ing goin' wrong--
+          De ole man 's gettin on."
+
+  If only I can get some doctor feex me up,
+    Mak' me feel a leetle looser on de knee--
+  On de shoulder, ev'ryw'ere--ba tonder!  I don't care,
+    I 'le spen' a couple o' dollar, mebbe t'ree--
+  Jus' to larn dem feller dere how to skip an' how to jomp,
+    On de way I beat deir fader long ago--
+  Yass siree! an' purty soon dey 'll sing anoder tune,
+    An' wonder w'at de devil 's dere to show
+          De ole man's gettin' on.
+
+  Oh! dat maudit rheumateez! now she's ketchin' me again
+    On de back becos I 'm leetle bit excite,
+  An' put ma finger down, widout stoopin' on de groun'--
+    But I 'll do dat trick to-morrow, not to-night--
+  All de sam' I often t'ink ev'ry dog is got hees day,
+    Dat 's de lesson I was learnin' on de school;
+  So I can't help feelin' blue w'en I wonder if it 's true
+    W'at dey 're sayin'--dough o' course dey 're only fool--
+          De ole man 's gettin' on.
+
+[Illustration: Thistle]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+Pioneers
+
+  If dey 're walkin' on de roadside, an' dey 're bote in love togeder,
+    An' de star of spring is shinin' wit' de young moon in between,
+  It was purty easy guessin' dey 're not talkin' of de wedder,
+    W'en de boy is comin' twenty, an' de girl is jus' eighteen.
+
+  It 's a sign de winter 's over, an' it 's pleasan' hear de talkin'
+    Of de bull-frog on de swamp dere wit' all hees familee--
+  But it 's lonesome doin' not'ing, an' dere 's not moche fun in walkin',
+    So we fin' some fence dat 's handy for mese'f an' Rosalie.
+
+[Illustration: "So we fin' some fence dat 's handy
+                     for mese'f an' Rosalie."]
+
+  An' I dunno how it happen, w'en her head come on ma shoulder,
+    An' her black eye on de moonlight, lak de star shine--dat 's de way.
+  (Mebbe it 's becos de springtam) so I ketch her han' an' tole her
+    Of how moche I 'd lak to tak' her on some contree far away.
+
+  Den she say, I 'll mak' an offer, if you 're sure you want to tak' me
+    On de place I dunno w'ere--me--you mus' pay beeg price, Jo-seph.
+  You can carry me off to-morrow, so I 'm never comin' back--me--
+    But you 'll lose upon de bargain, for de price I want's you'se'f."
+
+  I was purty good for tradin', mebbe tak' it from ma fader,
+    For de ole man 's alway tryin' show me somet'ing dat was new--
+  But de trade I mak' dat evenin' wit' poor Rosalie, I rader
+    Not say not'ing moche about it, dough it 's bes' I never do.
+
+  So we settle on de reever wit' de bush for miles behin' us--
+    Here we buil' de firse log shaintee, only me an' Rosalie--
+  Dat 's de woman help her husban'! an' w'en winter come an' fin' us
+    We was ready waitin' for heem jus' as happy as could be.
+
+  Bar'l o' pork an' good potato, wan or two oder t'ing too
+    Leetle w'isky, plaintee flour, an' wood-pile stannin' near--
+  Don't min' de hardes' winter, an' fat enough in spring too--
+    De folk dat 's comin' handy w'en you want de contree clear!
+
+  Rosalie, you see her outside on de porch dere wit' her knittin'--
+    Yass, of course I know she 's changin' since de day she marry me--
+  An' she 'll never sit no more dere on de fence lak leetle kitten--
+    She 'd be safer on a stone wall, but she 's still ma Rosalie.
+
+  All alone: de neares' shaintee, over ten mile down de reever--
+    An' might be only yesterday, I 'member it so well--
+  W'en I 'm comin' home wan morning affer trappin' on de beaver,
+    An' ma wife is sayin', "Hurry, go an' fetch Ma-dame Labelle."
+
+  If you 're stan'in' on de bank dere, you mus' t'ink I 'm crazy feller
+    By de way I work de paddle, an' de way canoe she go--
+  But Ma-dame know all about it, an' I never need to tell her,
+    An' we jus' get back in tam' dere for welcome leetle Joe.
+
+  Dat 's de way dem woman 's doin' for help along each oder,
+    For Pierre Labelle he 's comin' now an' den for Rosalie--
+  Of course dere 's many tam too, dey got to be godmoder--
+    An' w'en dey want godfader, w'y dere 's only Pierre an' me.
+
+  Twenty year so hard we 're workin', twenty year reapin', sowin',
+    Choppin' tree an' makin' portage, an' de chil'ren help us too--
+  But it 's never feelin' lonesome w'ile de familee is growin',
+    An' de cradle seldom empty, an' we got so moche to do.
+
+  Den w'en all de work is finish, w'at dey 're callin' de surveyor
+    He 's comin' here an' fin' us, an' of course so well he might--
+  For it 's easy job to foller, w'en de road is lyin' dere,
+    So blin' man he can walk it wit' hees eyes closed, darkes' night.
+
+  An' de nex' t'ing dere 's a township, an' de township bring de taxes,
+    An' it 's leetle hard on us too, dat 's way it seem to me--
+  An' de Gover'ment, I s'pose dey 'll never t'ink at all to ax us
+    For de small account dey 're owin' mese'f an' Rosalie.
+
+  So we 'll see de beeg procession very soon come up de reever--
+    Some will settle on de roadside, some will stay upon de shore--
+  But de ole place we be clearin', I don't t'ink we 'll never leave her,
+    Dough we 're all surroun' by stranger an' we 're
+          in de worl' wance more.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+Natural Philosophy
+
+  Very offen I be t'inkin' of de queer folk goin' roun',
+    And way dey kip a-talkin' of de hard tam get along--
+  May have plaintee money too, an' de healt' be good an' soun'--
+    But you 'll fin' dere 's alway somet'ing goin' wrong--
+  'Course dere may be many reason w'y some feller ought to fret--
+    But me, I 'm alway singin' de only song I know--
+  'T is n't long enough for music, an' so short you can't forget,
+    But it drive away de lonesome, an' dis is how she go,
+      "Jus' tak' your chance, an' try your luck."
+
+  Funny feller 's w'at dey call me--"so diff'ren' from de res',"
+    But ev'rybody got hees fault, as far as I can see--
+  An' all de t'ing I 'm doin', I do it for de bes',
+    Dough w'en I 'm bettin' on a race, dat 's often loss for me--
+  "Oho!" I say, "Alphonse ma frien', to-day is not your day,
+    For more you got your money up, de less your trotter go--
+  But never min' an' don't lie down," dat 's w'at I alway say,
+    An' sing de sam' ole song some more, mebbe a leetle slow--
+      "Jus' tak' your chance, an' try your luck."
+
+  S'pose ma uncle die an' let me honder-dollar, mebbe two--
+    An' I don't tak' hees advice--me--for put heem on de bank--
+  'Stead o' dat, some lot'rie ticket, to see w'at I can do,
+    An' purty soon I 'm findin' out dey 're w'at you call de blank--
+  Wall! de bank she might bus' up dere--somet'ing might go wrong--
+    Dem feller, w'en dey get it, mebbe skip before de night--
+  Can't tell--den w'ere 's your money?  So I sing ma leetle song
+    An' don't boder wit' de w'isky, an' again I feel all right,
+      "Jus' tak' your chance, an' try your luck."
+
+  If you 're goin' to mak' de marry, kip a look out on de eye,
+    But no matter how you 're careful, it was risky anyhow--
+  An' if you 're too unlucky, jus' remember how you try
+    For gettin' dat poor woman, dough she may have got you now--
+  All de sam', it sometam happen dat your wife will pass away--
+    No use cryin', you can't help it--dere 's your duty to you'se'f--
+  You don't need to ax de neighbor, dey will tell you ev'ry day
+    Start again lak hones' feller, for dere's plaintee woman lef'--
+      "Jus' tak' your chance, an' try your luck."
+
+  Poor man lak me, I 'm not'ing: only w'en election 's dere,
+    An' ev'rybody 's waitin' to ketch you by de t'roat--
+  De money I be makin' den, wall! dat was mon affaire--
+    An' affer all w'at diff'rence how de poor man mak' de vote?
+  So I do ma very bes'--me--wit' de wife an' familee--
+    On de church door Sunday morning, you can see us all parade--
+  Len' a frien' a half a dollar, an' never go on spree--
+    So w'en I 'm comin' die--me--no use to be afraid--
+      "Jus' tak' your chance, an' try your luck."
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+Champlain
+
+  "W'ere 'll we go?" says Pierre de Monts,[1]
+    To hese'f as he walk de forwar' deck,
+  "For I got ma share of Trois Rivières
+    An' I never can lak Kebeck--
+  Too moche Nort' Pole--maudit! it 's cole
+    Oh! la! la! de win' blow too.
+  An' I 'm sure w'at I say, M'sieu Pontgravé
+    He know very well it 's true.
+
+  But here 's de boat, an' we 're all afloat
+    A honder an' fifty ton--
+  An' look at de lot of man we got,
+    No better beneat' de sun--
+  Provision, too, for all de crew
+    An' pries' for to say de prayer,
+  So mes chers amis, dey can easy see
+    De vessel mus' pass somew'ere.
+
+  If I only know de way to go
+    For findin' some new an' pleasan' lan',"
+  But jus' as he spik, he turn roun' quick,
+    An' dere on de front, sir, stan' de Man.
+  "You was callin' me, I believe," says he,
+    As brave as a lion--"Tiens!
+  W'en we reach de sea, an' de ship is free,
+    You can talk wit' Samuel de Champlain." [2]
+
+  Wan look on hees eye an' he know for w'y
+    Young Samuel spik no more,
+  So he shake hees han', an' say, "Young man,
+    Too bad you don't come before;
+  But now you are here, we 'll geev' t'ree cheer,
+    An' away w'erever you want to go--
+  For I lak your look an' swear on de Book
+    You 'll fin' de good frien' on Pierre de Monts."
+
+  So de sail 's set tight, an' de win' is right,
+    For it 's blowin' dem to de wes'--
+  An' dey say deir prayer, for God knows w'ere
+    De anchor will come to res'--
+  Adieu to de shore dey may see no more--
+    Good-bye to de song an' dance--
+  De girl dey love, an' de star above
+    Kipin' watch on de lan' of France.
+
+  Den it 's "Come below, M'sieu Pierre de Monts,"
+    Champlain he say to de capitaine--
+  "An' I 'll tell to you, w'at I t'ink is true
+    Dough purty hard, too, for understan'--
+  I dream a dream an' it alway seem
+    Dat God hese'f he was say to me--
+  'Rise up, young man, de quick you can
+    An' sail your ship on de western sea.
+
+  "'De way may be long, an' de win' be strong,
+    An' wave sweep over de leetle boat--
+  But never you min', an' you 're sure to fin',
+    If you trus' in me, you will kip afloat.'
+  An' I tak' dat ship, an' I mak' de trip
+    All on de dream I was tellin' you--
+  An' oh! if you see w'at appear to me,
+    I wonder w'at you was a-t'inkin' too?
+
+  "I come on de lan' w'ere dere 's no w'ite man--
+    I come on de shore w'ere de grass is green--
+  An' de air is clear as de new-born year,
+    An' of all I was see, dis lan's de Queen--
+  So I 'm satisfy if we only try
+    An' fin' if dere 's anyt'ing on ma dream,
+  An' I 'll show de way," Champlain is say--
+    Den Pierre de Monts he is answer heem,
+
+  "All right, young man, do de bes' you can--
+    So long you don't bring me near Kebeck--
+  Or Trois Rivières, not moche I care,
+    An' I hope your dream's comin' out correc'."
+  So de brave Champlain he was say, "Tres bien,"
+    An' soon he was boss of de ship an' crew
+  An' pile on de sail, wedder calm or gale--
+    Oh! dat is de feller know w'at to do.
+
+  Don't I see heem dere wit' hees long black hair
+    On de win' blowin' out behin'--
+  Watchin' de ship as she rise an' dip,
+    An' always follerin' out de Sign?
+  An' day affer day I can hear heem say
+    To de sailor man lonesome for home an' frien',
+  "Cheer up, mes amis, for soon you will see
+    De lan' risin' up on de oder en'."
+
+  Wall! de tam go by, an' still dey cry
+    "Oh! bring us back for de familee's sake."
+  Even Pierre de Monts fin' it leetle slow
+    An' t'ink mebbe somebody mak' mistake--
+  But he don't geev' in for he 's boun' to win'--
+    De young Champlain--an' hees heart grow strong
+  W'en de voice he hear say, "Never fear;
+    You won't have to suffer for very long."
+
+  Alone on de bow I can see heem now
+    Wan mornin' in May w'en de sun was rise--
+  Smellin' de air lak a bloodhoun', dere--
+    An' de light of de Heaven shine on hees eyes.
+  A minute or more he is wait before
+    He tak' off de hat an' raise hees han'--
+  Den down on de knee, sayin', "Dieu merci!"
+    He cross hese'f dere, an' I understan'--
+
+  "Ho! Ho! De Monts! are you down below,
+    Sleepin' so soun' on de bed somew'ere?
+  If you 're feelin' well, come up an' tell
+    W'at kin' of a cloud you be seein' dere."
+  Den every wan shout w'en de voice ring out
+    Of de young Champlain on dat summer day,
+  "Lan'! it is lan'!" cry de sailor man--
+    You can hear dem holler ten mile away.
+
+  Port Rossignol is de place dey call
+    (I 'm sorry dat nam' it was disappear);
+  An' mos' ev'ry tree dem Frenchman see
+    Got nice leetle bird singin', "Welcome here."
+  An' happy dey were, dem voyageurs
+    An' de laugh come out on de sailors' face--
+  No wonder, too, w'en de shore dey view,
+    For w'ere can you see it de better place?
+
+        *      *      *      *      *      *
+
+  If you want to fin' w'at is lef' behin'
+    Of de story I try very hard tell you,
+  Don't bodder me now or raise de row,
+    But study de book de sam' I do.
+
+
+[1] De-mo.
+
+[2] Shaum-pla.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+Pro Patria
+
+  Was leevin' across on de State Vermont;
+    W'ere mountain so high you see--
+  Got plaintee to do, so all I want
+    Is jus' to be quiet--me--
+  No bodder, no fuss, only work aroun'
+    On job I don't lak refuse--
+  But affer de familee settle down
+    It 's come w'at dey call war-news.
+
+  De Spanish da-go he was gettin' mad,
+    An' he 's dangerous l'Espagnol!
+  An' ev'ry wan say it was lookin' bad,
+    Not safe on de State at all--
+  So Yankee he 's tryin' for sell hees farm,
+    An' town 's very moche excite,
+  Feexin' de gun an' de fire-alarm,
+    An' ban' playin' ev'ry night.
+
+  An' soon dere 's comin', all dress to kill,
+    Beeg feller from far away,
+  Shoutin' lak devil on top de hill,
+    An' dis is de t'ing he say--
+
+  "Strike for your home an' your own contree!
+  Strike for your native lan'!
+  Kip workin' away wit' de spade an' hoe,
+  Den jump w'en you hear de bugle blow,
+  For danger 's aroun', above, below,
+  But de bugle will tell if it 's tam to go."
+
+  An' he tak' de flag wit' de star an' stripe,
+    An' holler out--"Look at me!
+  If any wan touch dat flag, bâ cripe!
+    He 's dead about wan--two--t'ree."
+  Den he pull it aroun' heem few more tam,
+    An' sit on de rockin' chair,
+  Till somebody cheer for hees Uncle Sam,
+    Dough I don't see de ole man dere.
+
+  I got a long story for tell dat night
+    On poor leetle Rose Elmire,
+  An' she say she 's sorry about de fight
+    We 're doin' so well down here--
+  But it 's not our fault an' we can't help dat,
+    De law she is made for all,
+  So our duty is wait for de rat-tat-tat
+    Of drum an' de bugle call.
+
+  An' it 's busy week for Elmire an' me,
+    I 'm sure you 'd pity us too--
+  Workin' so hard lak you never see,
+    For dere 's plaintee o' job to do--
+  Den half o' de night packin' up de stuff
+    We got on de small cabane--
+  An' buyin' a horse, dough he cos' enough,
+    For Yankee 's a hard trade man.
+
+  An' how can I sleep if ma wife yell out--
+    "Gédéon, dere she goes!"
+  An' bang an' tear all de house about
+    W'en Johnnie is blow hees nose?
+  Poor leetle chil'ren dey suffer too,
+    Lyin' upon de floor,
+  Wit' de bed made up, for dey never go
+    On de worl' lak dat before.
+
+  We got to be ready, of course, an' wait--
+    De chil'ren, de wife, an' me,
+  For show de Yankee upon de State,
+    Ba Golly! how smart we be.
+  You know de game dey call checker-boar'?
+    Wall! me an' ma wife Elmire,
+  We 're playin' dat game on de outside door
+    Wit' leetle wan gader near;
+
+  Jus' as de sun on de sky go down
+    An' mountain dey seem so fine,
+  Ev'ryt'ing quiet, don't hear a soun',
+    So I 'm lookin' across de line.
+  An' I t'ink of de tam I be leevin' dere
+    On county of Yamachiche,
+  De swamp on de bush w'ere I ketch de hare
+    De reever I use to feesh.
+
+  An' ma wife Elmire w'en she see de tear,
+    She cry leetle bit herse'f--
+  Put her han' on ma neck, an' say, "Ma dear,
+    I 'm sorry we never lef';
+  But money 's good t'ing, an' dere 's nice folk too,
+    Leevin' upon Vermont--
+  Got plaintee o' work for me an' you--
+    Is dere anyt'ing more we want?
+
+  Dere 's w'at dey 're callin' de war beez-nesse--
+    It 's troublesome t'ing, of course,
+  But no gettin' off--mus' strike wit' de res',
+    No matter--it might be worse--
+  We 're savin' along--never lose a day,
+    An' ready w'en bugle blow--"
+  But dat was de very las' word she say,
+    For dere it commence to go,
+
+  Blowin' away on de mountain dere,
+    W'ere snow very seldom melts,
+  Down by de reever an' ev'ryw'ere,
+    We could n't hear not'ing else--
+  Nobody stop to fin' out de place,
+    Too busy for dat to-day--
+  But we never forget de law in de case
+    W'en feller he spik dis way--
+
+  "Strike for your home an' your own contree!
+  Strike for your native lan'!
+  Kip workin' away wit' de spade an' hoe,
+  Den jump w'en you hear de bugle blow,
+  For danger 's aroun', above, below,
+  But de bugle will tell if it 's tam to go."
+
+  An' de chil'ren yell, an' de checker-boar'
+    Don't do her no good at all--
+  An' nobody never jump before
+    Lak de crowd w'en dey hear de call,
+  Dat was de familee,--bet your life
+    I 'm prouder, bâ Gosh! to-day
+  Mese'f, de leetle wan, an' de wife,
+    Dan anyt'ing I can say--
+
+  'Cos nobody strike on de way we do--
+    For home an' deir own contree--
+  Wit' fedder bed, stove, de cradle too,
+    An' ev'ryt'ing else we see--
+  Pilin' de wagon up ten foot high
+    Goin' along de road--
+  An' de Yankee say as we 're passin' by
+    Dey never see such a load--
+
+  So dat 's how we 're comin' to Yamachiche--
+    An' dat 's w'y we 're stayin' here--
+  Jus' to be quiet an' hunt an' feesh,
+    Not'ing at all to fear--
+  An' if ever you lissen de Yankee folk
+    Brag an' kick up de fuss--
+  An' say we 're lak cattle upon de yoke,
+    An' away dey can trot from us--
+
+[Illustration: "Jus' tell dem de news of Gédéon Plouffe--
+                 How he jump wit' de familee."]
+
+  Jus' tell dem de news of Gédéon Plouffe--
+    How he jump wit' de familee
+  An' strike w'en de bugle is raise de roof
+    For home an' hees own contree.
+
+[Illustration: Flower]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+Getting Stout
+
+  Eighteen, an' face lak de--w'at 's de good?
+    Dere 's no use tryin' explain
+  De way she 's lookin', dat girl Marie--
+    But affer it pass, de rain,
+  An' sun come out of de cloud behin',
+    An' laugh on de sky wance more--
+  Wall! dat is de way her eye it shine
+    W'en she see me upon de door.
+
+  An' dere she 's workin' de ole-tam sash,
+    De fines' wan, too, for sure.
+  "Who is it for, ma belle Marie--
+    You 're makin' de nice ceinture?
+  Come out an' sit on de shore below,
+    For watchin' dem draw de net,
+  Ketchin' de feesh," an' she answer, "No,
+    De job is n't finish yet;
+
+  "Stan' up, Narcisse, an' we 'll see de fit.
+    Dat sash it was mak' for you,
+  For de ole wan 's gettin' on, you know,
+    An' o' course it 'll never do
+  If de boy I marry can't go an' spen'
+    W'at dey 're callin' de weddin' tour
+  Wit' me, for visitin' all hees frien',
+    An' not have a nice ceinture."
+
+  An' den she measure dat sash on me,
+    An' I fin' it so long an' wide
+  I pass it aroun' her, an' dere we stan',
+    De two of us bote inside--
+  "Could n't be better, ma chère Marie,
+    Dat sash it is fit so well--
+  It jus' suit you, an' it jus' suit me,
+    An' bote togeder, ma belle."
+
+  So I wear it off on de weddin' tour
+    An' long after dat also,
+  An' never a minute I 'm carin' how
+    De win' of de winter blow--
+  Don't matter de cole an' frosty night--
+    Don't matter de stormy day,
+  So long as I 'm feex up close an' tight
+    Wit' de ole ceinture fleché.
+
+  An' w'ere 's de woman can beat her now,
+    Ma own leetle girl Marie?
+  For we 're marry to-day jus' feefty year
+    An' never a change I see--
+  But wan t'ing strange, dough I try ma bes'
+    For measure dat girl wance more,
+  She say--"Go off wit' de foolishness,
+    Or pass on de outside door.
+
+  "You know well enough dat sash get tight
+    Out on de snow an' wet
+  Drivin' along on ev'ry place,
+    Den how can it fit me yet?
+  Shows w'at a fool you be, Narcisse,
+    W'enever you go to town;
+  Better look out, or I call de pries'
+    For makin' you stan' aroun'."
+
+  But me, I 'm sure it was never change,
+    Dat sash on de feefty year--
+  An' I can't understan' to-day at all,
+    W'at 's makin' it seem so queer--
+  De sash is de sam', an' woman too,
+    Can't fool me, I know too well--
+  But woman, of course dey offen do
+    Some funny t'ing--you can't tell!
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+Doctor Hilaire
+
+  A stranger might say if he see heem drink till he almos' fall,
+  "Doctor lak dat for sick folk, he 's never no use at all,"
+  But wait till you hear de story dey 're tellin' about heem yet,
+  An' see if you don't hear somet'ing, mebbe you won't forget.
+
+  Twenty odd year she 's marry, Belzemire Lafreniere,
+  An' oh! but she 's feelin' lonesome 'cos never a sign is dere--
+  Purty long tam for waitin', but poor leetle Belzemire
+  She 's bad enough now for pay up all of dem twenty year.
+
+  Call heem de oldes' doctor, call heem de younges' wan,
+  Bring dem along, no matter if ev'ry dollar 's gone--
+  T'ree of dem can't do not'ing, workin' for two days dere,
+  She was a very sick woman, Belzemire Lafreniere.
+
+  Pierre he was cryin', cryin' out on de barn behin',
+  Neighbors tryin' to kip heem goin' right off hees min',
+  W'en somebody say, "Las' winter, ma wife she is nearly go,
+  An' who do you t'ink is save her? ev'ry wan surely know.
+
+  "Drink? does he drink de w'isky? don't care I 'm hees only frien',
+  Dere 's only wan answer comin'.  Wall! leetle bit now an' den
+  Doctor Hilaire he tak' it, but if it was me or you
+  Leevin' on Beausejour dere, w'at are you goin' to do?
+
+  "An' so you may t'ank de w'isky, 'cos w'ere 'll he be to-day
+  If he never is drinkin' not'ing?  Many a mile away
+  Off on de great beeg city, makin' de money quick,
+  W'ere ev'ry wan want de doctor w'enever he 's leetle sick.
+
+  "Remember de way to get heem is tell heem it's bad, bad case,
+  Or Doctor Hilaire you 'll never see heem upon dis place!
+  Tell heem dere 's two life waitin', an' sure to be comin' die
+  Unless he is hurry quicker dan ever de bird can fly.
+
+  "T'orty mile crick is runnin' over de road, I 'm sure,
+  But if you can fin' de crossin' you 'll ketch heem at Beausejour.
+  Sober or drunk, no matter, bring heem along you mus',
+  For Doctor Hilaire 's de only man of de lot for us."
+
+  Out wit' de quickes' horse den, Ste. Genevieve has got,
+  An' if ever you show your paces, now is de tam to trot--
+  Johnnie Dufresne is drivin', w'at! never hear tell of heem,
+  Off on de Yankee circus, an' han'le a ten-horse team?
+
+  Dat was de lonesome journey over de mountain high,
+  Down w'ere de w'ite fog risin' show w'ere de swamp is lie,
+  An' drive as he can de faster, an' furder away he get,
+  Johnnie can hear dat woman closer an' closer yet.
+
+  Offen he tell about it, not'ing he never do
+  Geev' heem de funny feelin' Johnnie is goin' t'roo,
+  But he is sure of wan t'ing, if Belzemire 's comin' die,
+  Poor woman, she 'd never foller affer heem wit' her cry.
+
+  Dat is de t'ing is cheer heem, knowin' she is n't gone,
+  So he answer de voice a-callin', tellin' her to hol' on,
+  Till he bring her de help she 's needin' if only she wait a w'ile
+  Dat is de way he 's doin' all of dem t'orty mile--
+
+  Lucky he was to-night, too, for place on de crick he got,
+  Search on de light of day-tam, he could n't fin' better spot,
+  But jus' as it happen', mebbe acre or two below,
+  Is place w'ere de ole mail-driver 's drownin' a year ago.
+
+  W'ere is de road? he got it, an' very soon Beausejour
+  Off on de hillside lyin', dere she is, small an' poor,
+  Lookin' so lak starvation might a' been t'roo de war,
+  An' dere, on de bar-room sleepin', de man he is lookin' for.
+
+  Drunk? he is worse dan ever--poor leetle man! too bad!
+  Lissen to not'ing neider, but Johnnie is feel so glad
+  Ketchin' heem dere so easy, 'fore he can answer, "No"--
+  He 's tyin' heem on de buggy, an' off on de road he go--
+
+  Half o' de journey 's over, half o' de night is pass,
+  W'en Doctor Hilaire stop swearin', an' start to get quiet at las'--
+  Don't do any good ax Johnnie lettin' heem loose again,
+  For if any man tak' de chances, would n't be Johnnie Dufresne.
+
+  Hooraw for de black horse trotter! hooraw for de feller drive!
+  An' wan leetle cheer for Belzemire dat 's kipin' herse'f alive
+  Till Johnnie is bring de doctor, an' carry heem on de door
+  An' loosen heem out as sober as never he was before.
+
+  Quiet inside de house now, quiet de outside too,
+  Look at each oder smokin', dat 's about all we do;
+  An' jus' as we feel, ba tonder! no use, we mus' talk or die,
+  Dere on de house we 're hearin' poor leetle baby's cry.
+
+  Dat 's all, but enough for makin' tear comin' down de face,
+  An' Pierre, if you only see heem jumpin' aroun' de place
+  You 'd t'ink of a colt in spring-tam--den off on de barn we go
+  W'ere somebody got de bottle for drinkin' de healt', you know.
+
+  Takin' it too moche w'isky, is purty hard job to cure,
+  But only for poor ole w'isky, village of Beausejour
+  Can never have such a doctor, an' dat 's w'y it aint no tam
+  Talk very moche agin it, but fill her up jus' de sam'.
+
+  An' drink to de baby's moder, here 's to de baby too,
+  An' Doctor Hilaire, anoder, beeger dan all, for you.
+  For sober or drunk, no matter, so long as he understan'
+  It's very bad case is waitin', Doctor Hilaire 's de man.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+Barbotte (Bull-pout)
+
+  Dere 's some lak dory, an' some lak bass,
+    An' plaintee dey mus' have trout--
+  An' w'ite feesh too, dere 's quite a few
+    Not satisfy do widout--
+  Very fon' of sucker some folk is, too,
+    But for me, you can go an' cut
+  De w'ole of dem t'roo w'at you call menu,
+    So long as I get barbotte--
+          Ho! Ho! for me it 's de nice barbotte.
+
+  No fuss to ketch heem--no row at all,
+    De sam' as you have wit' bass--
+  Never can tell if you hook heem well,
+    An' mebbe he 's gone at las'!
+  An' trout, wall! any wan 's ketchin' trout
+    Dey got to be purty smart--
+  But leetle bull-pout, don't have to look out,
+    For dem feller got no heart--
+          Good t'ing, dey ain't got no heart
+
+  Dat 's wan of de reason I lak heem too--
+    For all you have got to do
+  Is takin' your pole on de feeshin' hole
+    An' anchor de ole canoe--
+  Den spit on de worm for luck, an' pass
+    De leetle hook up de gut,
+  An' drop it down slow, jus' a minute or so,
+    An' pull up de nice barbotte,
+          Ha! Ha! de fine leetle fat barbotte.
+
+  Pleasan' to lissen upon de spring
+    De leetle bird sing hees song,
+  Wile you watch de line an' look out for sign
+    Of mooshrat swimmin' along;
+  Den tak' it easy an' smoke de pipe,
+    An' w'ere is de man has got
+  More fun dan you on de ole canoe
+    W'en dey 're bitin', de nice barbotte--
+          De nice leetle fat barbotte.
+
+  No runnin' aroun' on de crick for heem,
+    No jompin' upon de air,
+  Makin' you sweat till your shirt is wet
+    An' sorry you 're comin' dere--
+  Foolin' away wit' de rod an' line
+    Mebbe de affernoon--
+  For sure as he bite he 's dere all right,
+    An' you 're ketchin' heem very soon--
+          Yass sir! you 're gettin' heem purty soon.
+
+  Den tak' heem off home wit' a dozen more
+    An' skin heem so quick you can,
+  Fry heem wit' lard, an' you 'll fin' it hard
+    To say if dere 's on de pan
+  Such feesh as dat on de worl' before
+    Since Adam, you know, is shut
+  Out of de gate w'en he 's comin' home late,
+    As de nice leetle fat barbotte--
+          Dat 's true, de nice leetle sweet barbotte.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Lyrics and melody of "The Rossignol"]
+
+
+[Illustration: Lyrics and melody of "The Rossignol"--Concluded]
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+
+THE ROSSIGNOL
+
+Air--"Sur la Montagne"
+
+  Jus' as de sun is tryin'
+    Climb on de summer sky
+  Two leetle bird come flyin'
+    Over de mountain high--
+  Over de mountain, over de mountain,
+  Hear dem call,
+  Hear dem call--poor leetle rossignol!
+
+  Out of de nes' togeder,
+    Broder an' sister too,
+  Out on de summer wedder
+    W'en de w'ole worl' is new--
+  Over de mountain, over de mountain,
+  Hear dem call,
+  Hear dem call--poor leetle rossignol!
+
+  No leetle heart was lighter,
+    No leetle bird so gay,
+  Never de sun look brighter
+    Dan he is look to-day--
+  Over de mountain, over de mountain,
+  Hear dem call,
+  Hear dem call--poor leetle rossignol!
+
+  W'y are dey leave de nes' dere
+    W'ere dey was still belong?
+  Better to stay an' res' dere
+    Until de wing is strong.
+  Over de mountain, over de mountain,
+  Hear dem call,
+  Hear dem call--poor leetle rossignol!
+
+  W'at is dat watchin' dere now
+    Up on de maple tall,
+  Better look out, tak' care now,
+    Poor leetle rossignol,
+  Over de mountain, over de mountain,
+  Hear dem call,
+  Hear dem call--poor leetle rossignol!
+
+  Here dey are comin' near heem
+    Singin' deir way along--
+  How can dey know to fear heem
+    Poor leetle bird so young--
+  Over de mountain, over de mountain,
+  Hear dem call,
+  Hear dem call--poor leetle rossignol!
+
+  Moder won't hear you cryin',
+    W'at is de use to call,
+  W'en he is comin' flyin'
+    Quick as de star is fall?
+  Over de mountain, over de mountain,
+  Hear dem call,
+  Hear dem call--poor leetle rossignol?
+
+        *      *      *      *
+
+  Up w'ere de nes' is lyin',
+    High on de cedar bough,
+  W'ere de young hawk was cryin'
+    Soon will be quiet now.
+  Over de mountain, over de mountain,
+  Hear heem call,
+  Hear heem call--poor leetle rossignol!
+
+  If he had only kissed her,
+    Poor leetle rossignol!
+  But he was los' hees sister,
+    An' it 's alone he call--
+  Over de mountain, over de mountain,
+  Hear heem call,
+  Hear heem call--poor leetle rossignol!
+
+  Only a day of gladness,
+    Only a day of song,
+  Only a night of sadness
+    Lastin' de w'ole life long.
+  Over de mountain, over de mountain,
+  Hear heem call,
+  Hear heem call--poor leetle rossignol!
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+Meb-be
+
+  A quiet boy was Joe Bedotte,
+    An' no sign anyw'ere
+  Of anyt'ing at all he got
+    Is up to ordinaire--
+  An' w'en de teacher tell heem go
+    An' tak' a holiday,
+  For wake heem up, becos' he 's slow,
+    Poor Joe would only say,
+          "Wall! meb-be."
+
+  Don't bodder no wan on de school
+    Unless dey bodder heem,
+  But all de scholar t'ink he 's fool
+    Or walkin' on a dream--
+  So w'en dey 're closin' on de spring
+    Of course dey 're moche surprise
+  Dat Joe is takin' ev'ry-t'ing
+    Of w'at you call de prize.
+
+[Illustration: "Don't bodder no wan on de school
+                 Unless dey bodder heem."]
+
+  An' den de teacher say, "Jo-seph,
+    I know you 're workin' hard--
+  Becos' w'en I am pass mese'f
+    I see you on de yard
+  A-splittin' wood--no doubt you stay
+    An' study half de night?"
+  An' Joe he spik de sam' ole way
+    So quiet an' polite,
+          "Wall! meb-be."
+
+  Hees fader an' hees moder die
+    An' lef' heem dere alone
+  Wit' chil'ren small enough to cry,
+    An' farm all rock an' stone--
+  But Joe is fader, moder too,
+    An' work bote day an' night
+  An' clear de place--dat 's w'at he do,
+    An' bring dem up all right.
+
+  De Curé say, "Jo-seph, you know
+    Le bon Dieu 's very good--
+  He feed de small bird on de snow,
+    De caribou on de wood--
+  But you deserve some credit too--
+    I spik of dis before."
+  So Joe he dunno w'at to do
+    An' only say wance more,
+          "Wall! meb-be."
+
+  An' Joe he leev' for many year
+    An' helpin' ev'ry wan
+  Upon de parish far an' near
+    Till all hees money 's gone--
+  An' den de Curé come again
+    Wit' tear-drop on hees eye--
+  He know for sure poor Joe, hees frien',
+    Is well prepare to die.
+
+  "Wall! Joe, de work you done will tell
+    W'en you get up above--
+  De good God he will treat you well
+    An' geev' you all hees love.
+  De poor an' sick down here below,
+    I 'm sure dey 'll not forget,"
+  An' w'at you t'ink he say, poor Joe,
+    Drawin' hees only breat'?
+          "Wall! meb-be."
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+Snubbing (Tying-up) the Raft
+
+  Las' night dey 're passin', de golden plover,
+    Dis mornin' I 'm seein' de bluebird's wing,
+  So if not'ing go wrong, de winter 's over,
+    An' not very long till we got de spring.
+
+  An' nex' t'ing de reever she 'll start a-hummin',
+    An' den you 'll hear it, de song an' laugh,
+  Is tellin' de news, de boys are comin'
+    Home again on de saw-log raf'.
+
+  All very well for see dem swingin'
+    Roun' de beeg islan' dere on de bay,
+  Nice t'ing too, for to hear dem singin',
+    'Cos it mak' me t'ink of de good ole day.
+
+  An' me--I could lissen dem song forever,
+    But it is n't so pleasan' w'en evenin' fall,
+  An' dey 're lookin' for place to stay, an' never
+    Snub de raf' on ma place at all---
+
+  Dat 's de fine cove if dey only know it--
+    Hard to fin' better on St. Maurice,
+  Up de reever or down below it,
+    An' house on de hill only leetle piece.
+
+  W'at is de reason den, w'en dey fin' dem
+    Raf' comin' near me, dey all get scare,
+  An' pull lak de devil was close behin' dem,
+    An' 'way down de reever to Joe Belair?
+
+  Two mile more, wit' de rock an' stone dere,
+    An' water so shallow can't float canoe,
+  But ev'ry boy of de gang, he 's goin' dere,
+    Even de cook, an' de captain too--
+
+  W'at is de reason, I lak to know--me--
+    Ma own leetle cove 's lyin' empty dere,
+  An' nobody stop till dey go below me,
+    Snubbin' de raf' on Joe Belair?
+
+  Not'ing lak dat twenty year ago, sir,
+    W'en voyageurs' comin' from up above,
+  Dere 's only wan place us feller know, sir,
+    W'en dey 're goin' ashore, an' dat's de cove.
+
+  An' dere on door of de house she 's stan'nin'
+    To welcome us back, Madame Baribeau,
+  An' Pierre hese'f, he was on de lan'nin',
+    Ready for ketchin' de rope we t'row.
+
+  An' oh! de girl use to mak' us crazy--
+    For many a fine girl Pierre has got--
+  Right on de jomp too--never lazy,
+    But Sophie 's de fines' wan of de lot.
+
+  Me--I was only a comon feller,
+    An' love--wall! jus' lak de leetle calf,
+  An' it's true, I 'm sure, w'at dey offen tell her,
+    I 'm de uglies' man on boar' de raf'.
+
+  But Sophie 's so nice an' good shese'f too,
+    De uglies' man upon all de worl'
+  Forget hees face an' forget hese'f too,
+    T'ree minute affer he see dat girl--
+
+  An' dat 's de reason de chance is better,
+    For you must n't be t'ink of you'se'f at all,
+  But t'ink of de girl if you want to get her,
+    An' so we 're marry upon de fall.
+
+  An' purty soon den dey all get started,
+    For marryin' fever come so strong
+  W'en de firse wan go, dat dey 're broken-hearted
+    An' tak' mos' anyt'ing come along.
+
+  So Joe Belair, w'en hees house is buil' dere,
+    He go down de reever wit' Eugenie,
+  An' place I settle on top de hill dere,
+    De ole man geev' it to Sophie an' me.
+
+  An' along dey come, wan foller de oder,
+    Dozen o' girl--not a boy at all--
+  Never a girl tak' affer de moder,
+    But all lak de fader, beeg an' small--
+
+  A dozen o' girl, of course, no wonder
+    A few of dem look lak me--sapree!
+  But w'en dey 're comin' dat way, ba tonder!
+    She 's jus' a leetle too moche for me.
+
+  An' Joe Belair, he was down below me,
+    Funny t'ing too, he is ketch also,
+  Ev'ryt'ing girl--how it come dunno--me--
+    But dey 're all lak de familee Baribeau--
+
+  Growin' up purty de sam' de moder--
+    An' soon as dey know it along de shore
+  De boys stop comin', an' never bodder
+    For snub de raf' on ma place no more--
+
+  So w'at is de chance ma girl she 's gettin',
+    Don't care w'ere I look, none at all I see,
+  No use, I s'pose, kipin' on a-frettin',
+    Dough it's very hard case poor man lak me.
+
+  W'at 'll I do for bring dem here,--me?
+    Can't be blowin' dem to de moon--
+  Or buil' a dam on de reever near me
+    For fear we 're sure to be drownin' soon.
+
+  To-night I can hear hees darn ole fiddle,
+    Playin' away on Joe Belair--
+  Can hear heem holler, "Pass down de middle
+    An' dance on your partner over dere."
+
+[Illustration: "To-night I can hear hees darn ole fiddle,
+                 Playin' away on Joe Belair."]
+
+  Pleasan' t'ing too, for to smell de w'isky
+    Off on de leetle back room--bâ oui--
+  Helpin' de ole folk mak' dem frisky,
+    Very pleasan' for dem, but not for me--
+
+  Oh! it mak' me mad, an' I 'm tire tryin'
+    To show how I feel, an' it 's hard to tell--
+  So I 'll geev' it up, for dere 's no good cryin';
+    'Sides w'at is de use of a two-mile smell?
+
+  Non!--I don't go dere if dey all invite me,
+    Or de worl' itse'f--she come to an' en'.
+  De Bishop hese'f, ba Gosh! can write me,
+    But Jo-seph Belair, he 's no more ma frien'
+
+  Can't fin' me dere if de sky come down, sir,
+    I rader ma girl she would never dance--
+  But far away, off on de Yankee town, sir,
+    I 'll tak' dem w'ere mebbe dey have a chance.
+
+  An' reever an' cove, dough I 'll not forget dem,
+    An' voyageurs too, an' Joe Belair,
+  Can do w'at dey lak, an' me--I 'll let dem
+    Go w'ere dey want to, for I don't care.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+A Rainy Day in Camp
+
+  A rainy day in camp! how you draw the blankets closer,
+    As the big drops patter, patter on the shingles overhead,
+  How you shudder when recalling your wife's "You ought to know, sir,
+    That it 's dangerous and improper to smoke a pipe in bed."
+
+  A rainy day in camp! is it possible to find better?
+    Tho' the lake is like a caldron, and aloft the thunder rolls;
+  Yet the old canoe is safely on the shore where you can let her
+    Stay as long as Jupiter Pluvius in the clouds is punching holes.
+
+  A rainy day in camp! and the latest publication
+    That the mice have left unnibbled, tells you all about "Eclipse,"
+  How the Derby fell before him, how he beat equine creation,
+    But the story yields to slumber with the pipe between your lips.
+
+  Wake again and turn the pages, where they speak of Lester Wallack
+    And the heroes of the buskin over thirty years ago--
+  Then in case the damp surroundings cause an inconvenient colic,
+    What 's the matter with the treatment neutralizing H(sub 2)O?
+
+  A rainy day in camp! what an interesting collection,
+    In this magazine so ancient, of items small and great--
+  The History of the Negro, illustrating every section,
+    So different from the present White House Colored Fashion Plate!
+
+  A rainy day in camp! and you wonder how the C. P.
+    And the G. T. competition will affect the Golden West--
+  But these problematic matters only tend to make you sleepy,
+    And again beneath the blankets, like a babe you sink to rest.
+
+  Cometh now the giant moose heads, that no eye of man can number--
+    Every rain-drop on the roof-tree is a plunging three-pound trout--
+  Till a musk ox in a snow-drift turns and butts you out of slumber,
+    And you wake to hear Bateese say, "Dat 's too bad,
+          de fire 's gone out."
+
+  A rainy night in camp! with the blazing logs before us,
+    Let the wolf howl in the forest and the loon scream on the lake,
+  Turn them loose, the wild performers of Nature's Opera Chorus
+    And ask if Civilization can sweeter music make.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+Josette
+
+  I see Josette on de car to-day,
+    Leetle Josette Couture,
+  An' it 's easy tellin' she 's been away
+    On market of Bonsecour--
+  'Cos dere 's de blueberry on de pail
+    Wit' more t'ing lyin' about--
+  An' dere 's de basket wit' de tail
+    Of de chicken stickin' out.
+
+  Ev'ry conductor along de road
+    Help her de bes' he can,
+  An' I see dem sweat wit' de heavy load,
+    Many a beeg, strong man--
+  But it 's differen' t'ing w'en she tak' hol',
+    Leavin' dem watchin' dere--
+  For wedder de win' blow hot or cole
+    Josette never turn a hair.
+
+  Wonderful woman for seexty-five--
+    Smart leetle woman sure!
+  An' if he 's wantin' to kip alive
+    On church of de Bonsecour
+  De pries' he mus' rise 'fore de rooster crow,
+    Or mebbe he 'll be too late
+  For seein' dere on de street below,
+    Josette comin' in de gate.
+
+  An' half of de mornin' she don't spen' dere
+    Hangin' aroun' de pew--
+  Bodderin' God wid de long, long prayer--
+    For bote of dem got to do
+  Plaintee work 'fore de day's gone by,
+    An' well she know--Josette--
+  No matter how busy an' hard she try,
+    De work 's never finish yet.
+
+  An' well he know it, de habitant,
+    Who is it ketch heem, w'en
+  He 's drivin' along from St. Laurent--
+    For it 's easier bargain den--
+  'Cos if de habitant only sole
+    De whole of hees load dat way--
+  Of course he 's savin' de market toll
+    An' not'ing at all to pay.
+
+  Dey call her ole maid, but I can't tell--me--
+    De chil'ren she has got:
+  No fader, no moder, dat 's way dey be--
+    You never see such a lot--
+  An' if you ax how she fin' de clothes
+    An' food for de young wan dere--
+  She say: "Wit' de help of God, I s'pose;
+    An' de leetle shop down stair."
+
+  Comin' an' goin' mos' all de tam,
+    Helpin' dem all along,
+  Jus' lak de ole sheep watch de lamb
+    Till dey are beeg an' strong--
+  Not'ing lak dat I be seein' yet,
+    An' it 's hard to beat for sure--
+  She say: "Wit' de help of God, I s'pose;
+    An' de leetle shop down stair."
+
+[Illustration: "So dat 's de reason dey call Josette
+                 Leetle sister of de poor."]
+
+  Comin' an' goin' mos' all de tam,
+    Helpin' dem all along,
+  Jus' lak de ole sheep watch de lamb
+    Till dey are beeg an' strong--
+  Not'ing lak dat I be seein' yet,
+    An' it 's hard to beat for sure--
+  So dat 's de reason dey call Josette
+    Leetle Sister of de poor.
+
+[Illustration: Josette]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+Joe Boucher
+
+Air--"Car si mon moine."
+
+  Joe Boucher was a frien' of mine,
+    Joe Boucher was a happy man,
+  Till he tell a young girl he 'd lak to fin'
+    Some nice leetle wife for hees new cabane.
+  Now he 's los' hees life too,
+  All on account of de wife too,
+  An' I know you 'll be sorry 'bout dat poor feller,
+  I know you 'll be sorry for Joe Boucher.
+
+  De nam' dat girl she 's Azeel-daw,
+    An' purty good worker, too, dey say--
+  She don't lose chance for a brave garçon,
+    An' so she marry Joe Boucher.
+  Now he 's los' hees life too,
+  All on account of de wife too,
+  An' I know you 'll be sorry 'bout dat poor feller,
+  I know you 'll be sorry for Joe Boucher.
+
+  Den off on de wood poor Joe he lef',
+    An' w'en he 's home wit' de bird in spring,
+  An' fin' leetle feller jus' lak hese'f,
+    Mebbe Joe don't dance an' Joe don't sing!
+  Now he 's los' hees life too,
+  All on account of hees wife too,
+  An' I know you 'll be sorry 'bout dat poor feller,
+  I know you 'll be sorry for Joe Boucher.
+
+  Dat 's all very well till de fall come along,
+    An' Joe got to go on de bush encore,
+  But w'en he come back he sing no song,
+    For dere was two leetle baby more.
+  Now he 's los' hees life too,
+  All on account of de wife too,
+  An' I know you 'll be sorry 'bout dat poor feller,
+  I know you 'll be sorry for Joe Boucher.
+
+  He don't say not'ing, but he t'ink beeg lot,
+    An' won't tak' a drink for two, t'ree day,
+  But not moche money poor Joe he got,
+    So off on de reever he 's goin' away.
+  Now he 's los' hees life too,
+  All on account of de wife too,
+  An' I know you 'll be sorry 'bout dat poor feller,
+  I know you 'll be sorry for Joe Boucher.
+
+  W'en May come along dat beau garçon
+    He 's only gettin' anoder scare--
+  For he know by de smile on Azeel-daw
+    She got t'ree fine new baby dere.
+  Now he 's los' hees life too,
+  All on account of de wife too,
+  An' I know you 'll be sorry 'bout dat poor feller,
+  I know you 'll be sorry for Joe Boucher.
+
+  So he kill hese'f dead, dat beau garçon
+    He work so hard for de familee,
+  An' he say, "Too bad, but Azeel-daw,
+    I 'm sorry she marry poor man lak me."
+  Now he 's los' hees life too,
+  All on account of hees wife too,
+  An' I know you 'll be sorry 'bout dat poor feller,
+  I know you 'll be sorry for Joe Boucher.
+
+  Now I know very well dat all poor man
+    He tak' some chance w'en he get marie,
+  So he better look out all de bes' he can,
+    Or he 'll be ketch lak Joe Boucher--
+  Now he 's los' hees life too,
+  All on account of de wife too,
+  An' I know you 'll be sorry 'bout dat poor feller,
+  I know you 'll be sorry for Joe Boucher.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+Charmette
+
+  Away off back on de mountain-side,
+    Not easy t'ing fin' de spot,
+  W'ere de lake below is long an' wide,
+    A nice leetle place I got,
+  Mebbe ten foot deep by twenty-two,
+    An' if you see it, I bet
+  You 'll not be surprise w'en I tole to you
+    I chrissen dat place Charmette.
+
+  Dat 's purty beeg word, Charmette, for go
+    On poor leetle house so small,
+  Wit' only wan chimley, a winder or so,
+    An' no galerie at all--
+  But I want beeg word, so de worl' will know
+    W'at dat place it was mean to me,
+  An' dere on de book of Jean Jacques Rousseau,
+    Charmette is de nam' I see.
+
+  O ma dear Charmette! an' de stove is dere,
+    (Good stove) an' de wood-pile too.
+  An' stretch out your finger mos' anyw'ere,
+    Dere 's plaintee for comfort you--
+  You 're hongry? wall! you got pork an' bean,
+    Mak' you feel lak Edouard de King--
+  You 're torsty?  Jus' look dere behin' de screen,
+    An' mebbe you fin' somet'ing--
+
+  Ha! Ha! you got it.  Ma dear Charmette.
+    Dere 's many fine place, dat 's true,
+  If you travel aroun' de worl', but yet
+    W'ere is de place lak you?
+  Open de door, don't kip it close--
+    W'at 's air of de mornin' for?
+  Would you fassen de door on de win' dat blows
+    Over God's own boulevard?
+
+  You see dat lake?  Wall!  I alway hate
+    To brag--but she 's full of trout,
+  So full dey can't jump togeder, but wait
+    An' tak' deir chance, turn about--
+  An' if you be campin' up dere above,
+    De mountain would be so high,
+  Very offen de camp you 'd have to move,
+    Or how can de moon pass by?
+
+[Illustration: "You see dat lake?  Wall!  I alway hate
+                 To brag--but she 's full of trout."]
+
+  It 's wonderful place for sure, Charmette,
+    An' ev'ry wan say to me--
+  I got all de pleasure de man can get
+    'Cept de wife an' de familee--
+  But somebody else can marry ma wife,
+    Have de familee too also,
+  W'at more do I want, so long ma life
+    Was spare to me here below?
+
+  For we can't be happier dan we been
+    Over twenty year, no siree!
+  An' if ever de stranger come between
+    De leetle Charmette an' me,
+  Den all I can say is, kip out de way,
+    For dynamite sure I 'll get,
+  An' affer dat you can hunt all day
+    For me an' ma dear Charmette.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+Lac Souci
+
+  Talk about lakes! dere 's none dat lies in
+    Laurentide mountain or near de sea,
+  W'en de star 's gone off an' de sun is risin',
+    Can touch w'at dey call it Lac Souci,
+  Restin' dere wit' de woods behin' her,
+    Sleepin' dere t'roo de summer night--
+  But watch her affer de mornin's fin' her,
+    An' over de hill-top shine de light.
+
+  See w'ere de shadder sweep de water,
+    Pine tree an' cloud, how dey come an' go;
+  Careful now, an' you 'll see de otter
+    Slidin' into de pool below--
+  Look at de loon w'en de breeze is ketch heem
+    Shakin' hese'f as he cock de eye!
+  Takes a nice leetle win' to fetch heem,
+    So he 's gettin' a chance to fly.
+
+  Every bird dey mus' kip behin' heem
+    W'en he 's only jus' flap de wing,
+  Ah! dere he 's goin'--but never min' heem,
+    For lissen de robin begin to sing--
+  Trout 's comin' up too!--dat 's beeg rise dere,
+    Four of dem!  Golly! it 's purty hard case,
+  No rod here, an' dey 're all good size dere!
+    Don't ax me not'ing about de place.
+
+  No use nobody goin' murder
+    T'ree an' four pounder lak dat, siree!
+  Wall! if you promise it won't go furder
+    I 'll tole you nex' summer--bimeby--mebbe--
+  W'at is dat movin' among de spruce dere?
+    Sure as I 'm livin' dere 's 'noder wan too--
+  Offen enough I 'm gettin' a moose dere,
+    Non!--it 's only a couple of caribou.
+
+  Black duck so early?  See how dey all come,
+    Wan leetle family roun' de ben'--
+  Let dem enjoy it, wait till de fall come,
+    Dey won't be feelin' so happy den!
+  Smoke on de mountain?  Yass, I can smell her--
+    Who is it now, Jean Bateese Boucher?
+  Geev' me some tam, an' I 'll feex dat feller
+    Shootin' de moose on de summer day.
+
+  W'at do you t'ink of a sapree beaver
+    Hittin' hees tail on de lake dat way?
+  Ought to be home wit' hees wife--not leave her
+    Workin' away on de house all day--
+  Funny t'ing, too, how he alway fin' me
+    Sailin' along on de ole canoe,
+  Lookin' for sign--den bang! behin' me
+    An' down on de water--dat's w'at he do.
+
+  Otter feeshin' an' bob cat cryin'--
+    Up on de sky de beeg black hawk--
+  Down on de swamp w'ere a dead log 's lyin',
+    Pa'tridge doin' hees own cake-walk!
+  If you never was see dem, hear dem--
+    Tak' leetle tour on de Lac Souci,
+  An' w'enever you 're comin' near dem,
+    You 're goin' crazy de sam' as me.
+
+  Talk about lakes of every nation,
+    Talk about water of any kin',
+  Don't matter you go over all creation--
+    De Lac Souci she can beat dem blin'.
+  Happy to leev an' happy to die dere--
+    But Heaven itself won't satisfy me,
+  Till I fin' leetle hole off on de sky dere
+    W'ere I can be lookin' on Lac Souci!
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+Poirier's Rooster
+
+  "W'at's dat? de ole man gone, you say?
+    Wall! Wall! he mus' be sick,
+  For w'en he pass de oder day,
+    He walk along widout de stick,
+  Lak twenty year or so--
+  Fine healt'y man, ole Telesphore,
+  I never see heem sick before,
+  Some rheumateez, but not'ing more--
+          Please tell me how he go."
+
+  You 're right, no common t'ing for sure
+    Is kill heem lak de res';
+  No sir! de man was voyageur
+    Upon de Grande Nor' Wes'
+  Until he settle here
+  Is not de feller 's goin' die
+  Before he 's ready by an' bye,
+  So if you want de reason w'y
+          I 'll tell you, never fear.
+
+  You know how moche he lak to spik
+    An' tole us ev'ryt'ing about
+  De way de French can alway lick
+    An' pull de w'ole worl' inside out,
+  Poor Telesphore Cadotte!
+  He 's knowin' all de victory,
+  An' braves' t'ing was never be,
+  To hear heem talk, it 's easy see
+          He 's firse-class patriot.
+
+  Hees leetle shoe store ev'ry night
+    Can hardly hol' de crowd of folk
+  Dat come to lissen on de fight,
+    An' w'en you see de pile of smoke
+  An' hear ole Telesphore
+  Hammer de boot upon hees knee,
+  You t'ink of course of Chateauguay,
+  An' feel dat 's two, t'ree enemy
+          Don't bodder us no more.
+
+  But oh! dat evening w'en he sen'
+    De call aroun' for come en masse,
+  An' den he say, "Ma dear ole frien',
+    Dere 's somet'ing funny come to pass,
+  I lak you all to hear--
+  You know dat Waterloo affair?
+  H-s-s-h! don't get excite, you was n't dere--
+  All quiet?  Wall!  I 'll mak' it square,
+          So lissen on your ear.
+
+  "I 'm readin' on de book to-day
+    (Some book, dey say, was guarantee),
+  An' half a dollar too I pay,
+    But cheap, because it 's tellin' me
+  De t'ing I 'm glad to know--
+  Of course de w'ole worl' understan'
+  Napoleon fight de bes' he can,
+  But he 's not French at all, dat man,
+          But leetle small Da-go.
+
+  "Anoder t'ing was mak' it show
+    Dere 's not'ing new below de sun,
+  Is w'en I 'm findin' as I go--
+    Dat feller dey call Welling-ton,
+  He 's English?  No siree!
+  But only maudit Irlandais!
+  (Dat 's right! dey 're alway in de way,
+  Dem Irish folk), an' so I say
+          I 'm satisfy for me.
+
+  "It 's not our fault, dat 's all explain--
+    Dere 's no use talk of Waterloo,
+  Not our affair--" an' off again
+    He hammer, hammer on de shoe,
+  An' don't say not'ing more,
+  But w'issle "Madame Isabeau,"
+  Good news lak dat is cheer heem so--
+  Den tak' a drink before we go,
+          De poor ole Telesphore!
+
+  An' now he 's gone!  Wall!  I dunno,
+    Can't say--he 's better off meb-be,
+  Don't work so hard on w'ere he go--
+    Dat 's wan t'ing sure I 'm t'inkin'--me--
+  Unless he los' hees track.
+  But w'en dat boy come runnin' in
+  De leetle shop, an' start begin
+  On Poirier's rooster, how he win--
+          I lak to break hees back.
+
+  Poor Telesphore was tellin' how
+    Joe Monferrand can't go to sleep,
+  Until he 's kickin' up de row,
+    Den pile dem nearly ten foot deep,
+  Dem English sojer man--
+  Can't blame de crowd dey all hooraw,
+  For bes' man on de Ottawaw,
+  An' geev' t'ree cheer for Canadaw,
+          De very bes' dey can.
+
+  An' Telesphore again he start
+    For tell de story leetle more,
+  Anoder wan before we part,
+    W'en bang! a small boy t'roo de door
+  On w'at you call "full pelt,"
+  Is yellin' till it reach de skies,
+  "Poirier's rooster got de prize,
+  Poirier's rooster got de prize,
+          An' win de Champion belt!"
+
+  An' sure enough, he beat dem all,
+    Joe Poirier's leetle red game bird,
+  On beeges' show dey have dis fall,--
+    De Yankee rooster only t'ird
+  An' Irish number two--
+  We hear a jump, an' Telesphore--
+  I never see de lak before--
+  He flap hees wing upon de floor
+          An' cock a doodle doo!
+
+  Dat 's finish heem, he 's gone at las',
+    An' never come aroun' again--
+  We 'll miss heem w'en we 're goin' pas',
+    An' see no light upon de pane--
+  But pleasure we have got,
+  We 'll kip it on de memory yet,
+  An' dough of course we 'll offen fret,
+  Dere 's wan t'ing sure, we 'll not forget
+          Poor Telesphore Cadotte!
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+Dominique
+
+  You dunno ma leetle boy Dominique?
+    Never see heem runnin' roun' about de place?
+  'Cos I want to get advice how to kip heem lookin' nice,
+    So he won't be alway dirty on de face--
+  Now dat leetle boy of mine, Dominique,
+    If you wash heem an' you sen' heem off to school,
+  But instead of goin' dere, he was playin' fox an' hare--
+    Can you tell me how to stop de leetle fool?
+
+  "I 'd tak' dat leetle feller Dominique,
+    An' I 'd put heem on de cellar ev'ry day,
+  An' for workin' out a cure, bread an' water 's very sure,
+    You can bet he mak' de promise not to play!"
+
+  Dat 's very well to say, but ma leetle Dominique
+    W'en de jacket we put on heem 's only new,
+  An' he 's goin' travel roun' on de medder up an' down,
+    Wit' de strawberry on hees pocket runnin' t'roo,
+  An' w'en he climb de fence, see de hole upon hees pant,
+    No wonder hees poor moder 's feelin' mad!
+  So if you ketch heem den, w'at you want to do, ma frien'?
+    Tell me quickly an' before he get too bad.
+
+  "I 'd lick your leetle boy Dominique,
+    I 'd lick heem till he 's cryin' purty hard,
+  An' for fear he 's gettin' spile, I 'd geev' heem castor ile,
+    An' I would n't let heem play outside de yard."
+
+  If you see ma leetle boy Dominique
+    Hangin' on to poor ole "Billy" by de tail,
+  W'en dat horse is feelin' gay, lak I see heem yesterday,
+    I s'pose you t'ink he 's safer on de jail?
+  W'en I 'm lightin' up de pipe on de evenin' affer work,
+    An' de powder dat young rascal's puttin' in,
+  It was makin' such a pouf, nearly blow me t'roo de roof--
+    W'at 's de way you got of showin' 't was a sin?
+
+  "Wall! I put heem on de jail right away,
+    You may bet de wan is got de beeges' wall!
+  A honder foot or so, w'ere dey never let heem go,
+    Non! I would n't kip a boy lak dat at all."
+
+  Dat 's good advice for sure, very good,
+    On de cellar, bread an' water--it 'll do,
+  De nice sweet castor ile geev' heem ev'ry leetle w'ile,
+    An' de jail to finish up wit' w'en he 's t'roo!
+  Ah! ma frien', you never see Dominique,
+    W'en he 's lyin' dere asleep upon de bed,
+  If you do, you say to me, "W'at an angel he mus' be,
+    An' dere can't be not'ing bad upon hees head."
+
+  Many t'ank for your advice, an' it may be good for some,
+    But de reason you was geev' it is n't very hard to seek--
+  Yass! it 's easy seein' now w'en de talk is over, how
+    You dunno ma leetle boy Dominique?
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+Home
+
+  "Oh! Mother the bells are ringing as never they rang before,
+  And banners aloft are flying, and open is every door,
+  While down in the streets are thousands of men I have never seen--
+  But friendly are all the faces--oh! Mother, what can it mean?"
+
+  "My little one," said the mother, "for many long, weary years--
+  Thro' days that the sunshine mocked at, and nights
+          that were wet with tears,
+  I have waited and watched in silence, too proud to speak, and now
+  The pulse of my heart is leaping, for the children have kept the vow.
+
+  "And there they are coming, coming, the brothers you never knew,
+  But, sightless, my ears would know them, so steady and firm and true
+  Is the tramp of men whose fathers trod where the wind blows free,
+  Over the heights of Queenston, and willows of Chateaugay.
+
+  "For whether it be a thousand, or whether a single man--
+  In the calm of peace, or battle, since ever the race began,
+  No human eye has seen it--'t is an undiscovered clime,
+  Where the feet of my children's fathers have not stepped
+          and beaten time.
+
+  "The enemy at my threshold had boasted and jeered and cried--
+  'The pledge of your offsprings' birthright your children
+          have swept aside--
+  They cumber the land of strangers, they dwell in the alien's tent
+  Till "home" is a word forgotten, and "love" but a bow unbent.
+
+  "'Planners and builders of cities (were ever such men as these?),
+  Counsellors, guides, and moulders of the strangers' destinies--
+  Conquerors, yet are they conquered, and this is the word and sign,
+  You boast of their wise seed-sowing, but the harvest they reap is mine.'
+
+  "Ah! little the stranger knew me--this mocking but friendly foe,
+  The youngest mother of nations! how could the stranger know
+  The faith of the old grey mother,--her sorrows and hopes and fears?
+  Let her speak when her sons are tested, like mine,
+          for a thousand years!
+
+  "Afar in the dim savanna when the dawn of the spring is near,
+  What is it wakes the wild goose, calling him loud and clear?
+  What is it brings him homeward, battered and tempest-torn?
+  Are they weaker than birds of passage, the children whom I have borne?
+
+  "Nay! the streets of the city tremble with the tread
+          that shakes the world,
+  When the sons of the blood foregather, and
+          the mother flag flies unfurled--
+  Brothers are welcoming brothers, and the voices that pierce the blue
+  Answer the enemy's taunting--and the children of York are true!
+
+  "Wanderers may be, traitors never! By the scroll
+          of their fathers' lives!
+  The faith of the land that bore them, and the honour of their wives!
+  We may lose them, our own strong children, blossom and root and stem--
+  But the cradle will be remembered, and home is aye home to them!"
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+Canadian Forever
+
+  When our fathers crossed the ocean
+    In the glorious days gone by,
+  They breathed their deep emotion
+    In many a tear and sigh--
+  Tho' a brighter lay before them
+  Than the old, old land that bore them
+  And all the wide world knows now
+    That land was Canada.
+
+  So line up and try us,
+  Whoever would deny us
+  The freedom of our birthright
+    And they 'll find us like a wall--
+  For we are Canadian--Canadian forever,
+    Canadian forever--Canadian over all.
+
+  Our fathers came to win us
+    This land beyond recall--
+  And the same blood flows within us
+    Of Briton, Celt, and Gaul--
+  Keep alive each glowing ember
+  Of our sireland, but remember
+  Our country is Canadian
+    Whatever may befall.
+
+  So line up and try us,
+  Whoever would deny us
+  The freedom of our birthright
+    And they 'll find us like a wall--
+  For we are Canadian, Canadian forever,
+    Canadian forever---Canadian over all.
+
+  Who can blame them, who can blame us
+    If we tell ourselves with pride
+  How a thousand years to tame us
+    The foe has often tried--
+  And should e'er the Empire need us,
+  She'll require no chains to lead us,
+  For we are Empire's children--
+    But Canadian over all.
+
+  Then line up and try us,
+  Whoever would deny us
+  The freedom of our birthright
+    And they 'll find us like a wall--
+  For we are Canadian, Canadian forever,
+    Canadian forever--Canadian over all!
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+Twins
+
+  I congratulate ye, Francis,
+    And more power to yer wife--
+  An' from Montreal to Kansas,
+    I could safely bet my life
+  Ye wor proud enough, I hould ye--
+    Runnin' with the safety pins
+  Whin ould Mrs. Dolan tould ye,
+    "Milia murther! she has twins!"
+
+  Ye might kill me without warnin'--
+    Lay me out there on the shelf--
+  For a sight of ye that mornin',
+    Throwin' bookays at yerself!
+  Faix! ye thought ye had a cinch there,
+    An' begob! so well ye might,
+  For not even with the Frinch there,
+    Twins like thim come every night!
+
+  Francis, aisy now an' listen
+    To yer mother's brother James--
+  Whin the twins ye go to christen,
+    Don't ye give thim fancy names--
+  Irene--Edith--Gladys--Mavis--
+    Cecil Rhodes an' Percival--
+  If it 's names like that, Lord save us!
+    Don't live close to the canal!
+
+  Michael Whalen of St. Lambert
+    Had a boy some years ago--
+  Called him Clarence Montizambert--
+    Where he got it I dunno--
+  Monty used to have a brother
+    (_He_ was Marmaduke Fitzjames),
+  Killed himself some way or other
+    Thryin' to pronounce his names!
+
+  Bet was three times in a minute,
+    An' he thrained hard for the same,
+  But the lad was never in it--
+    Tho' they tell me he died game!
+  Well, sir!--Monty grew the height of
+    Fin McCool or Brian Boru--
+  Truth I 'm tellin', but in spite of
+    Ev'rything poor Mike could do--
+
+  Divil a dacint situation
+    Monty got, but dhrive a hack,
+  At the Bonaventure station--
+    'T was the name that kept him back--
+  Till his friend, John Reilly, tould him,
+    "Change the haythen name for Pat--"
+  Pathrick Joseph--now behould him
+    Walkin' dillygate! think o' that!
+  So be careful, Master Francis,
+    An' ye 'll bless yer uncle James--
+  Don't be takin' any chances
+    With thim God-forsaken names!
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+Keep Out of the Weeds
+
+  No smarter man you can never know
+  W'en I was a boy, dan Pierre Nadeau,
+  An' quiet he 's too, very seldom talk,
+  But got an eye lak de mountain hawk,
+  See all aroun' heem mos' ev'ryw'ere,
+  An' not many folk is foolin' Pierre.
+
+  Offen I use to be t'inkin'--me--
+  How on de worl' it was come to be
+  He know so moche, w'en he never go
+  On college or school, ole Pierre Nadeau,
+  Feesh on de reever de summer t'roo,
+  An' trap on de winter--dat 's all he do.
+
+  "Hi! boy--Hi! put your book away,
+  An' come wit' your uncle Pierre to-day,
+  Ketch hol' of de line an' hang on tight,
+  An' see if your moder won't cook to-night
+  Some nice fresh feesh for de familee,"
+  Many a tam he was say to me--
+
+  An' den I 'm quiet, too scare to spik,
+  Wile Pierre he paddle me down de crick,
+  Easy an' nice he mak' her go
+  Close to de shore w'ere de bulrush grow,
+  W'ere de pike an' de beeg feesh lak to feed,
+  Deir nose stickin' out w'ere you see de weed--
+
+  "Lissen, ma boy," say Pierre Nadeau,
+  "To some of de t'ing you ought to know:
+  Kip a lookout on de hook an' line,
+  In case dey 're gettin' too far behin';
+  For it 's purty hard job know w'at to do,
+  If de reever weed 's ketchin' hol' of you.
+
+  "But if you want feesh, you mus' kip leetle close,
+  For dat 's w'ere de beeg feller come de mos',
+  Not on de middle w'ere water 's bare,
+  But near to de rushes over dere,
+  'Cos dat was de spot dey alway feed--
+  All de sam' you got to look out for weed.
+
+  "Ho! Ho! a strike! let heem have it now--
+  Gosh! ain't he a'kickin' heem up de row,
+  Pullin' so hard, never min', ma son,
+  W'en he go lak dat he was nearly done,
+  But he 's all right now, so don't be afraid,
+  Jus' hit heem again wit' de paddle blade.
+
+  "Yass! over an' over, it 's good advice,
+  An' me, I know, for I pay de price
+  On w'at you call compoun' interes' too,
+  For larnin' de lesson I geev' to you,
+  Close as you lak, but, ma boy, tak' heed
+  You don't run into de beeg long weed.
+
+  "An' by an' by w'en you 're growin' up,
+  An' mebbe drink of de black, black cup
+  Of trouble an' bodder an' dunno w'at,
+  You 'll say to you'se'f, 'Wall!  I forgot
+  De lesson ole Pierre he know I need,'
+  W'en he say to me, 'Boy, look out for weed'--
+
+  "For de worl 's de sam' as de reever dere,
+  Plaintee of weed lyin' ev'ryw'ere,
+  But work aroun' or your life is gone,
+  An' tak' some chance or you won't get on,
+  For if you don't feesh w'ere de weed is grow,
+  You 'll only ketch small leetle wan or so--
+
+  "Dere 's no use sayin', 'I 'll wait an' see
+  If some of dem feesh don't come to me,
+  I 'll stay outside, for it 's pleasan' here,
+  W'ere de water 's lookin' so nice an' clear,'
+  Dat 's way you 'll never get w'at you need--
+  Keep feeshin' away, but look out for weed."
+
+        *      *      *      *
+
+  Dat was de lesson ole Pierre Nadeau
+  Tell to me offen, so long ago--
+  Poor ole Pierre! an' I 'm tryin' too,
+  Tak' hees advice, for I know it 's true,
+  But far as it goes we 're all de same breed,
+  An' it 's not so easy kip out de weed.
+
+[Illustration: Honey bee]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+The Holy Island
+
+  Dey call it de Holy Islan'
+    W'ere de lighthouse stan' alone,
+  Lookin' across w'ere de breaker toss,
+    Over de beeg grey stone;
+  Dey call it de Holy Islan,'
+    For wance, on de day gone by,
+  A holy man from a far-off lan'
+    Is leevin' dere, till he die.
+
+  Down from de ole, ole people,
+    Scatter upon de shore,
+  De story come of Fader Jerome,
+    De pries' of Salvador
+  Makin' hees leetle house dere,
+    Wit' only hees own two han',
+  Workin' along, an' singin' de song
+    Nobody understan'.
+
+  "All for de ship an' sailor
+    Out on de stormy sea,
+  I mak' ma home," say Fader Jerome,
+    "W'ere de rock an' de beeg wave be
+  De good God up on de Heaven
+    Is answer me on de prayer,
+  An' bring me here, so I 'll never fear,
+    But foller heem ev'ryw'ere!"
+
+  Lonely it was, dat islan',
+    Seven league from de coas',
+  An' only de cry, so loud an' high,
+    Of de poor drown sailors' ghos'
+  You hear, wit' de screamin' sea gull;
+    But de man of God he go
+  An' anchor dere, an' say hees prayer
+    For ev'rywan here below.
+
+  Night on de ocean 's fallin',
+    Deep is de fog, an' black,
+  As on dey come, to deir islan' home,
+    De sea-bird hurryin' back;
+  W'at is it mak' dem double
+    An' stop for a minute dere,
+  As if in fear of a soun' dey hear,
+    Meetin' dem on de air?
+
+  Sweeter dey never lissen,
+    Magic it seem to be,
+  Hangin' aroun', dat wonderful soun',
+    Callin' across de sea;
+  Music of bell 's widin it,
+    An' foller it on dey go
+  High on de air, till de islan' dere
+    Of Salvador lie below.
+
+  Dat 's w'ere de bell 's a-ringin'
+    Over de ocean track,
+  Troo fog an' rain an' hurricane,
+    An' w'enever de night is black;
+  Kipin' de vow he 's makin',
+    Dat 's w'at he 's workin' for,
+  Ringin de bell, an' he do it well,
+    De Fader of Salvador!
+
+  An' de years go by, an' quickly,
+    An' many a sailor's wife
+  She 's prayin' long, an' she 's prayin' strong
+    Dat God he will spare de life
+  Of de good, de holy Fader,
+    Off w'ere de breakers roar,
+  Only de sea for hees companie,
+    Alone on Salvador.
+
+        *      *      *      *
+
+  Summer upon de islan',
+    Quiet de sea an' air,
+  But no bell ring, an' de small bird sing,
+    For summer is ev'ryw'ere;
+  A ship comin' in, an' on it
+    De wickedes' capitaine
+  Was never sail on de storm, or gale,
+    From here to de worl's en'!
+
+  "Geev' me dat bell a-ringin'
+    For not'ing at all, mon père;
+  Can't sleep at night, w'en de moon is bright,
+    For noise she was makin' dere.
+  I'm sure she was never chrissen,
+    An' we want no heretic bell;
+  W'ere is de book?  For you mus' look
+    An' see if I chrissen it well!"
+
+  Leevin' heem broken-hearted,
+    For Fader Jerome is done,
+  He sail away wit' de bell dat day,
+    Capitaine Malcouronne;
+  An' down w'ere dead man 's lyin',
+    Down on de ocean deep,
+  He sink it dere, w'ile he curse an' swear,
+    An' tole it to go to sleep.
+
+  An' t'ree more year is passin',
+    An' now it 's a winter night:
+  Poor Salvador, so bles' before,
+    Is sittin' among de fight
+  Of breaker, an' sea-bird yellin',
+    An' noise of a tousan' gun,
+  W'en troo de fog, lak a dreefin' log,
+    Come Capitaine Malcouronne!
+
+  Gropin' along de sea dere,
+    Wonderin' w'ere he be,
+  Prayin' out loud, before all de crowd
+    Of sailor man on hees knee;
+  Callin' upon de devil,
+    "Help! or I 'm gone!" he shout;
+  "Dat bell it go to you down below,
+    So now you can ring me out
+
+  "To de open sea, an' affer
+    I promise you w'at I do,
+  Yass, ev'ry day I 'll alway pray
+    To you, an' to only you--
+  Kip me in here no longer,
+    Or de shore I won't see again!"
+  T'ink of de prayer he 's makin' dere,
+    Dat wicked ole capitaine!
+
+  An' bell it commence a-ringin',
+    Quiet at firse, an' den
+  Lak tonder crash, de ship go smash,
+    An' w'ere is de capitaine?
+  An' de bell kip ringin', ringin',
+    Drownin' de breakers' roar,
+  An' dere she lie, w'ile de sea-birds cry,
+    On de rock of Salvador.
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+The Rivière des Prairies
+
+  I see de many reever on de State an' ev'ryw'ere,
+    From Maine to California, New York to Michigan,
+  An' wan way an' de oder, I tell you I don't care;
+    I travel far upon dem as moche as any man--
+  But all de t'ousan' reever I was never pass along,
+    For w'at dey call de beauty, from de mountain to de sea,
+  Dere 's wan dat I be t'inkin,' de wan w'ere I belong,
+    Can beat dem all, an' easy, too, de Rivière des Prairies!
+
+  Jus' tak' de Hudson Reever, an' de Mississippi too,
+    Missouri, an' de res' of dem, an' oders I can't t'ink,
+  Dey 're all beeg, dirty places, wit' de steamboat gruntin' troo,
+    An' de water runnin' in dem is black as any ink,
+  An' de noises of dem reever never stoppin' night or day,
+    An' de row along de shore, too, enough to mak' you scare;
+  Not a feesh is wort' de eatin', 'less you 're starvin by de way,
+    An' you 're feeling purty t'orsty if you drink de water dere!
+
+  So ketch de han' I geev' you w'ile I 'm on de humor now,
+    An' I bet you won't be sorry w'en you go along wit' me,
+  For I show you all aroun' dere, until you 're knowin' how
+    I come so moche to brag--me--on de Rivière des Prairies.
+  It 's a cole October mornin', an' de maple leaf is change
+    Ev'ry color you can t'ink of, from de purple to de green;
+  On de shore de crowd of blackbird, an' de crow begin' arrange
+    For de journey dey be takin' w'en de nort' win's blowin' keen.
+
+  Quick! down among de bushes!--don't you hear de wil' goose cry
+    An' de honk de great beeg gander he was makin' up above?
+  On de lake dey call Two Mountain is de place dey 're goin' fly,
+    But only spen' de night-tam, for dey 're alway on de move;
+  Jus' see de shadder dancin' up an' down, up an' down,
+    You t'ink dem geese was passin' in an' out between de tree
+  W'en de branch is bendin' over on de water all aroun'
+    Now you see de place I 'm talkin', dat 's de Rivière des Prairies!
+
+  Missouri! Mississippi! better wait till you go back--
+    No tam for talk about dem w'en dis reever you can see,
+  But watch de cloud a-sailin' lak a racer on de track,
+    An' lissen to de music of de Rivière des Prairies--
+  An' up along de shore dere, don't you envy Bord à Plouffe?
+    Oh! dat's de place is lucky, have de reever come so near--
+  I 'm knowin' all de people, ev'ry chimley, ev'ry roof,
+    For Bord à Plouffe she never change on over feefty year!
+
+  St. Martin's bell is ringin', can't you hear it easy now?
+    Dey 're marryin' or buryin' some good ole frien' of me,
+  I wonder who it can be, don't matter anyhow,
+    So long as we 're a-lookin' on de Rivière des Prairies.
+  Only notice how de sun shine w'en he's comin' out to peep,
+    I 'm sure he 's leetle brighter dan anyw'ere you see,
+  An' w'en de fall is over, an' de reever 's gone to sleep,
+    De w'ites' snow is fallin' on de Rivière des Prairies!
+
+  I love you, dear ole reever, more dan ev'ry Yankee wan;
+    An' if I get de money, you will see me on de train,
+  Wit' couple o' t'ousan' dollar, den hooraw! it 's goodbye, John!
+    You can kill me if you ketch me leavin' Bord à Plouffe again.
+  But sometam it 'll happen dat a feller 's gettin' stop
+    Because he's comin' busy wit' de wife an' familee--
+  No matter, if de good God he won't forget to drop,
+    Ev'ry day an' night, hees blessin' on de Rivière des Prairies!
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+The Wind that Lifts the Fog
+
+  Over de sea de schooner boat
+  _Star of de Sout'_ is all afloat,
+  Many a fine brave feesherman
+  Sailin' away for Newfunlan';
+  Ev'ry feller from St. Malo,
+  Dem is de boy can mak' her go!
+  Tearin' along t'roo storm or gale,
+  Never sparin' an inch of sail--
+
+  Down below w'en de night is come,
+  Out wit' de bottle an' t'ink of home,
+  Push it aroun' till bottle 's drain,
+  An' drink no more till we 're home again,
+  "Here 's to de win' dat lif' de fog,
+    No matter how she 's blowin',
+  Nort' or sout', eas' or wes',
+  Dat is de win' we love de bes',
+  Ev'ry sailor an' young sea dog,
+  Here 's to de win' dat lif' de fog
+    An' set de ship a-goin'."
+
+  Flyin' over de wave she go,
+  _Star of de Sout'_ from St. Malo,
+  Never a tack, before she ran
+  Out on de bank of Newfunlan'--
+  Drop de anchor, an' let her down,
+  Plaintee of comrade all aroun',
+  Feeshin' away till night is fall,
+  Singin' away wit' ev'ry haul,
+  "Here 's to de win' dat lif' de fog,
+  No matter how she 's blowin',
+  Nort' or sout', eas' or wes',
+  Dat is de win' we love de bes',
+  Ev'ry sailor an' young sea dog,
+  Here 's to de win' dat lif' de fog
+  An' set de ship a-goin'."
+
+        *      *      *      *
+
+  _Star of de Sout'_--did you see de light
+  Steamin' along dat foggy night?
+  Poor leetle bird! anoder star
+  Shinin' above so high an' far
+  Dazzle you den, an' blin' de eye,
+  Wile down below on de sea you lie
+  Anchor dere--wit' your broken wing
+  How could you fly w'en de sailor sing
+  "Here 's to de win' dat lif' de fog
+  No matter how she 's blowin',
+  Nort' or sout', eas' or wes',
+  Dat is de win' we love de bes',
+  Ev'ry sailor an' young sea dog,
+  Here 's to de win' dat lif' de fog
+  An' set de ship a-goin'"?
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+The Fox Hunt
+
+  I'm all bus' up, for a mont' or two,
+    On account of de wife I got,
+  Wit' de fuss an' troublesome t'ing she do,
+    She 's makin' me sick a lot;
+  An' I 'm sorry dat woman was go to school
+    For larnin' de way to read,
+  Her fader an' moder is great beeg fool
+    For geevin' her more she need!
+
+  'Cos now it 's a paper ev'ry week,
+    Dollar a year, no less--
+  Plaintee o' talkin' about musique,
+    An' tell you de way to dress;
+  Of course dat 's makin' her try to sing
+    An' dress, till it 's easy see
+  She 's goin' crazy about de t'ing
+    Dey 're callin'--Societee.
+
+  Las' week, no sooner I come along
+    From market of Bonsecour,
+  Dan I 'm seein' right off, dere 's somet'ing wrong,
+    For she 's stannin' outside de door
+  Smilin' so sweetly upon de face,
+    Lookin' so nice an' gay--
+  Anywan t'ink it 's purty sure case
+    She marry me yesterday.
+
+  Can't wait a minute till supper's t'roo
+    Before she commence to go--
+  "Oh! Johnnie, dere 's somet'ing I mus' tole you--
+    Somet'ing you lak to know--
+  To-morrow we 're goin' for drive aroun'
+    An' it won't be de heavy load,
+  Jus' me an' you, for to see dem houn'
+    T'row off on de Bord à Plouffe road."
+
+  "Denise, if dat was de grande affaire
+    On w'at you call à la mode--
+  Lookin' dem fox dog stannin' dere
+    T'row off on de Bord à Plouffe road,
+  You can count me out!"  An' she start to cry--
+    "You know very well," she say,
+  "I don't mean dat--may I never die
+    But you 're a beeg fool to-day!
+
+  "Johnnie, to-morrow you 'll come wit' me
+    Watchin' dem run de race,
+  Ketchin' de fox--if you don't, you see
+    We 're bote on de beeg disgrace.
+  Dey 're all comin' out from de reever side,
+    An' over from Beaurepaire,
+  Seein' de folk from de city ride,
+    An' ev'rywan 's sure be dere."
+
+  All right--an' to-morrow dere's two new shoe,
+    So de leetle horse mak' de show,
+  Out wit' de buggy: de new wan too,
+    Only get her ten year ago--
+  An' dere on de road, you should see de gang
+    Of folk from aroun' de place,
+  Billy Dufresne, an' ole Champagne,
+    Comin' to see de race,
+
+  Wit' plaintee of stranger I never see,
+    An' some of dem from Pointe Claire,
+  All of dem bringin' de familee,
+    W'enever dere 's room to spare.
+  Wonderful sight--I 'm sure you say--
+    To see how Societee
+  (W'atever dat mean?) she got de way
+    Of foolin' de w'ole contree.
+
+  Den I 'm heetchin' de horse on de fence, for fear
+    Somebody run away,
+  So man wit' de bugle he 's comin' near,
+    An' dis is de t'ing he say--
+  "You see any fox to-day, ma frien',
+    Runnin' aroun' at all,
+  You know any place he got hees den?
+    For we lak it to mak' de call."
+
+  An' me--I tell heem, "You mus' be wrong,
+    An' surely don't want to kill
+  De leetle red fox, about two foot long,
+    Dat 's leevin' below de hill;
+  Jompin' de horse till he break hees knee,
+    Wile spotty dog mak' de row,
+  For a five-dollar fox? You can't fool me--
+    I know w'at you 're wantin' now!
+
+  "You hear de story of ole Belair,
+    He 's seein' de silver fox
+  W'enever he 's feeshin' de reever dere,
+    Sneakin' along de rocks."
+  But ma wife get madder I never see,
+    An' say, "Wall! you _mus'_ be green--
+  Shut up right away," she 's tellin' me,
+    "It 's de leetle red fox he mean!"
+
+  So me--I say not'ing, but watch de fun---
+    An' spotty dog smell aroun'
+  Till dey start to yell, an' quick as a gun
+    Ev'rywan 's yellin', "Foun'!"
+  An' de way dey 're goin' across de fiel',
+    De lady in front, before,
+  Dunno, but I 'm willin' to bet good deal
+    Somebody mus' be sore!
+
+  Over de fence dey 're jompin' now,
+    Too busy for see de gate
+  Stannin' wide open, an' den dey plough
+    Along at a terrible rate;
+  All for de small red fox, dey say,
+    Only de leetle fox,
+  You 're buyin' for five dollar any day,
+    An' put heem on two-foot box.
+
+  I 'm foolish enough, but not lak dat--
+    Never lak dat at all,
+  Sam' as you see a crazy cat
+    Tryin' to climb de wall;
+  So I say to ma wife, I 'm satisfy
+    On ev'ryt'ing I was see,
+  But happy an' glad, until I die,
+    I 'm not on Societee!
+
+  Losin' a day on de fall 's no joke,
+    Dat 's w'at I 'm tellin' you,
+  Jus' for de pleasure of see dem folk
+    Dress up on de howdy do;
+  So I 'm sorry you go to school,
+    Larnin' de readin' dere--
+  Could do it mese'f, an' play de fool,
+    If money I got to spare.
+
+  But potatoes a dollar a bag,
+    An' easy to sell de load,
+  Watchin' de houn' to see heem wag
+    Hees tail, on de Bord à Plouffe road
+  Foolin' away w'en de market 's good
+    For seein' Societee
+  Chasin' de leetle fox t'roo de wood
+    Wit' crazy folk!--no siree!
+
+
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+<A NAME="img-front"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-front.jpg" ALT="&quot;So I fill de glass an' I raise it high<BR>An' drink to de Voyageur.&quot;" BORDER="2" WIDTH="374" HEIGHT="596">
+<H3 CLASS="h3center" STYLE="width: 374px">
+&quot;So I fill de glass an' I raise it high<BR>
+An' drink to de Voyageur.&quot;
+</H3>
+</CENTER>
+
+<BR><BR>
+
+<H1 ALIGN="center">
+THE VOYAGEUR
+</H1>
+
+<H2 ALIGN="center">
+AND OTHER POEMS
+</H2>
+
+<BR><BR>
+
+<H3 ALIGN="center">
+By William Henry Drummond, M.D.
+</H3>
+
+<BR><BR>
+
+<H5 ALIGN="center">
+Author of "The Habitant," "Johnnie Courteau," etc.
+</H5>
+
+<BR><BR>
+
+<H3 ALIGN="center">
+WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY
+<BR>
+Frederick Simpson Coburn
+</H3>
+
+<BR><BR><BR>
+
+<H4 ALIGN="center">
+SIXTEENTH THOUSAND
+</H4>
+
+<BR><BR><BR>
+
+<H5 ALIGN="center">
+New York and London
+<BR>
+G. P. Putnam's Sons
+<BR>
+The Knickerbocker Press
+</H5>
+
+<BR><BR><BR>
+
+<H5 ALIGN="center">
+COPYRIGHT, 1905
+<BR>
+BY
+<BR>
+WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND
+<BR><BR>
+Fourteenth Printing
+</H5>
+
+<BR><BR><BR>
+
+<H3 ALIGN="center">
+TO
+<BR>
+WILLIAM HENRY PARKER
+<BR>
+LAC LA PÊCHE
+</H3>
+
+<BR>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+<I>
+Philosopher of many parts,<BR>
+Beloved of all true honest hearts,<BR>
+A man who laughs at every ill,<BR>
+Because "there's corn in Egypt still."<BR>
+</I>
+</P>
+
+<BR><BR><BR>
+
+<A NAME="img-v"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-v.jpg" ALT="Border" BORDER="0" WIDTH="310" HEIGHT="83">
+</CENTER>
+
+<BR>
+
+<H2 ALIGN="center">
+CONTENTS
+</H2>
+
+<BR>
+
+<P CLASS="noindent">
+<A HREF="#chap01">THE VOYAGEUR</A><BR>
+<A HREF="#chap02">BRUNO THE HUNTER</A><BR>
+<A HREF="#chap03">PRIDE</A><BR>
+<A HREF="#chap04">DIEUDONNÉ (GOD-GIVEN)</A><BR>
+<A HREF="#chap05">THE DEVIL</A><BR>
+<A HREF="#chap06">THE FAMILY LARAMIE</A><BR>
+<A HREF="#chap07">YANKEE FAMILIES</A><BR>
+<A HREF="#chap08">THE LAST PORTAGE</A><BR>
+<A HREF="#chap09">GETTING ON</A><BR>
+<A HREF="#chap10">PIONEERS</A><BR>
+<A HREF="#chap11">NATURAL PHILOSOPHY</A><BR>
+<A HREF="#chap12">CHAMPLAIN</A><BR>
+<A HREF="#chap13">PRO PATRIA</A><BR>
+<A HREF="#chap14">GETTING STOUT</A><BR>
+<A HREF="#chap15">DOCTOR HILAIRE</A><BR>
+<A HREF="#chap16">BARBOTTE (BULL-POUT)</A><BR>
+<A HREF="#chap17">THE ROSSIGNOL</A><BR>
+<A HREF="#chap18">MEB-BE</A><BR>
+<A HREF="#chap19">SNUBBING (TYING-UP) THE RAFT</A><BR>
+<A HREF="#chap20">A RAINY DAY IN CAMP</A><BR>
+<A HREF="#chap21">JOSETTE</A><BR>
+<A HREF="#chap22">JOE BOUCHER</A><BR>
+<A HREF="#chap23">CHARMETTE</A><BR>
+<A HREF="#chap24">LAC SOUCI</A><BR>
+<A HREF="#chap25">POIRIER'S ROOSTER</A><BR>
+<A HREF="#chap26">DOMINIQUE</A><BR>
+<A HREF="#chap27">HOME</A><BR>
+<A HREF="#chap28">CANADIAN FOREVER</A><BR>
+<A HREF="#chap29">TWINS</A><BR>
+<A HREF="#chap30">KEEP OUT OF THE WEEDS</A><BR>
+<A HREF="#chap31">THE HOLY ISLAND</A><BR>
+<A HREF="#chap32">THE RIVIÈRE DES PRAIRIES</A><BR>
+<A HREF="#chap33">THE WIND THAT LIFTS THE FOG</A><BR>
+<A HREF="#chap34">THE FOX HUNT</A><BR>
+</P>
+
+<BR><BR><BR>
+
+<A NAME="img-vii"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-vii.jpg" ALT="Border" BORDER="0" WIDTH="311" HEIGHT="78">
+</CENTER>
+
+<BR>
+
+<H2 ALIGN="center">
+ILLUSTRATIONS
+</H2>
+
+<BR>
+
+<H3>
+<A HREF="#img-front">
+THE VOYAGEUR&nbsp;.&nbsp;.&nbsp;.&nbsp;.&nbsp;.&nbsp;.&nbsp;.&nbsp;.&nbsp;.&nbsp;. <I>Frontispiece</I>
+</A>
+</H3>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"<I>So I fill de glass an' I raise it high</I><BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em"><I>An' drink to de Voyageur.</I>"</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<BR>
+
+<H3>
+<A HREF="#img-002">
+THE VOYAGEUR
+</A>
+</H3>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"<I>Far, far away from hees own vill-age</I><BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em"><I>An' soun' of de parish bell.</I>"</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<BR>
+
+<H3>
+<A HREF="#img-006">
+BRUNO THE HUNTER
+</A>
+</H3>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"<I>So de devil ketch heem, of course, at las'.</I>"<BR>
+</P>
+
+<BR>
+
+<H3>
+<A HREF="#img-032">
+THE LAST PORTAGE
+</A>
+</H3>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"<I>De moon an' de star above is gone,</I><BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em"><I>Yet somet'ing tell me I mus' go on.</I>"</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<BR>
+
+<H3>
+<A HREF="#img-040">
+PIONEERS
+</A>
+</H3>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"<I>So we fin' some fence dot's handy for</I><BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em"><I>mese'f an' Rosalie.</I>"</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<BR>
+
+<H3>
+<A HREF="#img-060a">
+PRO PATRIA
+</A>
+</H3>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"<I>Jus' tell dem de news of Gédéon Plouffe&mdash;</I><BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em"><I>How he jump wit' de familee.</I>"</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<BR>
+
+<H3>
+<A HREF="#img-080">
+MEB-BE
+</A>
+</H3>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"<I>Don't bodder no wan on de school</I><BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em"><I>Unless dey bodder heem.</I>"</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<BR>
+
+<H3>
+<A HREF="#img-086">
+SNUBBING (TYING-UP) THE RAFT
+</A>
+</H3>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"<I>To-night I can hear hees darn ole fiddle,</I><BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em"><I>Playin' away on Joe Belair.</I>"</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<BR>
+
+<H3>
+<A HREF="#img-092">
+JOSETTE
+</A>
+</H3>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"<I>So dat's de reason dey call Josette</I><BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em"><I>Leetle sister of de poor.</I>"</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<BR>
+
+<H3>
+<A HREF="#img-098">
+CHARMETTE (Missing from book)
+</A>
+</H3>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"<I>You see dat lake?  Wall!  I alway hate</I><BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em"><I>To brag&mdash;but she's full of trout.</I>"</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<BR><BR><BR>
+
+<A NAME="chap01"></A>
+
+<H1 ALIGN="center">
+The Voyageur and Other Poems
+</H1>
+
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-001.jpg" ALT="Border" BORDER="0" WIDTH="316" HEIGHT="158">
+</CENTER>
+
+<BR>
+
+<H2 ALIGN="center">
+The Voyageur
+</H2>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Dere's somet'ing stirrin' ma blood tonight,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">On de night of de young new year,</SPAN><BR>
+Wile de camp is warm an' de fire is bright,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' de bottle is close at han'&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Out on de reever de nort' win' blow,<BR>
+Down on de valley is pile de snow,<BR>
+But w'at do we care so long we know<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">We 're safe on de log cabane?</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Drink to de healt' of your wife an' girl,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Anoder wan for your frien',</SPAN><BR>
+Den geev' me a chance, for on all de worl'<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I 've not many frien' to spare&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+I 'm born, w'ere de mountain scrape de sky,<BR>
+An' bone of ma fader an' moder lie,<BR>
+So I fill de glass an' I raise it high<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' drink to de Voyageur.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+For dis is de night of de jour de l'an,[1]<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'en de man of de Grand Nor' Wes'</SPAN><BR>
+T'ink of hees home on de St. Laurent,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' frien' he may never see&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Gone he is now, an' de beeg canoe<BR>
+No more you 'll see wit' de red-shirt crew,<BR>
+But long as he leev' he was alway true,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">So we 'll drink to hees memory.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Ax' heem de nort' win' w'at he see<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of de Voyageur long ago,</SPAN><BR>
+An' he 'll say to you w'at he say to me,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">So lissen hees story well&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+"I see de track of hees botte sau-vage[2]<BR>
+On many a hill an' long portage<BR>
+Far far away from hees own vill-age<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' soun' of de parish bell&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<A NAME="img-002"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-002.jpg" ALT="&quot;Far, far away from hees own vill-age<BR>An' soun' of de parish bell.&quot;" BORDER="2" WIDTH="345" HEIGHT="454">
+<H3 CLASS="h3center" STYLE="width: 345px">
+&quot;Far, far away from hees own vill-age<BR>
+An' soun' of de parish bell.&quot;
+</H3>
+</CENTER>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"I never can play on de Hudson Bay<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Or mountain dat lie between</SPAN><BR>
+But I meet heem singin' hees lonely way<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De happies' man I know&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+I cool hees face as he 's sleepin' dere<BR>
+Under de star of de Red Rivière,<BR>
+An' off on de home of de great w'ite bear,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I 'm seein' hees dog traineau.[3]</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"De woman an' chil'ren 's runnin' out<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">On de wigwam of de Cree&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+De leetle papoose dey laugh an' shout<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'en de soun' of hees voice dey hear&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+De oldes' warrior of de Sioux<BR>
+Kill hese'f dancin' de w'ole night t'roo,<BR>
+An de Blackfoot girl remember too<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De ole tam Voyageur.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"De blaze of hees camp on de snow I see,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' I lissen hees 'En Roulant'</SPAN><BR>
+On de lan' w'ere de reindeer travel free,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Ringin' out strong an' clear&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Offen de grey wolf sit before<BR>
+De light is come from hees open door,<BR>
+An' caribou foller along de shore<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De song of de Voyageur.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"If he only kip goin', de red ceinture,[4]<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I 'd see it upon de Pole</SPAN><BR>
+Some mornin' I 'm startin' upon de tour<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For blowin' de worl' aroun'&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+But w'erever he sail an' w'erever he ride,<BR>
+De trail is long an' de trail is wide,<BR>
+An' city an' town on ev'ry side<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Can tell of hees campin' groun'."</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+So dat 's 'de reason I drink to-night<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">To de man of de Grand Nor' Wes',</SPAN><BR>
+For hees heart was young, an' hees heart was light<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">So long as he 's leevin' dere&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+I 'm proud of de sam' blood in my vein<BR>
+I 'm a son of de Nort' Win' wance again&mdash;<BR>
+So we 'll fill her up till de bottle 's drain<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' drink to de Voyageur.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<BR>
+
+<P CLASS="footnote">
+[1] New Year's day.
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="footnote">
+[2] Indian boot.
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="footnote">
+[3] Dog-sleigh.
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="footnote">
+[4] Canadian sash.
+</P>
+
+<BR>
+
+<A NAME="img-004"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-004.jpg" ALT="Flower" BORDER="0" WIDTH="207" HEIGHT="84">
+</CENTER>
+
+<BR><BR><BR>
+
+<A NAME="chap02"></A>
+
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-005.jpg" ALT="Moose" BORDER="0" WIDTH="335" HEIGHT="152">
+</CENTER>
+
+<H2 ALIGN="center">
+BRUNO THE HUNTER
+</H2>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+You never hear tell, Marie, ma femme,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of Bruno de hunter man,</SPAN><BR>
+Wit' hees wild dogs chasin' de moose an' deer,<BR>
+Every day on de long, long year,<BR>
+Off on de hillside far an' near,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' down on de beeg savane?</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Not'ing can leev' on de woods, Marie,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'en Bruno is on de track,</SPAN><BR>
+An' young caribou, an' leetle red doe<BR>
+Wit' baby to come on de spring, dey know<BR>
+De pity dey get w'en hees bugle blow<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' de black dogs answer back.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+No bird on de branch can finish hees song,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De squirrel no longer play&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+De leaf on de maple don't need to wait<BR>
+Till fros' of October is at de gate<BR>
+'Fore de blood drops come: an' de fox sleeps late<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'en Bruno is pass dat way.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+So de devil ketch heem of course at las'<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dat 's w'at de ole folk say,</SPAN><BR>
+An' spik to heem, "Bruno, w'at for you kill<BR>
+De moose an' caribou of de hill<BR>
+An' fill de woods wit' deir blood until<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">You could run a mill night an' day?"</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<A NAME="img-006"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-006.jpg" ALT="&quot;So de devil ketch heem of course at las'.&quot;" BORDER="2" WIDTH="381" HEIGHT="562">
+<H3 CLASS="h3center" STYLE="width: 381px">
+&quot;So de devil ketch heem of course at las'.&quot;
+</H3>
+</CENTER>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"Mebbe you lak to be moose youse'f,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' see how de hunter go,</SPAN><BR>
+So I 'll change your dogs into loup garou,[1]<BR>
+An' wance on de year dey 'll be chasin' you&mdash;<BR>
+An' res' of de tam w'en de sport is troo,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">You 'll pass wit' me down below."</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' dis is de night of de year, Marie,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Bruno de hunter wake:</SPAN><BR>
+Soon as de great beeg tonder cloud<BR>
+Up on de mountain 's roarin' loud&mdash;<BR>
+He 'll come from hees grave w'ere de pine tree crowd<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De shore of de leetle lake.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+You see de lightning zig, zig, Marie,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Spittin' lak' loup cervier,[2]</SPAN><BR>
+Ketch on de trap?  Oh! it won't be long<BR>
+Till mebbe you lissen anoder song,<BR>
+For de sky is dark an' de win' is strong,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' de chase is n't far away.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+W'y shiver so moche, Marie, ma femme,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For de log is burnin' bright?</SPAN><BR>
+Ah! dere she's goin', "Hulloo!  Hulloo!"<BR>
+An' oh! how de tonder is roarin' too!<BR>
+But it can't drown de cry of de loup garou<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">On Bruno de hunter's night.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Over de mountain an' t'roo de swamp,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Don't matter how far or near,</SPAN><BR>
+Every place hees moccasin know<BR>
+Bruno de hunter he 's got to go<BR>
+'Fore de grave on de leetle lake below<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Close up for anoder year.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+But dey say de ole feller watch all night,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">So you need n't be scare, Marie,</SPAN><BR>
+For he 'll never stir from de rocky cave<BR>
+W'ere door only open beneat' de wave,<BR>
+Till Bruno come back to hees lonely grave&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' de devil he turn de key.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Dat 's way for punish de hunter man<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'en murder is on hees min'&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+So he better stop w'ile de work is new,<BR>
+Or mebbe de devil will ketch heem too,<BR>
+An' chase heem aroun' wit' de loup garou<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Gallopin' close behin'.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<BR>
+
+<P CLASS="footnote">
+[1] Were wolf.
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="footnote">
+[2] Lynx.
+</P>
+
+<BR><BR><BR>
+
+<A NAME="chap03"></A>
+
+<A NAME="img-008"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-008.jpg" ALT="Border" BORDER="0" WIDTH="322" HEIGHT="137">
+</CENTER>
+
+<H2 ALIGN="center">
+PRIDE
+</H2>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Ma fader he spik to me long ago,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">"Alphonse, it is better go leetle slow,</SPAN><BR>
+Don't put on de style if you can't afford,<BR>
+But satisfy be wit' your bed an' board.<BR>
+De bear wit' hees head too high alway,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Know not'ing at all till de trap go smash.</SPAN><BR>
+An' mooshrat dat 's swimmin' so proud to-day<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Very often to-morrow is on de hash." [1]</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Edouard de Seven of Angleterre,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' few oder place beside,</SPAN><BR>
+He 's got de horse an' de carriage dere<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'enever he want to ride.</SPAN><BR>
+Wit' sojer in front to clear de way,<BR>
+Sojer behin' all dress so gay,<BR>
+Ev'rywan makin' de grand salaam,<BR>
+An' plaintee o' ban' playin' all de tam<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Edouard de Seven of Angleterre,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">All he has got to do,</SPAN><BR>
+W'en he 's crossin' de sea, don't matter w'ere,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Is call for de ship an' crew.</SPAN><BR>
+Den hois' de anchor from down below,<BR>
+Vive le Roi! an' away she go,<BR>
+An' flag overhead, w'en dey see dat sight<BR>
+W'ere is de nation don't be polite?<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' dere 's de boss of United State,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' w'at dey call Philippine&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+De Yankee t'ink he was somet'ing great,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' beeg as de king or queen&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+So dey geev' heem a house near touch de sky,<BR>
+An' paint it so w'ite it was blin' de eye<BR>
+An' long as he 's dere beginnin' to en',<BR>
+Don't cos' heem not'ing for treat hees frien'.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+So dere 's two feller, Edouard de King<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' Teddy Roos-vel' also,</SPAN><BR>
+No wonder dey 're proud, for dey got few t'ing<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Was helpin' dem mak' de show&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+But oh! ma Gosh! w'en you talk of pride<BR>
+An' w'at dey call style, an' puttin' on side,<BR>
+W'ere is de man can go before<BR>
+De pig-sticker champion of Ste. Flore?<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Use to be nice man too, dey say,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Jeremie Bonami,</SPAN><BR>
+Talk wit' hees frien' in a frien'ly way<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Sam' as you'se'f an' me&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Of course it 's purty beeg job he got,<BR>
+An' no wan expec' heem talk a lot,<BR>
+But still would n't hurt very moche, I 'm sure,<BR>
+If wance in a w'ile he 'd say, "Bonjour."<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Yi! Yi! to see heem come down de hill<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Some mornin' upon de fall,</SPAN><BR>
+W'en de pig is fat an' ready to kill,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">He don't know hees frien' at all&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Look at hees face an' it seem to say,<BR>
+"Important duty I got to-day,<BR>
+Killin' de pig on de contree side,&mdash;<BR>
+Is n't dat some reason for leetle pride?"<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Lissen de small boy how dey shout<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'en Jeremie 's marchin' t'roo</SPAN><BR>
+De market place wit' hees cane feex out<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Wit' ribbon red, w'ite an' blue&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+An' den he jomp on de butcher's block,<BR>
+An' affer de crowd is stop deir talk,<BR>
+An' leetle boy holler no more "Hooray,"<BR>
+Dis is de word Jeremie he say&mdash;<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"I 'm de only man on de w'ole Ste. Flore<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Can kill heem de pig jus' right,</SPAN><BR>
+Please t'ink of dat, an' furdermore<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Don't matter it 's day or night,</SPAN><BR>
+Can do it less tam, five dollar I bet,<BR>
+Dan any pig-sticker you can get<BR>
+From de w'ole of de worl', to w'ere I leev'&mdash;<BR>
+Will somebody help to roll up ma sleeve?<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"Some feller challenge jus' here an' dere,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' more on deir own contree,</SPAN><BR>
+But me&mdash;I challenge dem ev'ryw'ere<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">All over de worl'&mdash;sapree!</SPAN><BR>
+To geev' dem a chance, for dere might be some<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Beeg feller, for all I know,</SPAN><BR>
+But if dey 're ready, wall! let dem come,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' me&mdash;I 'm geevin' dem plaintee show."</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Challenge lak dat twenty year or more<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">He 's makin' it ev'ry fall,</SPAN><BR>
+But never a pig-sticker come Ste. Flore<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">'Cos Jeremie scare dem all&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+No wonder it 's makin' heem feel so proud,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Even Emperor Germanie</SPAN><BR>
+Can't put on de style or talk more loud<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dan Jeremie Bonami.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+But Jeremie's day can't las' alway,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' so he commence to go</SPAN><BR>
+W'en he jomp on de block again an' say<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">To de crowd stan'nin' dere below,</SPAN><BR>
+"Lissen, ma frien', to de word I spik,<BR>
+For I 'm tire of de challenge until I 'm sick,<BR>
+Can't say, but mebbe I 'll talk no more<BR>
+For glory an' honor of ole Ste. Flore.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"I got some trouble aroun' ma place<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Wit' ma nice leetle girl Rosine,</SPAN><BR>
+An' I see w'en I 'm lookin' on all de face,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">You 're knowin' jus' w'at I mean&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Very easy to talk, but w'en dey come<BR>
+For seein' her twenty young man ba Gum!<BR>
+I tole you ma frien', it was purty tough,<BR>
+'Sides wan chance in twenty is not enough&mdash;<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"Now lissen to me, all you young man<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Is wantin' ma girl Rosine&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+I offer a chance an' you 'll understan'<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">It 's bes' you was never seen&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Tree minute start I 'll geev'&mdash;no more&mdash;<BR>
+An' if any young feller upon Ste. Flore<BR>
+Can beat me stickin' de pig nex' fall,<BR>
+Let heem marry ma girl Rosine&mdash;dat 's all."<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+All right&mdash;an' very nex' week he start,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De smartes' boy of de lot&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+An' he 's lovin' Rosine wit' all hees heart,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De young Adelard Marcotte&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Don't say very moche about w'ere he go,<BR>
+But I t'ink mese'f it was Buffalo&mdash;<BR>
+An' plaintee more place on de State dat's beeg<BR>
+W'ere he don't do not'ing but stick de pig.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+So of course he 's pickin' de fancy trick<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' ev'ryt'ing else dey got&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Work over tam&mdash;but he got homesick<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De young Adelard Marcotte</SPAN><BR>
+Jus' about tam w'en de fall come along&mdash;-<BR>
+So den he wissle hees leetle song<BR>
+An' buy tiquette for de ole Ste. Flore,<BR>
+An' back on de village he come some more.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Ho! Ho! ma Jeremie Bonami,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Get ready you'se'f to-day,</SPAN><BR>
+For you got beeg job you was never see<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Will tak' all your breat' away&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+"Come on! come on!" dey be shoutin' loud,<BR>
+De Bishop hese'f could n't draw de crowd<BR>
+Of folk on de parish for mile aroun',<BR>
+Till dey could n't fin' place upon de groun'.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Hi! Hi! Jeremie, you may sweat an' swear,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Your tam is arrive at las'&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Dere 's no use pullin' out all your hair<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Or drinkin' de w'isky glass&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Spit on your han' or hitch de pants&mdash;<BR>
+You 'll never have anyt'ing lak a chance,<BR>
+Hooraw! Hooraw! let her go wance more,<BR>
+An' Adelard 's champion of all Ste. Flore!<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"Away on de pump!" de crowd is yell,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">"No use for heem goin' die."</SPAN><BR>
+Dey nearly drown Jeremie on de well<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">But he 's comin' roun' bimeby</SPAN><BR>
+Rosine dat 's laughin' away all day<BR>
+Is startin' to cry, an' den she say&mdash;<BR>
+"O fader dear, won't you geev' me kiss<BR>
+For I never s'pose it would come to dis?<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"Don't blame de boy over dere, 't was me<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dat sen' away Adelard&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+He 's sorry for beat you, I 'm sure, bâ oui,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' dat 's w'at I 'm cryin' for&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+'Cos it 's all ma fault you was lick to-day,<BR>
+Don't care w'at anywan else can say&mdash;<BR>
+But remember too, an' you 'll not forget<BR>
+De championship 's still on de familee yet."<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 5em">An' de ole man smile.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<BR>
+
+<P CLASS="footnote">
+[1] Old proverb of Ste. Flore.
+</P>
+
+<BR><BR><BR>
+
+<A NAME="chap04"></A>
+
+<A NAME="img-015"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-015.jpg" ALT="Border" BORDER="0" WIDTH="322" HEIGHT="107">
+</CENTER>
+
+<H2 ALIGN="center">
+Dieudonné
+<BR>
+(GOD-GIVEN)
+</H2>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+If I sole ma ole blind trotter for fifty dollar cash<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Or win de beeges' prize on lotterie,</SPAN><BR>
+If some good frien' die an' lef' me fines' house on St. Eustache,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">You t'ink I feel more happy dan I be?</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+No, sir!  An' I can tole you, if you never know before,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'y de kettle on de stove mak' such a fuss,</SPAN><BR>
+Wy de robin stop hees singin' an' come peekin' t'roo de door<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For learn about de nice t'ing 's come to us&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' w'en he see de baby lyin' dere upon de bed<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Lak leetle Son of Mary on de ole tam long ago&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Wit' de sunshine an' de shadder makin' ring aroun' hees head,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">No wonder M'sieu Robin wissle low.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' we can't help feelin' glad too, so we call heem Dieudonné;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' he never cry, dat baby, w'en he 's chrissen by de pries'</SPAN><BR>
+All de sam' I bet you dollar he 'll waken up some day,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' be as bad as leetle boy Bateese.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<BR><BR><BR>
+
+<A NAME="chap05"></A>
+
+<A NAME="img-017"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-017.jpg" ALT="Border" BORDER="0" WIDTH="376" HEIGHT="163">
+</CENTER>
+
+<H2 ALIGN="center">
+THE DEVIL
+</H2>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Along de road from Bord à Plouffe<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">To Kaz-a-baz-u-a</SPAN><BR>
+W'ere poplar trees lak sojers stan',<BR>
+An' all de lan' is pleasan' lan',<BR>
+In off de road dere leev's a man<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Call Louis Desjardins.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' Louis, w'en he firse begin<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">To work hees leetle place,</SPAN><BR>
+He work so hard de neighbors say,<BR>
+"Unless he tak's de easy way<BR>
+Dat feller 's sure to die some day,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">We see it on hees face."</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+'T was lak a swamp, de farm he got,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De water ev'ryw'ere&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Might drain her off as tight as a drum.<BR>
+An' back dat water is boun' to come<BR>
+In less 'n a day or two&mdash;ba Gum!<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">'T would mak' de angel swear.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+So Louis t'ink of de bimeby,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">If he leev' so long as dat,</SPAN><BR>
+W'en he 's ole an' blin' an' mebbe deaf,<BR>
+All alone on de house hese'f,<BR>
+No frien', no money, no not'ing lef',<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' poor&mdash;can't kip a cat.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+So wan of de night on winter tam,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'en Louis is on hees bed,</SPAN><BR>
+He say out loud lak a crazy man,<BR>
+"I 'm sick of tryin' to clear dis lan',<BR>
+Work any harder I can't stan',<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Or it will kill me dead.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"Now if de devil would show hese'f<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' say to me, 'Tiens! Louis!</SPAN><BR>
+Hard tam an' work she 's at an' en',<BR>
+You 'll leev' lak a Grand Seigneur ma frien',<BR>
+If only you 'll be ready w'en<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I want you to come wit' me.'</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"I 'd say, 'Yass, yass&mdash;'maudit! w'at 's dat?'<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' he see de devil dere&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Brimstone, ev'ryt'ing bad dat smell,<BR>
+You know right away he 's come from&mdash;well,<BR>
+De place I never was care to tell&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' wearin' hees long black hair,</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Lak election man, de kin' I mean<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">You see aroun' church door,</SPAN><BR>
+Spreadin' hese'f on great beeg speech<BR>
+'Bout poor man 's goin' some day be reech,<BR>
+But dat 's w'ere it alway come de heetch,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For poor man 's alway poor.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+De only diff'rence&mdash;me&mdash;I see<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">'Tween devil an' long-hair man</SPAN><BR>
+It 's hard to say, but I know it 's true,<BR>
+W'en devil promise a t'ing to do<BR>
+Dere 's no mistak', he kip it too&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I hope you understan'.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+So de devil spik, "You 're not content,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' want to be reech, Louis&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+All right, you 'll have plaintee, never fear,<BR>
+No wan can beat you far an' near,<BR>
+An' I 'll leave you alone for t'orty year,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' den you will come wit' me.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"Be careful now&mdash;it 's beeg contrac',<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">So mebbe it 's bes' go slow;</SPAN><BR>
+For me&mdash;de promise I mak' to you<BR>
+Is good as de bank Rivière du Loup<BR>
+For you&mdash;w'enever de tam is due,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Ba tonder! you got to go."</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Louis try hard to tak' hees tam<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">But w'en he see de fall</SPAN><BR>
+Comin' along in a week or so,<BR>
+All aroun' heem de rain an' snow<BR>
+An' pork on de bar'l runnin' low,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">He don't feel good at all.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' w'en he t'ink of de swampy farm<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' gettin' up winter night,</SPAN><BR>
+Watchin' de stove if de win' get higher<BR>
+For fear de chimley go on fire,<BR>
+It's makin' poor Louis feel so tire<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">He tell de devil, "All right."</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"Correct," dat feller say right away,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">"I 'll only say, Au revoir,"</SPAN><BR>
+An' out of de winder he 's goin' pouf!<BR>
+Beeg nose, long hair, short tail, an' hoof,<BR>
+Off on de road to Bord à Plouffe<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Crossin' de reever dere.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+W'en Louis get up nex' day, ma frien',<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dere 's lot of devil sign&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Bar'l o' pork an' keg o' rye,<BR>
+Bag o' potato ten foot high,<BR>
+Pile o' wood nearly touch de sky,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Was some o' de t'ing he fin'.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Suit o' clothes would have cos' a lot<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' ev'ryt'ing I dunno,</SPAN><BR>
+Trotter horse w'en he want to ride<BR>
+Eatin' away on de barn outside,<BR>
+Stan' all day if he 's never tied,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' watch an' chain also.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' swamp dat's bodder heem many tam,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'ere is dat swamp to-day?</SPAN><BR>
+Don't care if you 're huntin' up an' down<BR>
+You won't fin' not'ing but medder groun',<BR>
+An' affer de summer come aroun'<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'ere can you see such hay?</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Wall! de year go by, an' Louis leev'<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Widout no work to do,</SPAN><BR>
+Rise w'en he lak on winter day,<BR>
+Fin' all de snow is clear away,<BR>
+No fuss, no not'ing, dere 's de sleigh<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' trotter waitin' too.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+W'en t'orty year is nearly t'roo<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' devil 's not come back</SPAN><BR>
+'Course Louis say, 'Wall! he forget<BR>
+Or t'ink de tam 's not finish yet;<BR>
+I 'll tak' ma chance an' never fret,"<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">But dat 's w'ere he mak' mistak'.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+For on a dark an' stormy night<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'en Louis is sittin' dere,</SPAN><BR>
+After he fassen up de door<BR>
+De devil come as he come before,<BR>
+Lookin' de sam' only leetle more,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For takin' heem&mdash;you know w'ere.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"Asseyez vous, sit down, ma frien',<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Bad night be on de road;</SPAN><BR>
+You come long way an' should be tire&mdash;<BR>
+Jus' wait an' mebbe I feex de fire&mdash;<BR>
+Tak' off your clothes for mak' dem drier,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dey mus' be heavy load."</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Dat 's how poor Louis Desjardins<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Talk to de devil, sir&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Den say, "Try leetle w'isky blanc,<BR>
+Dey 're makin' it back on St. Laurent&mdash;<BR>
+It 's good for night dat 's cole an' raw,"<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">But devil never stir,</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Until he smell de smell dat come<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'en Louis mak' it hot</SPAN><BR>
+Wit' sugar, spice, an' ev'ryt'ing.<BR>
+Enough to mak' a man's head sing&mdash;<BR>
+For winter, summer, fall an' spring&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">It 's very bes' t'ing we got.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' so de devil can't refuse<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">To try de w'isky blanc,</SPAN><BR>
+An' say, "I 'm tryin' many drink,<BR>
+An' dis is de fines' I don't t'ink,<BR>
+De firse, ba tonder! mak' me wink&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Hooraw, pour Canadaw!"</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"Merci&mdash;non, non&mdash;I tak' no more,"<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De devil say at las',</SPAN><BR>
+"For tam is up wit' you, Louis,<BR>
+So come along, ma frien', wit' me,<BR>
+So many star I 'm sure I see,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De storm she mus' be pas'."</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"No hurry&mdash;wait a minute, please,"<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Say Louis Desjardins,</SPAN><BR>
+"We 'll have a smoke before we 're t'roo,<BR>
+'T will never hurt mese'f or you<BR>
+To try a pipe, or mebbe two,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of tabac Canayen." [1]</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"Wan pipe is all I want for me&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">We 'll finish our smoke downstair,"</SPAN><BR>
+De devil say, an' it was enough,<BR>
+For w'en he tak' de very firse puff<BR>
+He holler out, "Maudit! w'at stuff!<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Fresh air! fresh air!! fresh air!!!"</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' oh! he was never sick before<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Till he smoke tabac Bruneau&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Can't walk or fly, but he want fresh air,<BR>
+So Louis put heem on rockin' chair<BR>
+An' t'row heem off on de road out dere&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' tole heem go below.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' he shut de door an' fill de place<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Wit' tabac Canayen,</SPAN><BR>
+An' never come out, an' dat 's a fac'&mdash;<BR>
+But smoke away till hees face is black&mdash;<BR>
+So dat 's w'y de devil don't come back<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For Louis Desjardins.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' dere he 's yet, an' dere he 'll stay&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">So weech of de two 'll win</SPAN><BR>
+Can't say for dat&mdash;it 's kin' of a doubt,<BR>
+For Louis, de pipe never leave hees mout',<BR>
+An' night or day can't ketch heem out,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' devil 's too scare go in.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<BR>
+
+<P CLASS="footnote">
+[1] Canadian tobacco.
+</P>
+
+<BR><BR><BR>
+
+<A NAME="chap06"></A>
+
+<A NAME="img-025"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-025.jpg" ALT="Border" BORDER="0" WIDTH="314" HEIGHT="83">
+</CENTER>
+
+<H2 ALIGN="center">
+The Family Laramie
+</H2>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Hssh! look at ba-bee on de leetle blue chair,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'at you t'ink he 's tryin' to do?</SPAN><BR>
+Wit' pole on de han' lak de lumberman,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">A-shovin' along canoe.</SPAN><BR>
+Dere 's purty strong current behin' de stove,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'ere it 's passin' de chimley-stone,</SPAN><BR>
+But he 'll come roun' yet, if he don't upset,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">So long he was lef' alone.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Dat 's way ev'ry boy on de house begin<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">No sooner he 's twelve mont' ole;</SPAN><BR>
+He 'll play canoe up an' down de Soo<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' paddle an' push de pole,</SPAN><BR>
+Den haul de log all about de place,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Till dey 're fillin' up mos' de room,</SPAN><BR>
+An' say it 's all right, for de storm las' night<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Was carry away de boom.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Mebbe you see heem, de young loon bird,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Wit' half of de shell hangin' on,</SPAN><BR>
+Tak' hees firse slide to de water side,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' off on de lake he 's gone.</SPAN><BR>
+Out of de cradle dey 're goin' sam' way<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">On reever an' lake an' sea;</SPAN><BR>
+For born to de trade, dat 's how dey 're made,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De familee Laramie.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' de reever she 's lyin' so handy dere<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">On foot of de hill below,</SPAN><BR>
+Dancin' along an' singin' de song<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">As away to de sea she go,</SPAN><BR>
+No wonder I never can lak dat song,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For soon it is comin', w'en</SPAN><BR>
+Dey 'll lissen de call, leetle Pierre an' Paul,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' w'ere will de moder be den?</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+She 'll sit by de shore w'en de evenin's come,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' spik to de reever too:</SPAN><BR>
+"O reever, you know how dey love you so,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Since ever dey 're seein' you,</SPAN><BR>
+For sake of dat love bring de leetle boy home<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Once more to de moder's knee."</SPAN><BR>
+An' mebbe de prayer I be makin' dere<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Will help bring dem back to me.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<BR><BR><BR>
+
+<A NAME="chap07"></A>
+
+<A NAME="img-027"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-027.jpg" ALT="Border" BORDER="0" WIDTH="316" HEIGHT="83">
+</CENTER>
+
+<H2 ALIGN="center">
+Yankee Families
+</H2>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+You s'pose God love de Yankee<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' de Yankee woman too,</SPAN><BR>
+Lak he love de folk at home on Canadaw?<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I dunno&mdash;'cos if he do,</SPAN><BR>
+W'at 's de reason he don't geev' dem familee<BR>
+Is dere anybody hangin' roun' can answer me<BR>
+Wile I wait an' smoke dis pipe of good tabac?<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' now I 'll tole you somet'ing<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Mebbe help you bimeby,</SPAN><BR>
+An' dere 's no mistak' it 's w'at dey call sure sign&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'en you miss de baby's cry</SPAN><BR>
+As you 're goin' mak' some visit on de State<BR>
+Dat 's enough&mdash;you need n't ax if de train 's on tam or late,<BR>
+You can bet you 're on de Yankee side de line.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Unless dere 's oder folk dere,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Mebbe wan or two or t'ree,</SPAN><BR>
+Canayen is comin' workin' on de State&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Den you see petite Marie</SPAN><BR>
+Leetle Joe an' Angelique, Hormisdas an' Dieudonné,<BR>
+But you can't tole half de nam'&mdash;it don't matter any way&mdash;<BR>
+'Sides de fader he don't t'ink it's not'ing great.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+De moder, you can see her<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' she got de basket dere</SPAN><BR>
+Wit' de fine t'ing for de chil'ren nice an' slick&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For dey can't get fat on air&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Cucumber, milk, an' onion, some leetle cake also<BR>
+De ole gran'moder 's makin' on de farm few days ago&mdash;<BR>
+W'at 's use buy dollar dinner mak' dem sick?<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+But look de Yankee woman<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Wit' de book upon her han',</SPAN><BR>
+Readin', readin', an' her husban', he can't get<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Any chance at all, poor man,</SPAN><BR>
+For sit down, de way de seat's all pile up wit' magazine&mdash;<BR>
+De t'ing lak dat on Canadaw is never, never seen.<BR>
+Would n't she be better wit' some chil'ren?  Wall! you bet!<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+No wonder dey was bringin'<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For helpin' dem along</SPAN><BR>
+So many kin' of feller I dunno&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Chinee washee from Kong Kong</SPAN><BR>
+An' w'at dey call Da-go, was work for dollar a day,<BR>
+But w'en dey mak' some money, off dey 're goin', right away&mdash;<BR>
+Dat 's de reason dey was get de nam' Da-go.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Of course so long dey 're comin'<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">From ev'ry place dey can,</SPAN><BR>
+Not knowin' moche, dere 's not'ing fuss about<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Only boss de stranger man&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+But now dem gang of feller dat 's come across de sea&mdash;<BR>
+He 's gettin' leetle smarter, an' he got de familee&mdash;<BR>
+So Uncle Sam mus' purty soon look out.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+I wonder he don't know it&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">It 's funny he don't see</SPAN><BR>
+Dere 's somet'ing else dan money day an' night&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Non&mdash;he 'll work hese'f cra-zee,</SPAN><BR>
+Den travel roun' de worl', an' use de money too&mdash;<BR>
+De King hese'f can't spen' lak de Yankee man is do&mdash;<BR>
+But w'ere 's de leetle chil'ren? dat's not right!<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+W'at 's use of all de money<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">If dere ain't some boy an' girl</SPAN><BR>
+Mak' it pleasan' for de Yankee an' hees wife<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'en dey travel on de worl'?</SPAN><BR>
+For me an' Eugenie dere 's not'ing we lak bes'<BR>
+Dan gader up de chil'ren an' get dem nicely dress&mdash;<BR>
+W'y it 's more dan half de pleasure of our life.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+I love de Yankee woman<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' de Yankee man also,</SPAN><BR>
+An' mebbe dey 'll be wiser bimeby&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">But I lak dem all to know</SPAN><BR>
+If dey want to kip deir own, let dem raise de familee&mdash;<BR>
+An' den dey 'll boss de contree from de mountain to de sea,<BR>
+For dey 're smart enough to do it if dey try.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<BR>
+
+<A NAME="img-030"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-030.jpg" ALT="Bird's nest" BORDER="0" WIDTH="231" HEIGHT="145">
+</CENTER>
+
+<BR><BR><BR>
+
+<A NAME="chap08"></A>
+
+<A NAME="img-031"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-031.jpg" ALT="Border" BORDER="0" WIDTH="321" HEIGHT="117">
+</CENTER>
+
+<H2 ALIGN="center">
+The Last Portage
+</H2>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+I'm sleepin' las' night w'en I dream a dream<BR>
+An' a wonderful wan it seem&mdash;<BR>
+For I 'm off on de road I was never see,<BR>
+Too long an' hard for a man lak me,<BR>
+So ole he can only wait de call<BR>
+Is sooner or later come to all.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+De night is dark an' de portage dere<BR>
+Got plaintee o' log lyin' ev'ryw'ere,<BR>
+Black bush aroun' on de right an' lef,<BR>
+A step from de road an' you los' you'se'f;<BR>
+De moon an' de star above is gone,<BR>
+Yet somet'ing tell me I mus' go on.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<A NAME="img-032"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-032.jpg" ALT="&quot;De moon an' de star above is gone,<BR>Yet somet'ing tell me I mus' go on.&quot;" BORDER="2" WIDTH="376" HEIGHT="550">
+<H3 CLASS="h3center" STYLE="width: 376px">
+&quot;De moon an' de star above is gone,<BR>
+Yet somet'ing tell me I mus' go on.&quot;
+</H3>
+</CENTER>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' off in front of me as I go,<BR>
+Light as a dreef of de fallin' snow&mdash;<BR>
+Who is dat leetle boy dancin' dere<BR>
+Can see hees w'ite dress an' curly hair,<BR>
+An' almos' touch heem, so near to me<BR>
+In an' out dere among de tree?<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' den I 'm hearin' a voice is say,<BR>
+"Come along, fader, don't min' de way,<BR>
+De boss on de camp he sen' for you,<BR>
+So your leetle boy 's going to guide you t'roo<BR>
+It 's easy for me, for de road I know,<BR>
+'Cos I travel it many long year ago."<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' oh! mon Dieu! w'en he turn hees head<BR>
+I 'm seein' de face of ma boy is dead&mdash;<BR>
+Dead wit' de young blood in hees vein&mdash;<BR>
+An' dere he 's comin' wance more again<BR>
+Wit' de curly hair, an' dark-blue eye,<BR>
+So lak de blue of de summer sky&mdash;<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' now no more for de road I care,<BR>
+An' slippery log lyin' ev'ryw'ere&mdash;<BR>
+De swamp on de valley, de mountain too<BR>
+But climb it jus' as I use to do&mdash;<BR>
+Don't stop on de road, for I need no res'<BR>
+So long as I see de leetle w'ite dress.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' I foller it on, an' wance in a w'ile<BR>
+He turn again wit' de baby smile,<BR>
+An' say, "Dear fader, I 'm here you see<BR>
+We 're bote togeder, jus' you an' me&mdash;<BR>
+Very dark to you, but to me it 's light,<BR>
+De road we travel so far to-night.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"De boss on de camp w'ere I alway stay<BR>
+Since ever de tam I was go away,<BR>
+He welcome de poores' man dat call,<BR>
+But love de leetle wan bes' of all,<BR>
+So dat 's de reason I spik for you<BR>
+An' come to-night for to bring you t'roo."<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Lak de young Jesu w'en he 's here below<BR>
+De face of ma leetle son look jus' so&mdash;<BR>
+Den off beyon', on de bush I see<BR>
+De w'ite dress fadin' among de tree&mdash;<BR>
+Was it a dream I dream las' night<BR>
+Is goin' away on de morning light?<BR>
+</P>
+
+<BR><BR><BR>
+
+<A NAME="chap09"></A>
+
+<A NAME="img-034"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-034.jpg" ALT="Border" BORDER="0" WIDTH="383" HEIGHT="111">
+</CENTER>
+
+<H2 ALIGN="center">
+Getting On
+</H2>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+I know I 'm not too young, an' ma back is not as straight<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">As it use to be some feefty year ago&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Don't care to go aroun' if de rain is fallin' down<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">'Less de rheumateez is ketch me on de toe&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+But dat is ma beez-nesse, an' no matter how I feel&mdash;-<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Oder folk dey might look out deir own affair</SPAN><BR>
+'Stead o' w'isperin', "Wall! bâ Gosh! lissen poor Maxime Meloche,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">How dat leetle drop o' rain is mak' heem swear!</SPAN><BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">De ole man 's gettin' on!"</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Smart folk lak dat, of course, mebbe never hear de news<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of de tam he 's comin' sick Guillaume Laroche,</SPAN><BR>
+Who 's tak' heem home to die w'en de rapide's runnin' high,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' carry heem on hees shoulder t'roo de bush?</SPAN><BR>
+Oh! no, it was n't me, only wan of dem young man<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Hardly got de baby moustache on de mout',</SPAN><BR>
+Dat's de reason w'y I say to mese'f mos' ev'ry day,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">"Purty hard dere 's not'ing else dan talk about</SPAN><BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">'De ole man 's gettin' on.'"</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+W'at 's mak' me feelin' mad is becos dey don't spik out,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Non! dey 'll sneak aroun' for watch me as I go,</SPAN><BR>
+An' if I mebbe spill leetle water on de hill,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'en I 'm comin' from de well down dere below,</SPAN><BR>
+No use for tellin' me&mdash;I know too moche mese'f,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dat 's de tam I 'm very sure dey alway say,</SPAN><BR>
+"See heem now, how slow he go&mdash;don't I offen tole you so?<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">We 're sorry, but Maxime is have hees day,</SPAN><BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">De ole man's gettin' on."</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+It's foolish t'ing to do, for dere 's alway hang aroun'<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Some crazy feller almos' ev'ry day&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+So I might a' stay at home 'stead o' tryin' feex de boom,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dough I 'm sure de win' is blow de oder way;</SPAN><BR>
+For I never hear dem shout w'en dey let de water out,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' de log dey come a-bangin' down de chute,</SPAN><BR>
+But leetle Joe Leblanc ketch me on de pant, hooraw!<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Den spile de job by w'isperin', "I 'm afraid I spik de trut',</SPAN><BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">De ole man 's gettin' on."</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Only yesterday de pig get loose an' run away,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' de nex' t'ing he was goin' on de corn&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+So I run an' fetch de stick, an' after heem so quick<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Jus' to mak' heem feelin' sorry he was born;</SPAN><BR>
+An' dat pig he laugh at me, an' he fill hees belly full<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">'Fore he 's makin' up his min' for come along&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+I 'm sure I see heem wink&mdash;should n't wonder if he t'ink,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">"Very easy see dere 's somet'ing goin' wrong&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">De ole man 's gettin on."</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+If only I can get some doctor feex me up,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Mak' me feel a leetle looser on de knee&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+On de shoulder, ev'ryw'ere&mdash;ba tonder!  I don't care,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I 'le spen' a couple o' dollar, mebbe t'ree&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Jus' to larn dem feller dere how to skip an' how to jomp,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">On de way I beat deir fader long ago&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Yass siree! an' purty soon dey 'll sing anoder tune,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' wonder w'at de devil 's dere to show</SPAN><BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">De ole man's gettin' on.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Oh! dat maudit rheumateez! now she's ketchin' me again<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">On de back becos I 'm leetle bit excite,</SPAN><BR>
+An' put ma finger down, widout stoopin' on de groun'&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">But I 'll do dat trick to-morrow, not to-night&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+All de sam' I often t'ink ev'ry dog is got hees day,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dat 's de lesson I was learnin' on de school;</SPAN><BR>
+So I can't help feelin' blue w'en I wonder if it 's true<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'at dey 're sayin'&mdash;dough o' course dey 're only fool&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">De ole man 's gettin' on.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<BR>
+
+<A NAME="img-038"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-038.jpg" ALT="Thistle" BORDER="0" WIDTH="323" HEIGHT="399">
+</CENTER>
+
+<BR><BR><BR>
+
+<A NAME="chap10"></A>
+
+<A NAME="img-039"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-039.jpg" ALT="Border" BORDER="0" WIDTH="320" HEIGHT="136">
+</CENTER>
+
+<H2 ALIGN="center">
+Pioneers
+</H2>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+If dey 're walkin' on de roadside, an' dey 're bote in love togeder,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' de star of spring is shinin' wit' de young moon in between,</SPAN><BR>
+It was purty easy guessin' dey 're not talkin' of de wedder,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'en de boy is comin' twenty, an' de girl is jus' eighteen.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+It 's a sign de winter 's over, an' it 's pleasan' hear de talkin'<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of de bull-frog on de swamp dere wit' all hees familee&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+But it 's lonesome doin' not'ing, an' dere 's not moche fun in walkin',<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">So we fin' some fence dat 's handy for mese'f an' Rosalie.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<A NAME="img-040"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-040.jpg" ALT="&quot;So we fin' some fence dat 's handy for mese'f an' Rosalie.&quot;" BORDER="2" WIDTH="378" HEIGHT="544">
+<H3 CLASS="h3center" STYLE="width: 378px">
+&quot;So we fin' some fence dat 's handy for mese'f an' Rosalie.&quot;
+</H3>
+</CENTER>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' I dunno how it happen, w'en her head come on ma shoulder,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' her black eye on de moonlight, lak de star shine&mdash;dat 's de way.</SPAN><BR>
+(Mebbe it 's becos de springtam) so I ketch her han' an' tole her<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of how moche I 'd lak to tak' her on some contree far away.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Den she say, I 'll mak' an offer, if you 're sure you want to tak' me<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">On de place I dunno w'ere&mdash;me&mdash;you mus' pay beeg price, Jo-seph.</SPAN><BR>
+You can carry me off to-morrow, so I 'm never comin' back&mdash;me&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">But you 'll lose upon de bargain, for de price I want's you'se'f."</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+I was purty good for tradin', mebbe tak' it from ma fader,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For de ole man 's alway tryin' show me somet'ing dat was new&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+But de trade I mak' dat evenin' wit' poor Rosalie, I rader<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Not say not'ing moche about it, dough it 's bes' I never do.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+So we settle on de reever wit' de bush for miles behin' us&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Here we buil' de firse log shaintee, only me an' Rosalie&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Dat 's de woman help her husban'! an' w'en winter come an' fin' us<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">We was ready waitin' for heem jus' as happy as could be.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Bar'l o' pork an' good potato, wan or two oder t'ing too<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Leetle w'isky, plaintee flour, an' wood-pile stannin' near&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Don't min' de hardes' winter, an' fat enough in spring too&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De folk dat 's comin' handy w'en you want de contree clear!</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Rosalie, you see her outside on de porch dere wit' her knittin'&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Yass, of course I know she 's changin' since de day she marry me&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+An' she 'll never sit no more dere on de fence lak leetle kitten&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">She 'd be safer on a stone wall, but she 's still ma Rosalie.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+All alone: de neares' shaintee, over ten mile down de reever&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' might be only yesterday, I 'member it so well&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+W'en I 'm comin' home wan morning affer trappin' on de beaver,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' ma wife is sayin', "Hurry, go an' fetch Ma-dame Labelle."</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+If you 're stan'in' on de bank dere, you mus' t'ink I 'm crazy feller<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">By de way I work de paddle, an' de way canoe she go&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+But Ma-dame know all about it, an' I never need to tell her,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' we jus' get back in tam' dere for welcome leetle Joe.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Dat 's de way dem woman 's doin' for help along each oder,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For Pierre Labelle he 's comin' now an' den for Rosalie&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Of course dere 's many tam too, dey got to be godmoder&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' w'en dey want godfader, w'y dere 's only Pierre an' me.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Twenty year so hard we 're workin', twenty year reapin', sowin',<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Choppin' tree an' makin' portage, an' de chil'ren help us too&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+But it 's never feelin' lonesome w'ile de familee is growin',<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' de cradle seldom empty, an' we got so moche to do.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Den w'en all de work is finish, w'at dey 're callin' de surveyor<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">He 's comin' here an' fin' us, an' of course so well he might&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+For it 's easy job to foller, w'en de road is lyin' dere,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">So blin' man he can walk it wit' hees eyes closed, darkes' night.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' de nex' t'ing dere 's a township, an' de township bring de taxes,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' it 's leetle hard on us too, dat 's way it seem to me&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+An' de Gover'ment, I s'pose dey 'll never t'ink at all to ax us<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For de small account dey 're owin' mese'f an' Rosalie.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+So we 'll see de beeg procession very soon come up de reever&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Some will settle on de roadside, some will stay upon de shore&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+But de ole place we be clearin', I don't t'ink we 'll never leave her,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dough we 're all surroun' by stranger an' we 're</SPAN><BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">in de worl' wance more.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<BR><BR><BR>
+
+<A NAME="chap11"></A>
+
+<A NAME="img-045"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-045.jpg" ALT="Border" BORDER="0" WIDTH="319" HEIGHT="105">
+</CENTER>
+
+<H2 ALIGN="center">
+Natural Philosophy
+</H2>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Very offen I be t'inkin' of de queer folk goin' roun',<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And way dey kip a-talkin' of de hard tam get along&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+May have plaintee money too, an' de healt' be good an' soun'&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">But you 'll fin' dere 's alway somet'ing goin' wrong&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+'Course dere may be many reason w'y some feller ought to fret&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">But me, I 'm alway singin' de only song I know&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+'T is n't long enough for music, an' so short you can't forget,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">But it drive away de lonesome, an' dis is how she go,</SPAN><BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">"Jus' tak' your chance, an' try your luck."</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Funny feller 's w'at dey call me&mdash;"so diff'ren' from de res',"<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">But ev'rybody got hees fault, as far as I can see&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+An' all de t'ing I 'm doin', I do it for de bes',<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dough w'en I 'm bettin' on a race, dat 's often loss for me&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+"Oho!" I say, "Alphonse ma frien', to-day is not your day,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For more you got your money up, de less your trotter go&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+But never min' an' don't lie down," dat 's w'at I alway say,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' sing de sam' ole song some more, mebbe a leetle slow&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">"Jus' tak' your chance, an' try your luck."</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+S'pose ma uncle die an' let me honder-dollar, mebbe two&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' I don't tak' hees advice&mdash;me&mdash;for put heem on de bank&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+'Stead o' dat, some lot'rie ticket, to see w'at I can do,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' purty soon I 'm findin' out dey 're w'at you call de blank&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Wall! de bank she might bus' up dere&mdash;somet'ing might go wrong&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dem feller, w'en dey get it, mebbe skip before de night&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Can't tell&mdash;den w'ere 's your money?  So I sing ma leetle song<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' don't boder wit' de w'isky, an' again I feel all right,</SPAN><BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">"Jus' tak' your chance, an' try your luck."</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+If you 're goin' to mak' de marry, kip a look out on de eye,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">But no matter how you 're careful, it was risky anyhow&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+An' if you 're too unlucky, jus' remember how you try<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For gettin' dat poor woman, dough she may have got you now&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+All de sam', it sometam happen dat your wife will pass away&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">No use cryin', you can't help it&mdash;dere 's your duty to you'se'f&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+You don't need to ax de neighbor, dey will tell you ev'ry day<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Start again lak hones' feller, for dere's plaintee woman lef'&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">"Jus' tak' your chance, an' try your luck."</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Poor man lak me, I 'm not'ing: only w'en election 's dere,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' ev'rybody 's waitin' to ketch you by de t'roat&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+De money I be makin' den, wall! dat was mon affaire&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' affer all w'at diff'rence how de poor man mak' de vote?</SPAN><BR>
+So I do ma very bes'&mdash;me&mdash;wit' de wife an' familee&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">On de church door Sunday morning, you can see us all parade&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Len' a frien' a half a dollar, an' never go on spree&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">So w'en I 'm comin' die&mdash;me&mdash;no use to be afraid&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">"Jus' tak' your chance, an' try your luck."</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<BR><BR><BR>
+
+<A NAME="chap12"></A>
+
+<A NAME="img-049"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-049.jpg" ALT="Border" BORDER="0" WIDTH="316" HEIGHT="121">
+</CENTER>
+
+<H2 ALIGN="center">
+Champlain
+</H2>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"W'ere 'll we go?" says Pierre de Monts,[1]<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">To hese'f as he walk de forwar' deck,</SPAN><BR>
+"For I got ma share of Trois Rivières<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' I never can lak Kebeck&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Too moche Nort' Pole&mdash;maudit! it 's cole<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Oh! la! la! de win' blow too.</SPAN><BR>
+An' I 'm sure w'at I say, M'sieu Pontgravé<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">He know very well it 's true.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+But here 's de boat, an' we 're all afloat<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">A honder an' fifty ton&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+An' look at de lot of man we got,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">No better beneat' de sun&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Provision, too, for all de crew<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' pries' for to say de prayer,</SPAN><BR>
+So mes chers amis, dey can easy see<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De vessel mus' pass somew'ere.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+If I only know de way to go<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For findin' some new an' pleasan' lan',"</SPAN><BR>
+But jus' as he spik, he turn roun' quick,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' dere on de front, sir, stan' de Man.</SPAN><BR>
+"You was callin' me, I believe," says he,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">As brave as a lion&mdash;"Tiens!</SPAN><BR>
+W'en we reach de sea, an' de ship is free,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">You can talk wit' Samuel de Champlain." [2]</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Wan look on hees eye an' he know for w'y<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Young Samuel spik no more,</SPAN><BR>
+So he shake hees han', an' say, "Young man,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Too bad you don't come before;</SPAN><BR>
+But now you are here, we 'll geev' t'ree cheer,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' away w'erever you want to go&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+For I lak your look an' swear on de Book<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">You 'll fin' de good frien' on Pierre de Monts."</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+So de sail 's set tight, an' de win' is right,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For it 's blowin' dem to de wes'&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+An' dey say deir prayer, for God knows w'ere<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De anchor will come to res'&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Adieu to de shore dey may see no more&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Good-bye to de song an' dance&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+De girl dey love, an' de star above<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Kipin' watch on de lan' of France.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Den it 's "Come below, M'sieu Pierre de Monts,"<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Champlain he say to de capitaine&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+"An' I 'll tell to you, w'at I t'ink is true<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dough purty hard, too, for understan'&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+I dream a dream an' it alway seem<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dat God hese'f he was say to me&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+'Rise up, young man, de quick you can<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' sail your ship on de western sea.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"'De way may be long, an' de win' be strong,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' wave sweep over de leetle boat&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+But never you min', an' you 're sure to fin',<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">If you trus' in me, you will kip afloat.'</SPAN><BR>
+An' I tak' dat ship, an' I mak' de trip<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">All on de dream I was tellin' you&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+An' oh! if you see w'at appear to me,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I wonder w'at you was a-t'inkin' too?</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"I come on de lan' w'ere dere 's no w'ite man&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I come on de shore w'ere de grass is green&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+An' de air is clear as de new-born year,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' of all I was see, dis lan's de Queen&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+So I 'm satisfy if we only try<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' fin' if dere 's anyt'ing on ma dream,</SPAN><BR>
+An' I 'll show de way," Champlain is say&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Den Pierre de Monts he is answer heem,</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"All right, young man, do de bes' you can&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">So long you don't bring me near Kebeck&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Or Trois Rivières, not moche I care,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' I hope your dream's comin' out correc'."</SPAN><BR>
+So de brave Champlain he was say, "Tres bien,"<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' soon he was boss of de ship an' crew</SPAN><BR>
+An' pile on de sail, wedder calm or gale&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Oh! dat is de feller know w'at to do.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Don't I see heem dere wit' hees long black hair<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">On de win' blowin' out behin'&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Watchin' de ship as she rise an' dip,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' always follerin' out de Sign?</SPAN><BR>
+An' day affer day I can hear heem say<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">To de sailor man lonesome for home an' frien',</SPAN><BR>
+"Cheer up, mes amis, for soon you will see<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De lan' risin' up on de oder en'."</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Wall! de tam go by, an' still dey cry<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">"Oh! bring us back for de familee's sake."</SPAN><BR>
+Even Pierre de Monts fin' it leetle slow<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' t'ink mebbe somebody mak' mistake&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+But he don't geev' in for he 's boun' to win'&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De young Champlain&mdash;an' hees heart grow strong</SPAN><BR>
+W'en de voice he hear say, "Never fear;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">You won't have to suffer for very long."</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Alone on de bow I can see heem now<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Wan mornin' in May w'en de sun was rise&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Smellin' de air lak a bloodhoun', dere&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' de light of de Heaven shine on hees eyes.</SPAN><BR>
+A minute or more he is wait before<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">He tak' off de hat an' raise hees han'&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Den down on de knee, sayin', "Dieu merci!"<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">He cross hese'f dere, an' I understan'&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"Ho! Ho! De Monts! are you down below,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Sleepin' so soun' on de bed somew'ere?</SPAN><BR>
+If you 're feelin' well, come up an' tell<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'at kin' of a cloud you be seein' dere."</SPAN><BR>
+Den every wan shout w'en de voice ring out<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of de young Champlain on dat summer day,</SPAN><BR>
+"Lan'! it is lan'!" cry de sailor man&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">You can hear dem holler ten mile away.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Port Rossignol is de place dey call<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">(I 'm sorry dat nam' it was disappear);</SPAN><BR>
+An' mos' ev'ry tree dem Frenchman see<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Got nice leetle bird singin', "Welcome here."</SPAN><BR>
+An' happy dey were, dem voyageurs<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' de laugh come out on de sailors' face&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+No wonder, too, w'en de shore dey view,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For w'ere can you see it de better place?</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em; letter-spacing: 2em">******</SPAN><BR>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+If you want to fin' w'at is lef' behin'<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of de story I try very hard tell you,</SPAN><BR>
+Don't bodder me now or raise de row,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">But study de book de sam' I do.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<BR>
+
+<P CLASS="footnote">
+[1] De-mo.
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="footnote">
+[2] Shaum-pla.
+</P>
+
+<BR><BR><BR>
+
+<A NAME="chap13"></A>
+
+<A NAME="img-055"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-055.jpg" ALT="Border" BORDER="0" WIDTH="310" HEIGHT="80">
+</CENTER>
+
+<H2 ALIGN="center">
+Pro Patria
+</H2>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Was leevin' across on de State Vermont;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'ere mountain so high you see&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Got plaintee to do, so all I want<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Is jus' to be quiet&mdash;me&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+No bodder, no fuss, only work aroun'<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">On job I don't lak refuse&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+But affer de familee settle down<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">It 's come w'at dey call war-news.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+De Spanish da-go he was gettin' mad,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' he 's dangerous l'Espagnol!</SPAN><BR>
+An' ev'ry wan say it was lookin' bad,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Not safe on de State at all&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+So Yankee he 's tryin' for sell hees farm,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' town 's very moche excite,</SPAN><BR>
+Feexin' de gun an' de fire-alarm,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' ban' playin' ev'ry night.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' soon dere 's comin', all dress to kill,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Beeg feller from far away,</SPAN><BR>
+Shoutin' lak devil on top de hill,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' dis is de t'ing he say&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"Strike for your home an' your own contree!<BR>
+Strike for your native lan'!<BR>
+Kip workin' away wit' de spade an' hoe,<BR>
+Den jump w'en you hear de bugle blow,<BR>
+For danger 's aroun', above, below,<BR>
+But de bugle will tell if it 's tam to go."<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' he tak' de flag wit' de star an' stripe,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' holler out&mdash;"Look at me!</SPAN><BR>
+If any wan touch dat flag, bâ cripe!<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">He 's dead about wan&mdash;two&mdash;t'ree."</SPAN><BR>
+Den he pull it aroun' heem few more tam,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' sit on de rockin' chair,</SPAN><BR>
+Till somebody cheer for hees Uncle Sam,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dough I don't see de ole man dere.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+I got a long story for tell dat night<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">On poor leetle Rose Elmire,</SPAN><BR>
+An' she say she 's sorry about de fight<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">We 're doin' so well down here&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+But it 's not our fault an' we can't help dat,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De law she is made for all,</SPAN><BR>
+So our duty is wait for de rat-tat-tat<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of drum an' de bugle call.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' it 's busy week for Elmire an' me,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I 'm sure you 'd pity us too&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Workin' so hard lak you never see,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For dere 's plaintee o' job to do&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Den half o' de night packin' up de stuff<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">We got on de small cabane&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+An' buyin' a horse, dough he cos' enough,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For Yankee 's a hard trade man.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' how can I sleep if ma wife yell out&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">"Gédéon, dere she goes!"</SPAN><BR>
+An' bang an' tear all de house about<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'en Johnnie is blow hees nose?</SPAN><BR>
+Poor leetle chil'ren dey suffer too,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Lyin' upon de floor,</SPAN><BR>
+Wit' de bed made up, for dey never go<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">On de worl' lak dat before.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+We got to be ready, of course, an' wait&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De chil'ren, de wife, an' me,</SPAN><BR>
+For show de Yankee upon de State,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Ba Golly! how smart we be.</SPAN><BR>
+You know de game dey call checker-boar'?<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Wall! me an' ma wife Elmire,</SPAN><BR>
+We 're playin' dat game on de outside door<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Wit' leetle wan gader near;</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Jus' as de sun on de sky go down<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' mountain dey seem so fine,</SPAN><BR>
+Ev'ryt'ing quiet, don't hear a soun',<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">So I 'm lookin' across de line.</SPAN><BR>
+An' I t'ink of de tam I be leevin' dere<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">On county of Yamachiche,</SPAN><BR>
+De swamp on de bush w'ere I ketch de hare<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De reever I use to feesh.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' ma wife Elmire w'en she see de tear,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">She cry leetle bit herse'f&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Put her han' on ma neck, an' say, "Ma dear,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I 'm sorry we never lef';</SPAN><BR>
+But money 's good t'ing, an' dere 's nice folk too,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Leevin' upon Vermont&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Got plaintee o' work for me an' you&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Is dere anyt'ing more we want?</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Dere 's w'at dey 're callin' de war beez-nesse&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">It 's troublesome t'ing, of course,</SPAN><BR>
+But no gettin' off&mdash;mus' strike wit' de res',<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">No matter&mdash;it might be worse&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+We 're savin' along&mdash;never lose a day,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' ready w'en bugle blow&mdash;"</SPAN><BR>
+But dat was de very las' word she say,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For dere it commence to go,</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Blowin' away on de mountain dere,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'ere snow very seldom melts,</SPAN><BR>
+Down by de reever an' ev'ryw'ere,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">We could n't hear not'ing else&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Nobody stop to fin' out de place,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Too busy for dat to-day&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+But we never forget de law in de case<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'en feller he spik dis way&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"Strike for your home an' your own contree!<BR>
+Strike for your native lan'!<BR>
+Kip workin' away wit' de spade an' hoe,<BR>
+Den jump w'en you hear de bugle blow,<BR>
+For danger 's aroun', above, below,<BR>
+But de bugle will tell if it 's tam to go."<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' de chil'ren yell, an' de checker-boar'<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Don't do her no good at all&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+An' nobody never jump before<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Lak de crowd w'en dey hear de call,</SPAN><BR>
+Dat was de familee,&mdash;bet your life<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I 'm prouder, bâ Gosh! to-day</SPAN><BR>
+Mese'f, de leetle wan, an' de wife,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dan anyt'ing I can say&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+'Cos nobody strike on de way we do&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For home an' deir own contree&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Wit' fedder bed, stove, de cradle too,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' ev'ryt'ing else we see&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Pilin' de wagon up ten foot high<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Goin' along de road&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+An' de Yankee say as we 're passin' by<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dey never see such a load&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+So dat 's how we 're comin' to Yamachiche&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' dat 's w'y we 're stayin' here&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Jus' to be quiet an' hunt an' feesh,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Not'ing at all to fear&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+An' if ever you lissen de Yankee folk<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Brag an' kick up de fuss&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+An' say we 're lak cattle upon de yoke,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' away dey can trot from us&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<A NAME="img-060a"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-060a.jpg" ALT="&quot;Jus' tell dem de news of Gédéon Plouffe--<BR>How he jump wit' de familee.&quot;" BORDER="2" WIDTH="385" HEIGHT="616">
+<H3 CLASS="h3center" STYLE="width: 385px">
+&quot;Jus' tell dem de news of Gédéon Plouffe&mdash;<BR>
+How he jump wit' de familee.&quot;
+</H3>
+</CENTER>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Jus' tell dem de news of Gédéon Plouffe&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">How he jump wit' de familee</SPAN><BR>
+An' strike w'en de bugle is raise de roof<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For home an' hees own contree.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<BR>
+
+<A NAME="img-060"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-060.jpg" ALT="Flower" BORDER="0" WIDTH="216" HEIGHT="136">
+</CENTER>
+
+<BR><BR><BR>
+
+<A NAME="chap14"></A>
+
+<A NAME="img-061"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-061.jpg" ALT="Border" BORDER="0" WIDTH="307" HEIGHT="80">
+</CENTER>
+
+<H2 ALIGN="center">
+Getting Stout
+</H2>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Eighteen, an' face lak de&mdash;w'at 's de good?<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dere 's no use tryin' explain</SPAN><BR>
+De way she 's lookin', dat girl Marie&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">But affer it pass, de rain,</SPAN><BR>
+An' sun come out of de cloud behin',<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' laugh on de sky wance more&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Wall! dat is de way her eye it shine<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'en she see me upon de door.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' dere she 's workin' de ole-tam sash,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De fines' wan, too, for sure.</SPAN><BR>
+"Who is it for, ma belle Marie&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">You 're makin' de nice ceinture?</SPAN><BR>
+Come out an' sit on de shore below,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For watchin' dem draw de net,</SPAN><BR>
+Ketchin' de feesh," an' she answer, "No,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De job is n't finish yet;</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"Stan' up, Narcisse, an' we 'll see de fit.<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dat sash it was mak' for you,</SPAN><BR>
+For de ole wan 's gettin' on, you know,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' o' course it 'll never do</SPAN><BR>
+If de boy I marry can't go an' spen'<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'at dey 're callin' de weddin' tour</SPAN><BR>
+Wit' me, for visitin' all hees frien',<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' not have a nice ceinture."</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' den she measure dat sash on me,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' I fin' it so long an' wide</SPAN><BR>
+I pass it aroun' her, an' dere we stan',<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De two of us bote inside&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+"Could n't be better, ma chère Marie,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dat sash it is fit so well&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+It jus' suit you, an' it jus' suit me,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' bote togeder, ma belle."</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+So I wear it off on de weddin' tour<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' long after dat also,</SPAN><BR>
+An' never a minute I 'm carin' how<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De win' of de winter blow&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Don't matter de cole an' frosty night&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Don't matter de stormy day,</SPAN><BR>
+So long as I 'm feex up close an' tight<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Wit' de ole ceinture fleché.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' w'ere 's de woman can beat her now,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Ma own leetle girl Marie?</SPAN><BR>
+For we 're marry to-day jus' feefty year<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' never a change I see&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+But wan t'ing strange, dough I try ma bes'<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For measure dat girl wance more,</SPAN><BR>
+She say&mdash;"Go off wit' de foolishness,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Or pass on de outside door.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"You know well enough dat sash get tight<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Out on de snow an' wet</SPAN><BR>
+Drivin' along on ev'ry place,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Den how can it fit me yet?</SPAN><BR>
+Shows w'at a fool you be, Narcisse,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'enever you go to town;</SPAN><BR>
+Better look out, or I call de pries'<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For makin' you stan' aroun'."</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+But me, I 'm sure it was never change,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dat sash on de feefty year&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+An' I can't understan' to-day at all,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'at 's makin' it seem so queer&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+De sash is de sam', an' woman too,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Can't fool me, I know too well&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+But woman, of course dey offen do<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Some funny t'ing&mdash;you can't tell!</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<BR><BR><BR>
+
+<A NAME="chap15"></A>
+
+<A NAME="img-064"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-064.jpg" ALT="Border" BORDER="0" WIDTH="312" HEIGHT="81">
+</CENTER>
+
+<H2 ALIGN="center">
+Doctor Hilaire
+</H2>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+A stranger might say if he see heem drink till he almos' fall,<BR>
+"Doctor lak dat for sick folk, he 's never no use at all,"<BR>
+But wait till you hear de story dey 're tellin' about heem yet,<BR>
+An' see if you don't hear somet'ing, mebbe you won't forget.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Twenty odd year she 's marry, Belzemire Lafreniere,<BR>
+An' oh! but she 's feelin' lonesome 'cos never a sign is dere&mdash;<BR>
+Purty long tam for waitin', but poor leetle Belzemire<BR>
+She 's bad enough now for pay up all of dem twenty year.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Call heem de oldes' doctor, call heem de younges' wan,<BR>
+Bring dem along, no matter if ev'ry dollar 's gone&mdash;<BR>
+T'ree of dem can't do not'ing, workin' for two days dere,<BR>
+She was a very sick woman, Belzemire Lafreniere.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Pierre he was cryin', cryin' out on de barn behin',<BR>
+Neighbors tryin' to kip heem goin' right off hees min',<BR>
+W'en somebody say, "Las' winter, ma wife she is nearly go,<BR>
+An' who do you t'ink is save her? ev'ry wan surely know.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"Drink? does he drink de w'isky? don't care I 'm hees only frien',<BR>
+Dere 's only wan answer comin'.  Wall! leetle bit now an' den<BR>
+Doctor Hilaire he tak' it, but if it was me or you<BR>
+Leevin' on Beausejour dere, w'at are you goin' to do?<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"An' so you may t'ank de w'isky, 'cos w'ere 'll he be to-day<BR>
+If he never is drinkin' not'ing?  Many a mile away<BR>
+Off on de great beeg city, makin' de money quick,<BR>
+W'ere ev'ry wan want de doctor w'enever he 's leetle sick.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"Remember de way to get heem is tell heem it's bad, bad case,<BR>
+Or Doctor Hilaire you 'll never see heem upon dis place!<BR>
+Tell heem dere 's two life waitin', an' sure to be comin' die<BR>
+Unless he is hurry quicker dan ever de bird can fly.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"T'orty mile crick is runnin' over de road, I 'm sure,<BR>
+But if you can fin' de crossin' you 'll ketch heem at Beausejour.<BR>
+Sober or drunk, no matter, bring heem along you mus',<BR>
+For Doctor Hilaire 's de only man of de lot for us."<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Out wit' de quickes' horse den, Ste. Genevieve has got,<BR>
+An' if ever you show your paces, now is de tam to trot&mdash;<BR>
+Johnnie Dufresne is drivin', w'at! never hear tell of heem,<BR>
+Off on de Yankee circus, an' han'le a ten-horse team?<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Dat was de lonesome journey over de mountain high,<BR>
+Down w'ere de w'ite fog risin' show w'ere de swamp is lie,<BR>
+An' drive as he can de faster, an' furder away he get,<BR>
+Johnnie can hear dat woman closer an' closer yet.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Offen he tell about it, not'ing he never do<BR>
+Geev' heem de funny feelin' Johnnie is goin' t'roo,<BR>
+But he is sure of wan t'ing, if Belzemire 's comin' die,<BR>
+Poor woman, she 'd never foller affer heem wit' her cry.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Dat is de t'ing is cheer heem, knowin' she is n't gone,<BR>
+So he answer de voice a-callin', tellin' her to hol' on,<BR>
+Till he bring her de help she 's needin' if only she wait a w'ile<BR>
+Dat is de way he 's doin' all of dem t'orty mile&mdash;<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Lucky he was to-night, too, for place on de crick he got,<BR>
+Search on de light of day-tam, he could n't fin' better spot,<BR>
+But jus' as it happen', mebbe acre or two below,<BR>
+Is place w'ere de ole mail-driver 's drownin' a year ago.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+W'ere is de road? he got it, an' very soon Beausejour<BR>
+Off on de hillside lyin', dere she is, small an' poor,<BR>
+Lookin' so lak starvation might a' been t'roo de war,<BR>
+An' dere, on de bar-room sleepin', de man he is lookin' for.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Drunk? he is worse dan ever&mdash;poor leetle man! too bad!<BR>
+Lissen to not'ing neider, but Johnnie is feel so glad<BR>
+Ketchin' heem dere so easy, 'fore he can answer, "No"&mdash;<BR>
+He 's tyin' heem on de buggy, an' off on de road he go&mdash;<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Half o' de journey 's over, half o' de night is pass,<BR>
+W'en Doctor Hilaire stop swearin', an' start to get quiet at las'&mdash;<BR>
+Don't do any good ax Johnnie lettin' heem loose again,<BR>
+For if any man tak' de chances, would n't be Johnnie Dufresne.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Hooraw for de black horse trotter! hooraw for de feller drive!<BR>
+An' wan leetle cheer for Belzemire dat 's kipin' herse'f alive<BR>
+Till Johnnie is bring de doctor, an' carry heem on de door<BR>
+An' loosen heem out as sober as never he was before.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Quiet inside de house now, quiet de outside too,<BR>
+Look at each oder smokin', dat 's about all we do;<BR>
+An' jus' as we feel, ba tonder! no use, we mus' talk or die,<BR>
+Dere on de house we 're hearin' poor leetle baby's cry.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Dat 's all, but enough for makin' tear comin' down de face,<BR>
+An' Pierre, if you only see heem jumpin' aroun' de place<BR>
+You 'd t'ink of a colt in spring-tam&mdash;den off on de barn we go<BR>
+W'ere somebody got de bottle for drinkin' de healt', you know.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Takin' it too moche w'isky, is purty hard job to cure,<BR>
+But only for poor ole w'isky, village of Beausejour<BR>
+Can never have such a doctor, an' dat 's w'y it aint no tam<BR>
+Talk very moche agin it, but fill her up jus' de sam'.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' drink to de baby's moder, here 's to de baby too,<BR>
+An' Doctor Hilaire, anoder, beeger dan all, for you.<BR>
+For sober or drunk, no matter, so long as he understan'<BR>
+It's very bad case is waitin', Doctor Hilaire 's de man.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<BR><BR><BR>
+
+<A NAME="chap16"></A>
+
+<A NAME="img-071"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-071.jpg" ALT="Border" BORDER="0" WIDTH="315" HEIGHT="80">
+</CENTER>
+
+<H2 ALIGN="center">
+Barbotte (Bull-pout)
+</H2>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Dere 's some lak dory, an' some lak bass,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' plaintee dey mus' have trout&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+An' w'ite feesh too, dere 's quite a few<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Not satisfy do widout&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Very fon' of sucker some folk is, too,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">But for me, you can go an' cut</SPAN><BR>
+De w'ole of dem t'roo w'at you call menu,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">So long as I get barbotte&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">Ho! Ho! for me it 's de nice barbotte.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+No fuss to ketch heem&mdash;no row at all,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De sam' as you have wit' bass&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Never can tell if you hook heem well,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' mebbe he 's gone at las'!</SPAN><BR>
+An' trout, wall! any wan 's ketchin' trout<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dey got to be purty smart&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+But leetle bull-pout, don't have to look out,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For dem feller got no heart&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">Good t'ing, dey ain't got no heart</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Dat 's wan of de reason I lak heem too&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For all you have got to do</SPAN><BR>
+Is takin' your pole on de feeshin' hole<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' anchor de ole canoe&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Den spit on de worm for luck, an' pass<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De leetle hook up de gut,</SPAN><BR>
+An' drop it down slow, jus' a minute or so,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' pull up de nice barbotte,</SPAN><BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">Ha! Ha! de fine leetle fat barbotte.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Pleasan' to lissen upon de spring<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De leetle bird sing hees song,</SPAN><BR>
+Wile you watch de line an' look out for sign<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of mooshrat swimmin' along;</SPAN><BR>
+Den tak' it easy an' smoke de pipe,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' w'ere is de man has got</SPAN><BR>
+More fun dan you on de ole canoe<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'en dey 're bitin', de nice barbotte&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">De nice leetle fat barbotte.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+No runnin' aroun' on de crick for heem,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">No jompin' upon de air,</SPAN><BR>
+Makin' you sweat till your shirt is wet<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' sorry you 're comin' dere&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Foolin' away wit' de rod an' line<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Mebbe de affernoon&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+For sure as he bite he 's dere all right,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' you 're ketchin' heem very soon&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">Yass sir! you 're gettin' heem purty soon.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Den tak' heem off home wit' a dozen more<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' skin heem so quick you can,</SPAN><BR>
+Fry heem wit' lard, an' you 'll fin' it hard<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">To say if dere 's on de pan</SPAN><BR>
+Such feesh as dat on de worl' before<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Since Adam, you know, is shut</SPAN><BR>
+Out of de gate w'en he 's comin' home late,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">As de nice leetle fat barbotte&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">Dat 's true, de nice leetle sweet barbotte.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<BR><BR><BR>
+
+<A NAME="chap17"></A>
+
+<A NAME="img-074a"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-074a.jpg" ALT="Lyrics and melody of &quot;The Rossignol&quot;" BORDER="2" WIDTH="365" HEIGHT="615">
+<H3 CLASS="h3center" STYLE="width: 365px">
+Lyrics and melody of &quot;The Rossignol&quot;
+</H3>
+</CENTER>
+
+<BR>
+
+<A NAME="img-074b"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-074b.jpg" ALT="Lyrics and melody of &quot;The Rossignol&quot;--Concluded" BORDER="2" WIDTH="370" HEIGHT="609">
+<H3 CLASS="h3center" STYLE="width: 500px">
+Lyrics and melody of &quot;The Rossignol&quot;&mdash;Concluded
+</H3>
+</CENTER>
+
+<BR><BR>
+
+<A NAME="img-076"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-076.jpg" ALT="Border" BORDER="0" WIDTH="327" HEIGHT="175">
+</CENTER>
+
+<H2 ALIGN="center">
+THE ROSSIGNOL
+</H2>
+
+<H3 ALIGN="center">
+Air&mdash;"Sur la Montagne"
+</H3>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Jus' as de sun is tryin'<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Climb on de summer sky</SPAN><BR>
+Two leetle bird come flyin'<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Over de mountain high&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Over de mountain, over de mountain,<BR>
+Hear dem call,<BR>
+Hear dem call&mdash;poor leetle rossignol!<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Out of de nes' togeder,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Broder an' sister too,</SPAN><BR>
+Out on de summer wedder<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'en de w'ole worl' is new&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Over de mountain, over de mountain,<BR>
+Hear dem call,<BR>
+Hear dem call&mdash;poor leetle rossignol!<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+No leetle heart was lighter,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">No leetle bird so gay,</SPAN><BR>
+Never de sun look brighter<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dan he is look to-day&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Over de mountain, over de mountain,<BR>
+Hear dem call,<BR>
+Hear dem call&mdash;poor leetle rossignol!<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+W'y are dey leave de nes' dere<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'ere dey was still belong?</SPAN><BR>
+Better to stay an' res' dere<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Until de wing is strong.</SPAN><BR>
+Over de mountain, over de mountain,<BR>
+Hear dem call,<BR>
+Hear dem call&mdash;poor leetle rossignol!<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+W'at is dat watchin' dere now<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Up on de maple tall,</SPAN><BR>
+Better look out, tak' care now,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Poor leetle rossignol,</SPAN><BR>
+Over de mountain, over de mountain,<BR>
+Hear dem call,<BR>
+Hear dem call&mdash;poor leetle rossignol!<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Here dey are comin' near heem<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Singin' deir way along&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+How can dey know to fear heem<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Poor leetle bird so young&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Over de mountain, over de mountain,<BR>
+Hear dem call,<BR>
+Hear dem call&mdash;poor leetle rossignol!<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Moder won't hear you cryin',<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'at is de use to call,</SPAN><BR>
+W'en he is comin' flyin'<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Quick as de star is fall?</SPAN><BR>
+Over de mountain, over de mountain,<BR>
+Hear dem call,<BR>
+Hear dem call&mdash;poor leetle rossignol?<BR>
+</P>
+
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em; letter-spacing: 2em">******</SPAN><BR>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Up w'ere de nes' is lyin',<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">High on de cedar bough,</SPAN><BR>
+W'ere de young hawk was cryin'<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Soon will be quiet now.</SPAN><BR>
+Over de mountain, over de mountain,<BR>
+Hear heem call,<BR>
+Hear heem call&mdash;poor leetle rossignol!<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+If he had only kissed her,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Poor leetle rossignol!</SPAN><BR>
+But he was los' hees sister,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' it 's alone he call&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Over de mountain, over de mountain,<BR>
+Hear heem call,<BR>
+Hear heem call&mdash;poor leetle rossignol!<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Only a day of gladness,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Only a day of song,</SPAN><BR>
+Only a night of sadness<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Lastin' de w'ole life long.</SPAN><BR>
+Over de mountain, over de mountain,<BR>
+Hear heem call,<BR>
+Hear heem call&mdash;poor leetle rossignol!<BR>
+</P>
+
+<BR><BR><BR>
+
+<A NAME="chap18"></A>
+
+<A NAME="img-079"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-079.jpg" ALT="Border" BORDER="0" WIDTH="317" HEIGHT="82">
+</CENTER>
+
+<H2 ALIGN="center">
+Meb-be
+</H2>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+A quiet boy was Joe Bedotte,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' no sign anyw'ere</SPAN><BR>
+Of anyt'ing at all he got<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Is up to ordinaire&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+An' w'en de teacher tell heem go<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' tak' a holiday,</SPAN><BR>
+For wake heem up, becos' he 's slow,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Poor Joe would only say,</SPAN><BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">"Wall! meb-be."</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Don't bodder no wan on de school<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Unless dey bodder heem,</SPAN><BR>
+But all de scholar t'ink he 's fool<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Or walkin' on a dream&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+So w'en dey 're closin' on de spring<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of course dey 're moche surprise</SPAN><BR>
+Dat Joe is takin' ev'ry-t'ing<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of w'at you call de prize.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<A NAME="img-080"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-080.jpg" ALT="&quot;Don't bodder no wan on de school<BR>Unless dey bodder heem.&quot;" BORDER="2" WIDTH="392" HEIGHT="503">
+<H3 CLASS="h3center" STYLE="width: 392px">
+&quot;Don't bodder no wan on de school<BR>
+Unless dey bodder heem.&quot;
+</H3>
+</CENTER>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' den de teacher say, "Jo-seph,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I know you 're workin' hard&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Becos' w'en I am pass mese'f<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I see you on de yard</SPAN><BR>
+A-splittin' wood&mdash;no doubt you stay<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' study half de night?"</SPAN><BR>
+An' Joe he spik de sam' ole way<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">So quiet an' polite,</SPAN><BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">"Wall! meb-be."</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Hees fader an' hees moder die<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' lef' heem dere alone</SPAN><BR>
+Wit' chil'ren small enough to cry,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' farm all rock an' stone&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+But Joe is fader, moder too,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' work bote day an' night</SPAN><BR>
+An' clear de place&mdash;dat 's w'at he do,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' bring dem up all right.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+De Curé say, "Jo-seph, you know<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Le bon Dieu 's very good&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+He feed de small bird on de snow,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De caribou on de wood&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+But you deserve some credit too&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I spik of dis before."</SPAN><BR>
+So Joe he dunno w'at to do<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' only say wance more,</SPAN><BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">"Wall! meb-be."</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' Joe he leev' for many year<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' helpin' ev'ry wan</SPAN><BR>
+Upon de parish far an' near<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Till all hees money 's gone&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+An' den de Curé come again<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Wit' tear-drop on hees eye&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+He know for sure poor Joe, hees frien',<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Is well prepare to die.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"Wall! Joe, de work you done will tell<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'en you get up above&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+De good God he will treat you well<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' geev' you all hees love.</SPAN><BR>
+De poor an' sick down here below,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I 'm sure dey 'll not forget,"</SPAN><BR>
+An' w'at you t'ink he say, poor Joe,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Drawin' hees only breat'?</SPAN><BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">"Wall! meb-be."</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<BR><BR><BR>
+
+<A NAME="chap19"></A>
+
+<A NAME="img-082"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-082.jpg" ALT="Border" BORDER="0" WIDTH="411" HEIGHT="307">
+</CENTER>
+
+<H2 ALIGN="center">
+Snubbing (Tying-up) the Raft
+</H2>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Las' night dey 're passin', de golden plover,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dis mornin' I 'm seein' de bluebird's wing,</SPAN><BR>
+So if not'ing go wrong, de winter 's over,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' not very long till we got de spring.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' nex' t'ing de reever she 'll start a-hummin',<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' den you 'll hear it, de song an' laugh,</SPAN><BR>
+Is tellin' de news, de boys are comin'<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Home again on de saw-log raf'.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+All very well for see dem swingin'<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Roun' de beeg islan' dere on de bay,</SPAN><BR>
+Nice t'ing too, for to hear dem singin',<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">'Cos it mak' me t'ink of de good ole day.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' me&mdash;I could lissen dem song forever,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">But it is n't so pleasan' w'en evenin' fall,</SPAN><BR>
+An' dey 're lookin' for place to stay, an' never<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Snub de raf' on ma place at all&mdash;-</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Dat 's de fine cove if dey only know it&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Hard to fin' better on St. Maurice,</SPAN><BR>
+Up de reever or down below it,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' house on de hill only leetle piece.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+W'at is de reason den, w'en dey fin' dem<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Raf' comin' near me, dey all get scare,</SPAN><BR>
+An' pull lak de devil was close behin' dem,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' 'way down de reever to Joe Belair?</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Two mile more, wit' de rock an' stone dere,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' water so shallow can't float canoe,</SPAN><BR>
+But ev'ry boy of de gang, he 's goin' dere,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Even de cook, an' de captain too&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+W'at is de reason, I lak to know&mdash;me&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Ma own leetle cove 's lyin' empty dere,</SPAN><BR>
+An' nobody stop till dey go below me,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Snubbin' de raf' on Joe Belair?</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Not'ing lak dat twenty year ago, sir,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'en voyageurs' comin' from up above,</SPAN><BR>
+Dere 's only wan place us feller know, sir,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'en dey 're goin' ashore, an' dat's de cove.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' dere on door of de house she 's stan'nin'<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">To welcome us back, Madame Baribeau,</SPAN><BR>
+An' Pierre hese'f, he was on de lan'nin',<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Ready for ketchin' de rope we t'row.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' oh! de girl use to mak' us crazy&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For many a fine girl Pierre has got&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Right on de jomp too&mdash;never lazy,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">But Sophie 's de fines' wan of de lot.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Me&mdash;I was only a comon feller,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' love&mdash;wall! jus' lak de leetle calf,</SPAN><BR>
+An' it's true, I 'm sure, w'at dey offen tell her,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I 'm de uglies' man on boar' de raf'.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+But Sophie 's so nice an' good shese'f too,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De uglies' man upon all de worl'</SPAN><BR>
+Forget hees face an' forget hese'f too,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">T'ree minute affer he see dat girl&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' dat 's de reason de chance is better,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For you must n't be t'ink of you'se'f at all,</SPAN><BR>
+But t'ink of de girl if you want to get her,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' so we 're marry upon de fall.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' purty soon den dey all get started,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For marryin' fever come so strong</SPAN><BR>
+W'en de firse wan go, dat dey 're broken-hearted<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' tak' mos' anyt'ing come along.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+So Joe Belair, w'en hees house is buil' dere,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">He go down de reever wit' Eugenie,</SPAN><BR>
+An' place I settle on top de hill dere,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De ole man geev' it to Sophie an' me.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' along dey come, wan foller de oder,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dozen o' girl&mdash;not a boy at all&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Never a girl tak' affer de moder,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">But all lak de fader, beeg an' small&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+A dozen o' girl, of course, no wonder<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">A few of dem look lak me&mdash;sapree!</SPAN><BR>
+But w'en dey 're comin' dat way, ba tonder!<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">She 's jus' a leetle too moche for me.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' Joe Belair, he was down below me,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Funny t'ing too, he is ketch also,</SPAN><BR>
+Ev'ryt'ing girl&mdash;how it come dunno&mdash;me&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">But dey 're all lak de familee Baribeau&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Growin' up purty de sam' de moder&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' soon as dey know it along de shore</SPAN><BR>
+De boys stop comin', an' never bodder<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For snub de raf' on ma place no more&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+So w'at is de chance ma girl she 's gettin',<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Don't care w'ere I look, none at all I see,</SPAN><BR>
+No use, I s'pose, kipin' on a-frettin',<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dough it's very hard case poor man lak me.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+W'at 'll I do for bring dem here,&mdash;me?<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Can't be blowin' dem to de moon&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Or buil' a dam on de reever near me<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For fear we 're sure to be drownin' soon.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+To-night I can hear hees darn ole fiddle,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Playin' away on Joe Belair&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Can hear heem holler, "Pass down de middle<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' dance on your partner over dere."</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<A NAME="img-086"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-086.jpg" ALT="&quot;To-night I can hear hees darn ole fiddle,<BR>Playin' away on Joe Belair.&quot;" BORDER="2" WIDTH="527" HEIGHT="424">
+<H3 CLASS="h3center" STYLE="width: 527px">
+&quot;To-night I can hear hees darn ole fiddle,<BR>
+Playin' away on Joe Belair.&quot;
+</H3>
+</CENTER>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Pleasan' t'ing too, for to smell de w'isky<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Off on de leetle back room&mdash;bâ oui&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Helpin' de ole folk mak' dem frisky,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Very pleasan' for dem, but not for me&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Oh! it mak' me mad, an' I 'm tire tryin'<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">To show how I feel, an' it 's hard to tell&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+So I 'll geev' it up, for dere 's no good cryin';<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">'Sides w'at is de use of a two-mile smell?</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Non!&mdash;I don't go dere if dey all invite me,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Or de worl' itse'f&mdash;she come to an' en'.</SPAN><BR>
+De Bishop hese'f, ba Gosh! can write me,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">But Jo-seph Belair, he 's no more ma frien'</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Can't fin' me dere if de sky come down, sir,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I rader ma girl she would never dance&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+But far away, off on de Yankee town, sir,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I 'll tak' dem w'ere mebbe dey have a chance.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' reever an' cove, dough I 'll not forget dem,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' voyageurs too, an' Joe Belair,</SPAN><BR>
+Can do w'at dey lak, an' me&mdash;I 'll let dem<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Go w'ere dey want to, for I don't care.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<BR><BR><BR>
+
+<A NAME="chap20"></A>
+
+<A NAME="img-088"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-088.jpg" ALT="Border" BORDER="0" WIDTH="309" HEIGHT="79">
+</CENTER>
+
+<H2 ALIGN="center">
+A Rainy Day in Camp
+</H2>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+A rainy day in camp! how you draw the blankets closer,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">As the big drops patter, patter on the shingles overhead,</SPAN><BR>
+How you shudder when recalling your wife's "You ought to know, sir,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">That it 's dangerous and improper to smoke a pipe in bed."</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+A rainy day in camp! is it possible to find better?<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Tho' the lake is like a caldron, and aloft the thunder rolls;</SPAN><BR>
+Yet the old canoe is safely on the shore where you can let her<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Stay as long as Jupiter Pluvius in the clouds is punching holes.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+A rainy day in camp! and the latest publication<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">That the mice have left unnibbled, tells you all about "Eclipse,"</SPAN><BR>
+How the Derby fell before him, how he beat equine creation,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">But the story yields to slumber with the pipe between your lips.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Wake again and turn the pages, where they speak of Lester Wallack<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And the heroes of the buskin over thirty years ago&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Then in case the damp surroundings cause an inconvenient colic,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">What 's the matter with the treatment neutralizing H<SUB>2</SUB>O?</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+A rainy day in camp! what an interesting collection,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">In this magazine so ancient, of items small and great&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+The History of the Negro, illustrating every section,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">So different from the present White House Colored Fashion Plate!</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+A rainy day in camp! and you wonder how the C. P.<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And the G. T. competition will affect the Golden West&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+But these problematic matters only tend to make you sleepy,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And again beneath the blankets, like a babe you sink to rest.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Cometh now the giant moose heads, that no eye of man can number&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Every rain-drop on the roof-tree is a plunging three-pound trout&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Till a musk ox in a snow-drift turns and butts you out of slumber,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And you wake to hear Bateese say, "Dat 's too bad,</SPAN><BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">de fire 's gone out."</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+A rainy night in camp! with the blazing logs before us,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Let the wolf howl in the forest and the loon scream on the lake,</SPAN><BR>
+Turn them loose, the wild performers of Nature's Opera Chorus<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And ask if Civilization can sweeter music make.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<BR><BR><BR>
+
+<A NAME="chap21"></A>
+
+<A NAME="img-091"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-091.jpg" ALT="Border" BORDER="o" WIDTH="315" HEIGHT="77">
+</CENTER>
+
+<H2 ALIGN="center">
+Josette
+</H2>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+I see Josette on de car to-day,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Leetle Josette Couture,</SPAN><BR>
+An' it 's easy tellin' she 's been away<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">On market of Bonsecour&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+'Cos dere 's de blueberry on de pail<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Wit' more t'ing lyin' about&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+An' dere 's de basket wit' de tail<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of de chicken stickin' out.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Ev'ry conductor along de road<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Help her de bes' he can,</SPAN><BR>
+An' I see dem sweat wit' de heavy load,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Many a beeg, strong man&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+But it 's differen' t'ing w'en she tak' hol',<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Leavin' dem watchin' dere&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+For wedder de win' blow hot or cole<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Josette never turn a hair.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Wonderful woman for seexty-five&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Smart leetle woman sure!</SPAN><BR>
+An' if he 's wantin' to kip alive<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">On church of de Bonsecour</SPAN><BR>
+De pries' he mus' rise 'fore de rooster crow,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Or mebbe he 'll be too late</SPAN><BR>
+For seein' dere on de street below,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Josette comin' in de gate.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' half of de mornin' she don't spen' dere<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Hangin' aroun' de pew&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Bodderin' God wid de long, long prayer&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For bote of dem got to do</SPAN><BR>
+Plaintee work 'fore de day's gone by,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' well she know&mdash;Josette&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+No matter how busy an' hard she try,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De work 's never finish yet.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' well he know it, de habitant,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Who is it ketch heem, w'en</SPAN><BR>
+He 's drivin' along from St. Laurent&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For it 's easier bargain den&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+'Cos if de habitant only sole<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De whole of hees load dat way&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Of course he 's savin' de market toll<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' not'ing at all to pay.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Dey call her ole maid, but I can't tell&mdash;me&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De chil'ren she has got:</SPAN><BR>
+No fader, no moder, dat 's way dey be&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">You never see such a lot&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+An' if you ax how she fin' de clothes<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' food for de young wan dere&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+She say: "Wit' de help of God, I s'pose;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' de leetle shop down stair."</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Comin' an' goin' mos' all de tam,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Helpin' dem all along,</SPAN><BR>
+Jus' lak de ole sheep watch de lamb<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Till dey are beeg an' strong&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Not'ing lak dat I be seein' yet,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' it 's hard to beat for sure&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+She say: "Wit' de help of God, I s'pose;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' de leetle shop down stair."</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<A NAME="img-092"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-092.jpg" ALT="&quot;So dat 's de reason dey call Josette<BR>Leetle sister of de poor.&quot;" BORDER="2" WIDTH="381" HEIGHT="588">
+<H3 CLASS="h3center" STYLE="width: 381px">
+&quot;So dat 's de reason dey call Josette<BR>
+Leetle sister of de poor.&quot;
+</H3>
+</CENTER>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Comin' an' goin' mos' all de tam,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Helpin' dem all along,</SPAN><BR>
+Jus' lak de ole sheep watch de lamb<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Till dey are beeg an' strong&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Not'ing lak dat I be seein' yet,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' it 's hard to beat for sure&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+So dat 's de reason dey call Josette<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Leetle Sister of de poor.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<BR>
+
+<A NAME="img-093"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-093.jpg" ALT="Josette" BORDER="0" WIDTH="234" HEIGHT="328">
+<H3 CLASS="h3center" STYLE="width: 234px">
+Josette
+</H3>
+</CENTER>
+
+<BR><BR><BR>
+
+<A NAME="chap22"></A>
+
+<A NAME="img-094"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-094.jpg" ALT="Border" BORDER="0" WIDTH="307" HEIGHT="77">
+</CENTER>
+
+<H2 ALIGN="center">
+Joe Boucher
+</H2>
+
+<H3 ALIGN="center">
+Air&mdash;"Car si mon moine."
+</H3>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Joe Boucher was a frien' of mine,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Joe Boucher was a happy man,</SPAN><BR>
+Till he tell a young girl he 'd lak to fin'<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Some nice leetle wife for hees new cabane.</SPAN><BR>
+Now he 's los' hees life too,<BR>
+All on account of de wife too,<BR>
+An' I know you 'll be sorry 'bout dat poor feller,<BR>
+I know you 'll be sorry for Joe Boucher.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+De nam' dat girl she 's Azeel-daw,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' purty good worker, too, dey say&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+She don't lose chance for a brave garçon,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' so she marry Joe Boucher.</SPAN><BR>
+Now he 's los' hees life too,<BR>
+All on account of de wife too,<BR>
+An' I know you 'll be sorry 'bout dat poor feller,<BR>
+I know you 'll be sorry for Joe Boucher.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Den off on de wood poor Joe he lef',<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' w'en he 's home wit' de bird in spring,</SPAN><BR>
+An' fin' leetle feller jus' lak hese'f,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Mebbe Joe don't dance an' Joe don't sing!</SPAN><BR>
+Now he 's los' hees life too,<BR>
+All on account of hees wife too,<BR>
+An' I know you 'll be sorry 'bout dat poor feller,<BR>
+I know you 'll be sorry for Joe Boucher.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Dat 's all very well till de fall come along,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' Joe got to go on de bush encore,</SPAN><BR>
+But w'en he come back he sing no song,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For dere was two leetle baby more.</SPAN><BR>
+Now he 's los' hees life too,<BR>
+All on account of de wife too,<BR>
+An' I know you 'll be sorry 'bout dat poor feller,<BR>
+I know you 'll be sorry for Joe Boucher.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+He don't say not'ing, but he t'ink beeg lot,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' won't tak' a drink for two, t'ree day,</SPAN><BR>
+But not moche money poor Joe he got,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">So off on de reever he 's goin' away.</SPAN><BR>
+Now he 's los' hees life too,<BR>
+All on account of de wife too,<BR>
+An' I know you 'll be sorry 'bout dat poor feller,<BR>
+I know you 'll be sorry for Joe Boucher.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+W'en May come along dat beau garçon<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">He 's only gettin' anoder scare&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+For he know by de smile on Azeel-daw<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">She got t'ree fine new baby dere.</SPAN><BR>
+Now he 's los' hees life too,<BR>
+All on account of de wife too,<BR>
+An' I know you 'll be sorry 'bout dat poor feller,<BR>
+I know you 'll be sorry for Joe Boucher.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+So he kill hese'f dead, dat beau garçon<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">He work so hard for de familee,</SPAN><BR>
+An' he say, "Too bad, but Azeel-daw,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I 'm sorry she marry poor man lak me."</SPAN><BR>
+Now he 's los' hees life too,<BR>
+All on account of hees wife too,<BR>
+An' I know you 'll be sorry 'bout dat poor feller,<BR>
+I know you 'll be sorry for Joe Boucher.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Now I know very well dat all poor man<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">He tak' some chance w'en he get marie,</SPAN><BR>
+So he better look out all de bes' he can,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Or he 'll be ketch lak Joe Boucher&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Now he 's los' hees life too,<BR>
+All on account of de wife too,<BR>
+An' I know you 'll be sorry 'bout dat poor feller,<BR>
+I know you 'll be sorry for Joe Boucher.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<BR><BR><BR>
+
+<A NAME="chap23"></A>
+
+<A NAME="img-097"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-097.jpg" ALT="Border" BORDER="0" WIDTH="322" HEIGHT="130">
+</CENTER>
+
+<H2 ALIGN="center">
+Charmette
+</H2>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Away off back on de mountain-side,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Not easy t'ing fin' de spot,</SPAN><BR>
+W'ere de lake below is long an' wide,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">A nice leetle place I got,</SPAN><BR>
+Mebbe ten foot deep by twenty-two,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' if you see it, I bet</SPAN><BR>
+You 'll not be surprise w'en I tole to you<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I chrissen dat place Charmette.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Dat 's purty beeg word, Charmette, for go<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">On poor leetle house so small,</SPAN><BR>
+Wit' only wan chimley, a winder or so,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' no galerie at all&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+But I want beeg word, so de worl' will know<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'at dat place it was mean to me,</SPAN><BR>
+An' dere on de book of Jean Jacques Rousseau,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Charmette is de nam' I see.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+O ma dear Charmette! an' de stove is dere,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">(Good stove) an' de wood-pile too.</SPAN><BR>
+An' stretch out your finger mos' anyw'ere,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dere 's plaintee for comfort you&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+You 're hongry? wall! you got pork an' bean,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Mak' you feel lak Edouard de King&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+You 're torsty?  Jus' look dere behin' de screen,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' mebbe you fin' somet'ing&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Ha! Ha! you got it.  Ma dear Charmette.<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dere 's many fine place, dat 's true,</SPAN><BR>
+If you travel aroun' de worl', but yet<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'ere is de place lak you?</SPAN><BR>
+Open de door, don't kip it close&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'at 's air of de mornin' for?</SPAN><BR>
+Would you fassen de door on de win' dat blows<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Over God's own boulevard?</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+You see dat lake?  Wall!  I alway hate<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">To brag&mdash;but she 's full of trout,</SPAN><BR>
+So full dey can't jump togeder, but wait<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' tak' deir chance, turn about&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+An' if you be campin' up dere above,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De mountain would be so high,</SPAN><BR>
+Very offen de camp you 'd have to move,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Or how can de moon pass by?</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<A NAME="img-098"></A>
+<H3 ALIGN="center">
+"You see dat lake?  Wall!  I alway hate<BR>
+To brag--but she 's full of trout."
+</H3>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+It 's wonderful place for sure, Charmette,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' ev'ry wan say to me&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+I got all de pleasure de man can get<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">'Cept de wife an' de familee&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+But somebody else can marry ma wife,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Have de familee too also,</SPAN><BR>
+W'at more do I want, so long ma life<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Was spare to me here below?</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+For we can't be happier dan we been<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Over twenty year, no siree!</SPAN><BR>
+An' if ever de stranger come between<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De leetle Charmette an' me,</SPAN><BR>
+Den all I can say is, kip out de way,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For dynamite sure I 'll get,</SPAN><BR>
+An' affer dat you can hunt all day<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For me an' ma dear Charmette.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<BR><BR><BR>
+
+<A NAME="chap24"></A>
+
+<A NAME="img-100"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-100.jpg" ALT="Border" BORDER="0" WIDTH="400" HEIGHT="305">
+</CENTER>
+
+<H2 ALIGN="center">
+Lac Souci
+</H2>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Talk about lakes! dere 's none dat lies in<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Laurentide mountain or near de sea,</SPAN><BR>
+W'en de star 's gone off an' de sun is risin',<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Can touch w'at dey call it Lac Souci,</SPAN><BR>
+Restin' dere wit' de woods behin' her,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Sleepin' dere t'roo de summer night&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+But watch her affer de mornin's fin' her,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' over de hill-top shine de light.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+See w'ere de shadder sweep de water,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Pine tree an' cloud, how dey come an' go;</SPAN><BR>
+Careful now, an' you 'll see de otter<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Slidin' into de pool below&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Look at de loon w'en de breeze is ketch heem<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Shakin' hese'f as he cock de eye!</SPAN><BR>
+Takes a nice leetle win' to fetch heem,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">So he 's gettin' a chance to fly.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Every bird dey mus' kip behin' heem<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'en he 's only jus' flap de wing,</SPAN><BR>
+Ah! dere he 's goin'&mdash;but never min' heem,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For lissen de robin begin to sing&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Trout 's comin' up too!&mdash;dat 's beeg rise dere,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Four of dem!  Golly! it 's purty hard case,</SPAN><BR>
+No rod here, an' dey 're all good size dere!<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Don't ax me not'ing about de place.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+No use nobody goin' murder<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">T'ree an' four pounder lak dat, siree!</SPAN><BR>
+Wall! if you promise it won't go furder<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I 'll tole you nex' summer&mdash;bimeby&mdash;mebbe&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+W'at is dat movin' among de spruce dere?<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Sure as I 'm livin' dere 's 'noder wan too&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Offen enough I 'm gettin' a moose dere,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Non!&mdash;it 's only a couple of caribou.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Black duck so early?  See how dey all come,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Wan leetle family roun' de ben'&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Let dem enjoy it, wait till de fall come,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dey won't be feelin' so happy den!</SPAN><BR>
+Smoke on de mountain?  Yass, I can smell her&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Who is it now, Jean Bateese Boucher?</SPAN><BR>
+Geev' me some tam, an' I 'll feex dat feller<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Shootin' de moose on de summer day.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+W'at do you t'ink of a sapree beaver<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Hittin' hees tail on de lake dat way?</SPAN><BR>
+Ought to be home wit' hees wife&mdash;not leave her<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Workin' away on de house all day&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Funny t'ing, too, how he alway fin' me<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Sailin' along on de ole canoe,</SPAN><BR>
+Lookin' for sign&mdash;den bang! behin' me<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' down on de water&mdash;dat's w'at he do.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Otter feeshin' an' bob cat cryin'&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Up on de sky de beeg black hawk&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Down on de swamp w'ere a dead log 's lyin',<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Pa'tridge doin' hees own cake-walk!</SPAN><BR>
+If you never was see dem, hear dem&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Tak' leetle tour on de Lac Souci,</SPAN><BR>
+An' w'enever you 're comin' near dem,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">You 're goin' crazy de sam' as me.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Talk about lakes of every nation,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Talk about water of any kin',</SPAN><BR>
+Don't matter you go over all creation&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De Lac Souci she can beat dem blin'.</SPAN><BR>
+Happy to leev an' happy to die dere&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">But Heaven itself won't satisfy me,</SPAN><BR>
+Till I fin' leetle hole off on de sky dere<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'ere I can be lookin' on Lac Souci!</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<BR><BR><BR>
+
+<A NAME="chap25"></A>
+
+<A NAME="img-104"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-104.jpg" ALT="Border" BORDER="0" WIDTH="317" HEIGHT="86">
+</CENTER>
+
+<H2 ALIGN="center">
+Poirier's Rooster
+</H2>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"W'at's dat? de ole man gone, you say?<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Wall! Wall! he mus' be sick,</SPAN><BR>
+For w'en he pass de oder day,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">He walk along widout de stick,</SPAN><BR>
+Lak twenty year or so&mdash;<BR>
+Fine healt'y man, ole Telesphore,<BR>
+I never see heem sick before,<BR>
+Some rheumateez, but not'ing more&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">Please tell me how he go."</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+You 're right, no common t'ing for sure<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Is kill heem lak de res';</SPAN><BR>
+No sir! de man was voyageur<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Upon de Grande Nor' Wes'</SPAN><BR>
+Until he settle here<BR>
+Is not de feller 's goin' die<BR>
+Before he 's ready by an' bye,<BR>
+So if you want de reason w'y<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">I 'll tell you, never fear.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+You know how moche he lak to spik<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' tole us ev'ryt'ing about</SPAN><BR>
+De way de French can alway lick<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' pull de w'ole worl' inside out,</SPAN><BR>
+Poor Telesphore Cadotte!<BR>
+He 's knowin' all de victory,<BR>
+An' braves' t'ing was never be,<BR>
+To hear heem talk, it 's easy see<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">He 's firse-class patriot.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Hees leetle shoe store ev'ry night<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Can hardly hol' de crowd of folk</SPAN><BR>
+Dat come to lissen on de fight,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' w'en you see de pile of smoke</SPAN><BR>
+An' hear ole Telesphore<BR>
+Hammer de boot upon hees knee,<BR>
+You t'ink of course of Chateauguay,<BR>
+An' feel dat 's two, t'ree enemy<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">Don't bodder us no more.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+But oh! dat evening w'en he sen'<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De call aroun' for come en masse,</SPAN><BR>
+An' den he say, "Ma dear ole frien',<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dere 's somet'ing funny come to pass,</SPAN><BR>
+I lak you all to hear&mdash;<BR>
+You know dat Waterloo affair?<BR>
+H-s-s-h! don't get excite, you was n't dere&mdash;<BR>
+All quiet?  Wall!  I 'll mak' it square,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">So lissen on your ear.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"I 'm readin' on de book to-day<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">(Some book, dey say, was guarantee),</SPAN><BR>
+An' half a dollar too I pay,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">But cheap, because it 's tellin' me</SPAN><BR>
+De t'ing I 'm glad to know&mdash;<BR>
+Of course de w'ole worl' understan'<BR>
+Napoleon fight de bes' he can,<BR>
+But he 's not French at all, dat man,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">But leetle small Da-go.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"Anoder t'ing was mak' it show<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dere 's not'ing new below de sun,</SPAN><BR>
+Is w'en I 'm findin' as I go&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dat feller dey call Welling-ton,</SPAN><BR>
+He 's English?  No siree!<BR>
+But only maudit Irlandais!<BR>
+(Dat 's right! dey 're alway in de way,<BR>
+Dem Irish folk), an' so I say<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">I 'm satisfy for me.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"It 's not our fault, dat 's all explain&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dere 's no use talk of Waterloo,</SPAN><BR>
+Not our affair&mdash;" an' off again<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">He hammer, hammer on de shoe,</SPAN><BR>
+An' don't say not'ing more,<BR>
+But w'issle "Madame Isabeau,"<BR>
+Good news lak dat is cheer heem so&mdash;<BR>
+Den tak' a drink before we go,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">De poor ole Telesphore!</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' now he 's gone!  Wall!  I dunno,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Can't say&mdash;he 's better off meb-be,</SPAN><BR>
+Don't work so hard on w'ere he go&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dat 's wan t'ing sure I 'm t'inkin'&mdash;me&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Unless he los' hees track.<BR>
+But w'en dat boy come runnin' in<BR>
+De leetle shop, an' start begin<BR>
+On Poirier's rooster, how he win&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">I lak to break hees back.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Poor Telesphore was tellin' how<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Joe Monferrand can't go to sleep,</SPAN><BR>
+Until he 's kickin' up de row,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Den pile dem nearly ten foot deep,</SPAN><BR>
+Dem English sojer man&mdash;<BR>
+Can't blame de crowd dey all hooraw,<BR>
+For bes' man on de Ottawaw,<BR>
+An' geev' t'ree cheer for Canadaw,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">De very bes' dey can.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' Telesphore again he start<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For tell de story leetle more,</SPAN><BR>
+Anoder wan before we part,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'en bang! a small boy t'roo de door</SPAN><BR>
+On w'at you call "full pelt,"<BR>
+Is yellin' till it reach de skies,<BR>
+"Poirier's rooster got de prize,<BR>
+Poirier's rooster got de prize,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">An' win de Champion belt!"</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' sure enough, he beat dem all,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Joe Poirier's leetle red game bird,</SPAN><BR>
+On beeges' show dey have dis fall,&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De Yankee rooster only t'ird</SPAN><BR>
+An' Irish number two&mdash;<BR>
+We hear a jump, an' Telesphore&mdash;<BR>
+I never see de lak before&mdash;<BR>
+He flap hees wing upon de floor<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">An' cock a doodle doo!</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Dat 's finish heem, he 's gone at las',<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' never come aroun' again&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+We 'll miss heem w'en we 're goin' pas',<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' see no light upon de pane&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+But pleasure we have got,<BR>
+We 'll kip it on de memory yet,<BR>
+An' dough of course we 'll offen fret,<BR>
+Dere 's wan t'ing sure, we 'll not forget<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">Poor Telesphore Cadotte!</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<BR><BR><BR>
+
+<A NAME="chap26"></A>
+
+<A NAME="img-109"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-109.jpg" ALT="Border" BORDER="0" WIDTH="314" HEIGHT="80">
+</CENTER>
+
+<H2 ALIGN="center">
+Dominique
+</H2>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+You dunno ma leetle boy Dominique?<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Never see heem runnin' roun' about de place?</SPAN><BR>
+'Cos I want to get advice how to kip heem lookin' nice,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">So he won't be alway dirty on de face&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Now dat leetle boy of mine, Dominique,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">If you wash heem an' you sen' heem off to school,</SPAN><BR>
+But instead of goin' dere, he was playin' fox an' hare&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Can you tell me how to stop de leetle fool?</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"I 'd tak' dat leetle feller Dominique,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' I 'd put heem on de cellar ev'ry day,</SPAN><BR>
+An' for workin' out a cure, bread an' water 's very sure,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">You can bet he mak' de promise not to play!"</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Dat 's very well to say, but ma leetle Dominique<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'en de jacket we put on heem 's only new,</SPAN><BR>
+An' he 's goin' travel roun' on de medder up an' down,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Wit' de strawberry on hees pocket runnin' t'roo,</SPAN><BR>
+An' w'en he climb de fence, see de hole upon hees pant,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">No wonder hees poor moder 's feelin' mad!</SPAN><BR>
+So if you ketch heem den, w'at you want to do, ma frien'?<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Tell me quickly an' before he get too bad.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"I 'd lick your leetle boy Dominique,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I 'd lick heem till he 's cryin' purty hard,</SPAN><BR>
+An' for fear he 's gettin' spile, I 'd geev' heem castor ile,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' I would n't let heem play outside de yard."</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+If you see ma leetle boy Dominique<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Hangin' on to poor ole "Billy" by de tail,</SPAN><BR>
+W'en dat horse is feelin' gay, lak I see heem yesterday,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I s'pose you t'ink he 's safer on de jail?</SPAN><BR>
+W'en I 'm lightin' up de pipe on de evenin' affer work,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' de powder dat young rascal's puttin' in,</SPAN><BR>
+It was makin' such a pouf, nearly blow me t'roo de roof&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'at 's de way you got of showin' 't was a sin?</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"Wall! I put heem on de jail right away,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">You may bet de wan is got de beeges' wall!</SPAN><BR>
+A honder foot or so, w'ere dey never let heem go,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Non! I would n't kip a boy lak dat at all."</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Dat 's good advice for sure, very good,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">On de cellar, bread an' water&mdash;it 'll do,</SPAN><BR>
+De nice sweet castor ile geev' heem ev'ry leetle w'ile,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' de jail to finish up wit' w'en he 's t'roo!</SPAN><BR>
+Ah! ma frien', you never see Dominique,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'en he 's lyin' dere asleep upon de bed,</SPAN><BR>
+If you do, you say to me, "W'at an angel he mus' be,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' dere can't be not'ing bad upon hees head."</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Many t'ank for your advice, an' it may be good for some,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">But de reason you was geev' it is n't very hard to seek&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Yass! it 's easy seein' now w'en de talk is over, how<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">You dunno ma leetle boy Dominique?</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<BR><BR><BR>
+
+<A NAME="chap27"></A>
+
+<A NAME="img-112"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-112.jpg" ALT="Border" BORDER="0" WIDTH="310" HEIGHT="78">
+</CENTER>
+
+<H2 ALIGN="center">
+Home
+</H2>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"Oh! Mother the bells are ringing as never they rang before,<BR>
+And banners aloft are flying, and open is every door,<BR>
+While down in the streets are thousands of men I have never seen&mdash;<BR>
+But friendly are all the faces&mdash;oh! Mother, what can it mean?"<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"My little one," said the mother, "for many long, weary years&mdash;<BR>
+Thro' days that the sunshine mocked at, and nights<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">that were wet with tears,</SPAN><BR>
+I have waited and watched in silence, too proud to speak, and now<BR>
+The pulse of my heart is leaping, for the children have kept the vow.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"And there they are coming, coming, the brothers you never knew,<BR>
+But, sightless, my ears would know them, so steady and firm and true<BR>
+Is the tramp of men whose fathers trod where the wind blows free,<BR>
+Over the heights of Queenston, and willows of Chateaugay.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"For whether it be a thousand, or whether a single man&mdash;<BR>
+In the calm of peace, or battle, since ever the race began,<BR>
+No human eye has seen it&mdash;'t is an undiscovered clime,<BR>
+Where the feet of my children's fathers have not stepped<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">and beaten time.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"The enemy at my threshold had boasted and jeered and cried&mdash;<BR>
+'The pledge of your offsprings' birthright your children<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">have swept aside&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+They cumber the land of strangers, they dwell in the alien's tent<BR>
+Till "home" is a word forgotten, and "love" but a bow unbent.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"'Planners and builders of cities (were ever such men as these?),<BR>
+Counsellors, guides, and moulders of the strangers' destinies&mdash;<BR>
+Conquerors, yet are they conquered, and this is the word and sign,<BR>
+You boast of their wise seed-sowing, but the harvest they reap is mine.'<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"Ah! little the stranger knew me&mdash;this mocking but friendly foe,<BR>
+The youngest mother of nations! how could the stranger know<BR>
+The faith of the old grey mother,&mdash;her sorrows and hopes and fears?<BR>
+Let her speak when her sons are tested, like mine,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">for a thousand years!</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"Afar in the dim savanna when the dawn of the spring is near,<BR>
+What is it wakes the wild goose, calling him loud and clear?<BR>
+What is it brings him homeward, battered and tempest-torn?<BR>
+Are they weaker than birds of passage, the children whom I have borne?<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"Nay! the streets of the city tremble with the tread<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">that shakes the world,</SPAN><BR>
+When the sons of the blood foregather, and<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">the mother flag flies unfurled&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Brothers are welcoming brothers, and the voices that pierce the blue<BR>
+Answer the enemy's taunting&mdash;and the children of York are true!<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"Wanderers may be, traitors never! By the scroll<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">of their fathers' lives!</SPAN><BR>
+The faith of the land that bore them, and the honour of their wives!<BR>
+We may lose them, our own strong children, blossom and root and stem&mdash;<BR>
+But the cradle will be remembered, and home is aye home to them!"<BR>
+</P>
+
+<BR><BR><BR>
+
+<A NAME="chap28"></A>
+
+<A NAME="img-116"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-116.jpg" ALT="Border" BORDER="0" WIDTH="310" HEIGHT="78">
+</CENTER>
+
+<H2 ALIGN="center">
+Canadian Forever
+</H2>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+When our fathers crossed the ocean<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">In the glorious days gone by,</SPAN><BR>
+They breathed their deep emotion<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">In many a tear and sigh&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Tho' a brighter lay before them<BR>
+Than the old, old land that bore them<BR>
+And all the wide world knows now<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">That land was Canada.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+So line up and try us,<BR>
+Whoever would deny us<BR>
+The freedom of our birthright<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And they 'll find us like a wall&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+For we are Canadian&mdash;Canadian forever,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Canadian forever&mdash;Canadian over all.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Our fathers came to win us<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">This land beyond recall&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+And the same blood flows within us<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of Briton, Celt, and Gaul&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Keep alive each glowing ember<BR>
+Of our sireland, but remember<BR>
+Our country is Canadian<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Whatever may befall.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+So line up and try us,<BR>
+Whoever would deny us<BR>
+The freedom of our birthright<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And they 'll find us like a wall&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+For we are Canadian, Canadian forever,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Canadian forever&mdash;-Canadian over all.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Who can blame them, who can blame us<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">If we tell ourselves with pride</SPAN><BR>
+How a thousand years to tame us<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The foe has often tried&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+And should e'er the Empire need us,<BR>
+She'll require no chains to lead us,<BR>
+For we are Empire's children&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">But Canadian over all.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Then line up and try us,<BR>
+Whoever would deny us<BR>
+The freedom of our birthright<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And they 'll find us like a wall&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+For we are Canadian, Canadian forever,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Canadian forever&mdash;Canadian over all!</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<BR><BR><BR>
+
+<A NAME="chap29"></A>
+
+<A NAME="img-118"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-118.jpg" ALT="Border" BORDER="0" WIDTH="310" HEIGHT="79">
+</CENTER>
+
+<H2 ALIGN="center">
+Twins
+</H2>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+I congratulate ye, Francis,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And more power to yer wife&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+An' from Montreal to Kansas,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I could safely bet my life</SPAN><BR>
+Ye wor proud enough, I hould ye&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Runnin' with the safety pins</SPAN><BR>
+Whin ould Mrs. Dolan tould ye,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">"Milia murther! she has twins!"</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Ye might kill me without warnin'&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Lay me out there on the shelf&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+For a sight of ye that mornin',<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Throwin' bookays at yerself!</SPAN><BR>
+Faix! ye thought ye had a cinch there,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' begob! so well ye might,</SPAN><BR>
+For not even with the Frinch there,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Twins like thim come every night!</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Francis, aisy now an' listen<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">To yer mother's brother James&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Whin the twins ye go to christen,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Don't ye give thim fancy names&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Irene&mdash;Edith&mdash;Gladys&mdash;Mavis&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Cecil Rhodes an' Percival&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+If it 's names like that, Lord save us!<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Don't live close to the canal!</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Michael Whalen of St. Lambert<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Had a boy some years ago&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Called him Clarence Montizambert&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Where he got it I dunno&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Monty used to have a brother<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">(<I>He</I> was Marmaduke Fitzjames),</SPAN><BR>
+Killed himself some way or other<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Thryin' to pronounce his names!</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Bet was three times in a minute,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' he thrained hard for the same,</SPAN><BR>
+But the lad was never in it&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Tho' they tell me he died game!</SPAN><BR>
+Well, sir!&mdash;Monty grew the height of<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Fin McCool or Brian Boru&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Truth I 'm tellin', but in spite of<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Ev'rything poor Mike could do&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Divil a dacint situation<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Monty got, but dhrive a hack,</SPAN><BR>
+At the Bonaventure station&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">'T was the name that kept him back&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Till his friend, John Reilly, tould him,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">"Change the haythen name for Pat&mdash;"</SPAN><BR>
+Pathrick Joseph&mdash;now behould him<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Walkin' dillygate! think o' that!</SPAN><BR>
+So be careful, Master Francis,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' ye 'll bless yer uncle James&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Don't be takin' any chances<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">With thim God-forsaken names!</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<BR><BR><BR>
+
+<A NAME="chap30"></A>
+
+<A NAME="img-121"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-121.jpg" ALT="Border" BORDER="0" WIDTH="311" HEIGHT="79">
+</CENTER>
+
+<H2 ALIGN="center">
+Keep Out of the Weeds
+</H2>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+No smarter man you can never know<BR>
+W'en I was a boy, dan Pierre Nadeau,<BR>
+An' quiet he 's too, very seldom talk,<BR>
+But got an eye lak de mountain hawk,<BR>
+See all aroun' heem mos' ev'ryw'ere,<BR>
+An' not many folk is foolin' Pierre.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Offen I use to be t'inkin'&mdash;me&mdash;<BR>
+How on de worl' it was come to be<BR>
+He know so moche, w'en he never go<BR>
+On college or school, ole Pierre Nadeau,<BR>
+Feesh on de reever de summer t'roo,<BR>
+An' trap on de winter&mdash;dat 's all he do.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"Hi! boy&mdash;Hi! put your book away,<BR>
+An' come wit' your uncle Pierre to-day,<BR>
+Ketch hol' of de line an' hang on tight,<BR>
+An' see if your moder won't cook to-night<BR>
+Some nice fresh feesh for de familee,"<BR>
+Many a tam he was say to me&mdash;<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' den I 'm quiet, too scare to spik,<BR>
+Wile Pierre he paddle me down de crick,<BR>
+Easy an' nice he mak' her go<BR>
+Close to de shore w'ere de bulrush grow,<BR>
+W'ere de pike an' de beeg feesh lak to feed,<BR>
+Deir nose stickin' out w'ere you see de weed&mdash;<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"Lissen, ma boy," say Pierre Nadeau,<BR>
+"To some of de t'ing you ought to know:<BR>
+Kip a lookout on de hook an' line,<BR>
+In case dey 're gettin' too far behin';<BR>
+For it 's purty hard job know w'at to do,<BR>
+If de reever weed 's ketchin' hol' of you.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"But if you want feesh, you mus' kip leetle close,<BR>
+For dat 's w'ere de beeg feller come de mos',<BR>
+Not on de middle w'ere water 's bare,<BR>
+But near to de rushes over dere,<BR>
+'Cos dat was de spot dey alway feed&mdash;<BR>
+All de sam' you got to look out for weed.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"Ho! Ho! a strike! let heem have it now&mdash;<BR>
+Gosh! ain't he a'kickin' heem up de row,<BR>
+Pullin' so hard, never min', ma son,<BR>
+W'en he go lak dat he was nearly done,<BR>
+But he 's all right now, so don't be afraid,<BR>
+Jus' hit heem again wit' de paddle blade.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"Yass! over an' over, it 's good advice,<BR>
+An' me, I know, for I pay de price<BR>
+On w'at you call compoun' interes' too,<BR>
+For larnin' de lesson I geev' to you,<BR>
+Close as you lak, but, ma boy, tak' heed<BR>
+You don't run into de beeg long weed.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"An' by an' by w'en you 're growin' up,<BR>
+An' mebbe drink of de black, black cup<BR>
+Of trouble an' bodder an' dunno w'at,<BR>
+You 'll say to you'se'f, 'Wall!  I forgot<BR>
+De lesson ole Pierre he know I need,'<BR>
+W'en he say to me, 'Boy, look out for weed'&mdash;<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"For de worl 's de sam' as de reever dere,<BR>
+Plaintee of weed lyin' ev'ryw'ere,<BR>
+But work aroun' or your life is gone,<BR>
+An' tak' some chance or you won't get on,<BR>
+For if you don't feesh w'ere de weed is grow,<BR>
+You 'll only ketch small leetle wan or so&mdash;<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"Dere 's no use sayin', 'I 'll wait an' see<BR>
+If some of dem feesh don't come to me,<BR>
+I 'll stay outside, for it 's pleasan' here,<BR>
+W'ere de water 's lookin' so nice an' clear,'<BR>
+Dat 's way you 'll never get w'at you need&mdash;<BR>
+Keep feeshin' away, but look out for weed."<BR>
+</P>
+
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em; letter-spacing: 2em">******</SPAN><BR>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Dat was de lesson ole Pierre Nadeau<BR>
+Tell to me offen, so long ago&mdash;<BR>
+Poor ole Pierre! an' I 'm tryin' too,<BR>
+Tak' hees advice, for I know it 's true,<BR>
+But far as it goes we 're all de same breed,<BR>
+An' it 's not so easy kip out de weed.<BR>
+</P>
+
+<BR>
+
+<A NAME="img-124"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-124.jpg" ALT="Bee" BORDER="0" WIDTH="76" HEIGHT="60">
+</CENTER>
+
+<BR><BR><BR>
+
+<A NAME="chap31"></A>
+
+<A NAME="img-125"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-125.jpg" ALT="Border" BORDER="0" WIDTH="317" HEIGHT="82">
+</CENTER>
+
+<H2 ALIGN="center">
+The Holy Island
+</H2>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Dey call it de Holy Islan'<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'ere de lighthouse stan' alone,</SPAN><BR>
+Lookin' across w'ere de breaker toss,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Over de beeg grey stone;</SPAN><BR>
+Dey call it de Holy Islan,'<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For wance, on de day gone by,</SPAN><BR>
+A holy man from a far-off lan'<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Is leevin' dere, till he die.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Down from de ole, ole people,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Scatter upon de shore,</SPAN><BR>
+De story come of Fader Jerome,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De pries' of Salvador</SPAN><BR>
+Makin' hees leetle house dere,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Wit' only hees own two han',</SPAN><BR>
+Workin' along, an' singin' de song<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Nobody understan'.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"All for de ship an' sailor<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Out on de stormy sea,</SPAN><BR>
+I mak' ma home," say Fader Jerome,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">"W'ere de rock an' de beeg wave be</SPAN><BR>
+De good God up on de Heaven<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Is answer me on de prayer,</SPAN><BR>
+An' bring me here, so I 'll never fear,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">But foller heem ev'ryw'ere!"</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Lonely it was, dat islan',<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Seven league from de coas',</SPAN><BR>
+An' only de cry, so loud an' high,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of de poor drown sailors' ghos'</SPAN><BR>
+You hear, wit' de screamin' sea gull;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">But de man of God he go</SPAN><BR>
+An' anchor dere, an' say hees prayer<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For ev'rywan here below.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Night on de ocean 's fallin',<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Deep is de fog, an' black,</SPAN><BR>
+As on dey come, to deir islan' home,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De sea-bird hurryin' back;</SPAN><BR>
+W'at is it mak' dem double<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' stop for a minute dere,</SPAN><BR>
+As if in fear of a soun' dey hear,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Meetin' dem on de air?</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Sweeter dey never lissen,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Magic it seem to be,</SPAN><BR>
+Hangin' aroun', dat wonderful soun',<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Callin' across de sea;</SPAN><BR>
+Music of bell 's widin it,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' foller it on dey go</SPAN><BR>
+High on de air, till de islan' dere<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of Salvador lie below.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Dat 's w'ere de bell 's a-ringin'<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Over de ocean track,</SPAN><BR>
+Troo fog an' rain an' hurricane,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' w'enever de night is black;</SPAN><BR>
+Kipin' de vow he 's makin',<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dat 's w'at he 's workin' for,</SPAN><BR>
+Ringin de bell, an' he do it well,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De Fader of Salvador!</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' de years go by, an' quickly,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' many a sailor's wife</SPAN><BR>
+She 's prayin' long, an' she 's prayin' strong<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dat God he will spare de life</SPAN><BR>
+Of de good, de holy Fader,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Off w'ere de breakers roar,</SPAN><BR>
+Only de sea for hees companie,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Alone on Salvador.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em; letter-spacing: 2em">******</SPAN><BR>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Summer upon de islan',<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Quiet de sea an' air,</SPAN><BR>
+But no bell ring, an' de small bird sing,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For summer is ev'ryw'ere;</SPAN><BR>
+A ship comin' in, an' on it<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De wickedes' capitaine</SPAN><BR>
+Was never sail on de storm, or gale,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">From here to de worl's en'!</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"Geev' me dat bell a-ringin'<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For not'ing at all, mon père;</SPAN><BR>
+Can't sleep at night, w'en de moon is bright,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For noise she was makin' dere.</SPAN><BR>
+I'm sure she was never chrissen,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' we want no heretic bell;</SPAN><BR>
+W'ere is de book?  For you mus' look<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' see if I chrissen it well!"</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Leevin' heem broken-hearted,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For Fader Jerome is done,</SPAN><BR>
+He sail away wit' de bell dat day,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Capitaine Malcouronne;</SPAN><BR>
+An' down w'ere dead man 's lyin',<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Down on de ocean deep,</SPAN><BR>
+He sink it dere, w'ile he curse an' swear,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' tole it to go to sleep.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' t'ree more year is passin',<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' now it 's a winter night:</SPAN><BR>
+Poor Salvador, so bles' before,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Is sittin' among de fight</SPAN><BR>
+Of breaker, an' sea-bird yellin',<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' noise of a tousan' gun,</SPAN><BR>
+W'en troo de fog, lak a dreefin' log,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Come Capitaine Malcouronne!</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Gropin' along de sea dere,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Wonderin' w'ere he be,</SPAN><BR>
+Prayin' out loud, before all de crowd<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of sailor man on hees knee;</SPAN><BR>
+Callin' upon de devil,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">"Help! or I 'm gone!" he shout;</SPAN><BR>
+"Dat bell it go to you down below,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">So now you can ring me out</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"To de open sea, an' affer<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I promise you w'at I do,</SPAN><BR>
+Yass, ev'ry day I 'll alway pray<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">To you, an' to only you&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Kip me in here no longer,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Or de shore I won't see again!"</SPAN><BR>
+T'ink of de prayer he 's makin' dere,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dat wicked ole capitaine!</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' bell it commence a-ringin',<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Quiet at firse, an' den</SPAN><BR>
+Lak tonder crash, de ship go smash,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' w'ere is de capitaine?</SPAN><BR>
+An' de bell kip ringin', ringin',<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Drownin' de breakers' roar,</SPAN><BR>
+An' dere she lie, w'ile de sea-birds cry,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">On de rock of Salvador.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<BR>
+
+<A NAME="img-129"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-129.jpg" ALT="Border" BORDER="0" WIDTH="176" HEIGHT="93">
+</CENTER>
+
+<BR><BR><BR>
+
+<A NAME="chap32"></A>
+
+<A NAME="img-130"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-130.jpg" ALT="Border" BORDER="0" WIDTH="313" HEIGHT="82">
+</CENTER>
+
+<H2 ALIGN="center">
+The Rivière des Prairies
+</H2>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+I see de many reever on de State an' ev'ryw'ere,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">From Maine to California, New York to Michigan,</SPAN><BR>
+An' wan way an' de oder, I tell you I don't care;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I travel far upon dem as moche as any man&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+But all de t'ousan' reever I was never pass along,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For w'at dey call de beauty, from de mountain to de sea,</SPAN><BR>
+Dere 's wan dat I be t'inkin,' de wan w'ere I belong,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Can beat dem all, an' easy, too, de Rivière des Prairies!</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Jus' tak' de Hudson Reever, an' de Mississippi too,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Missouri, an' de res' of dem, an' oders I can't t'ink,</SPAN><BR>
+Dey 're all beeg, dirty places, wit' de steamboat gruntin' troo,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' de water runnin' in dem is black as any ink,</SPAN><BR>
+An' de noises of dem reever never stoppin' night or day,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' de row along de shore, too, enough to mak' you scare;</SPAN><BR>
+Not a feesh is wort' de eatin', 'less you 're starvin by de way,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' you 're feeling purty t'orsty if you drink de water dere!</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+So ketch de han' I geev' you w'ile I 'm on de humor now,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' I bet you won't be sorry w'en you go along wit' me,</SPAN><BR>
+For I show you all aroun' dere, until you 're knowin' how<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I come so moche to brag&mdash;me&mdash;on de Rivière des Prairies.</SPAN><BR>
+It 's a cole October mornin', an' de maple leaf is change<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Ev'ry color you can t'ink of, from de purple to de green;</SPAN><BR>
+On de shore de crowd of blackbird, an' de crow begin' arrange<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For de journey dey be takin' w'en de nort' win's blowin' keen.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Quick! down among de bushes!&mdash;don't you hear de wil' goose cry<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' de honk de great beeg gander he was makin' up above?</SPAN><BR>
+On de lake dey call Two Mountain is de place dey 're goin' fly,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">But only spen' de night-tam, for dey 're alway on de move;</SPAN><BR>
+Jus' see de shadder dancin' up an' down, up an' down,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">You t'ink dem geese was passin' in an' out between de tree</SPAN><BR>
+W'en de branch is bendin' over on de water all aroun'<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Now you see de place I 'm talkin', dat 's de Rivière des Prairies!</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Missouri! Mississippi! better wait till you go back&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">No tam for talk about dem w'en dis reever you can see,</SPAN><BR>
+But watch de cloud a-sailin' lak a racer on de track,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' lissen to de music of de Rivière des Prairies&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+An' up along de shore dere, don't you envy Bord à Plouffe?<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Oh! dat's de place is lucky, have de reever come so near&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+I 'm knowin' all de people, ev'ry chimley, ev'ry roof,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For Bord à Plouffe she never change on over feefty year!</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+St. Martin's bell is ringin', can't you hear it easy now?<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dey 're marryin' or buryin' some good ole frien' of me,</SPAN><BR>
+I wonder who it can be, don't matter anyhow,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">So long as we 're a-lookin' on de Rivière des Prairies.</SPAN><BR>
+Only notice how de sun shine w'en he's comin' out to peep,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I 'm sure he 's leetle brighter dan anyw'ere you see,</SPAN><BR>
+An' w'en de fall is over, an' de reever 's gone to sleep,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De w'ites' snow is fallin' on de Rivière des Prairies!</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+I love you, dear ole reever, more dan ev'ry Yankee wan;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' if I get de money, you will see me on de train,</SPAN><BR>
+Wit' couple o' t'ousan' dollar, den hooraw! it 's goodbye, John!<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">You can kill me if you ketch me leavin' Bord à Plouffe again.</SPAN><BR>
+But sometam it 'll happen dat a feller 's gettin' stop<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Because he's comin' busy wit' de wife an' familee&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+No matter, if de good God he won't forget to drop,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Ev'ry day an' night, hees blessin' on de Rivière des Prairies!</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<BR>
+
+<A NAME="img-134"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-134.jpg" ALT="Border" BORDER="0" WIDTH="251" HEIGHT="122">
+</CENTER>
+
+<BR><BR><BR>
+
+<A NAME="chap33"></A>
+
+<A NAME="img-135"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-135.jpg" ALT="Border" BORDER="0" WIDTH="309" HEIGHT="79">
+</CENTER>
+
+<H2 ALIGN="center">
+The Wind that Lifts the Fog
+</H2>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Over de sea de schooner boat<BR>
+<I>Star of de Sout'</I> is all afloat,<BR>
+Many a fine brave feesherman<BR>
+Sailin' away for Newfunlan';<BR>
+Ev'ry feller from St. Malo,<BR>
+Dem is de boy can mak' her go!<BR>
+Tearin' along t'roo storm or gale,<BR>
+Never sparin' an inch of sail&mdash;<BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Down below w'en de night is come,<BR>
+Out wit' de bottle an' t'ink of home,<BR>
+Push it aroun' till bottle 's drain,<BR>
+An' drink no more till we 're home again,<BR>
+"Here 's to de win' dat lif' de fog,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">No matter how she 's blowin',</SPAN><BR>
+Nort' or sout', eas' or wes',<BR>
+Dat is de win' we love de bes',<BR>
+Ev'ry sailor an' young sea dog,<BR>
+Here 's to de win' dat lif' de fog<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' set de ship a-goin'."</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Flyin' over de wave she go,<BR>
+<I>Star of de Sout'</I> from St. Malo,<BR>
+Never a tack, before she ran<BR>
+Out on de bank of Newfunlan'&mdash;<BR>
+Drop de anchor, an' let her down,<BR>
+Plaintee of comrade all aroun',<BR>
+Feeshin' away till night is fall,<BR>
+Singin' away wit' ev'ry haul,<BR>
+"Here 's to de win' dat lif' de fog,<BR>
+No matter how she 's blowin',<BR>
+Nort' or sout', eas' or wes',<BR>
+Dat is de win' we love de bes',<BR>
+Ev'ry sailor an' young sea dog,<BR>
+Here 's to de win' dat lif' de fog<BR>
+An' set de ship a-goin'."<BR>
+</P>
+
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em; letter-spacing: 2em">****</SPAN><BR>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+<I>Star of de Sout'</I>&mdash;did you see de light<BR>
+Steamin' along dat foggy night?<BR>
+Poor leetle bird! anoder star<BR>
+Shinin' above so high an' far<BR>
+Dazzle you den, an' blin' de eye,<BR>
+Wile down below on de sea you lie<BR>
+Anchor dere&mdash;wit' your broken wing<BR>
+How could you fly w'en de sailor sing<BR>
+"Here 's to de win' dat lif' de fog<BR>
+No matter how she 's blowin',<BR>
+Nort' or sout', eas' or wes',<BR>
+Dat is de win' we love de bes',<BR>
+Ev'ry sailor an' young sea dog,<BR>
+Here 's to de win' dat lif' de fog<BR>
+An' set de ship a-goin'"?<BR>
+</P>
+
+<BR><BR><BR>
+
+<A NAME="chap34"></A>
+
+<A NAME="img-137"></A>
+<CENTER>
+<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-137.jpg" ALT="Border" BORDER="0" WIDTH="311" HEIGHT="80">
+</CENTER>
+
+<H2 ALIGN="center">
+The Fox Hunt
+</H2>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+I'm all bus' up, for a mont' or two,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">On account of de wife I got,</SPAN><BR>
+Wit' de fuss an' troublesome t'ing she do,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">She 's makin' me sick a lot;</SPAN><BR>
+An' I 'm sorry dat woman was go to school<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For larnin' de way to read,</SPAN><BR>
+Her fader an' moder is great beeg fool<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For geevin' her more she need!</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+'Cos now it 's a paper ev'ry week,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dollar a year, no less&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Plaintee o' talkin' about musique,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' tell you de way to dress;</SPAN><BR>
+Of course dat 's makin' her try to sing<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' dress, till it 's easy see</SPAN><BR>
+She 's goin' crazy about de t'ing<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dey 're callin'&mdash;Societee.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Las' week, no sooner I come along<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">From market of Bonsecour,</SPAN><BR>
+Dan I 'm seein' right off, dere 's somet'ing wrong,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For she 's stannin' outside de door</SPAN><BR>
+Smilin' so sweetly upon de face,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Lookin' so nice an' gay&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Anywan t'ink it 's purty sure case<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">She marry me yesterday.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Can't wait a minute till supper's t'roo<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Before she commence to go&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+"Oh! Johnnie, dere 's somet'ing I mus' tole you&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Somet'ing you lak to know&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+To-morrow we 're goin' for drive aroun'<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' it won't be de heavy load,</SPAN><BR>
+Jus' me an' you, for to see dem houn'<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">T'row off on de Bord à Plouffe road."</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"Denise, if dat was de grande affaire<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">On w'at you call à la mode&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Lookin' dem fox dog stannin' dere<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">T'row off on de Bord à Plouffe road,</SPAN><BR>
+You can count me out!"  An' she start to cry&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">"You know very well," she say,</SPAN><BR>
+"I don't mean dat&mdash;may I never die<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">But you 're a beeg fool to-day!</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"Johnnie, to-morrow you 'll come wit' me<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Watchin' dem run de race,</SPAN><BR>
+Ketchin' de fox&mdash;if you don't, you see<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">We 're bote on de beeg disgrace.</SPAN><BR>
+Dey 're all comin' out from de reever side,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' over from Beaurepaire,</SPAN><BR>
+Seein' de folk from de city ride,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' ev'rywan 's sure be dere."</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+All right&mdash;an' to-morrow dere's two new shoe,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">So de leetle horse mak' de show,</SPAN><BR>
+Out wit' de buggy: de new wan too,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Only get her ten year ago&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+An' dere on de road, you should see de gang<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of folk from aroun' de place,</SPAN><BR>
+Billy Dufresne, an' ole Champagne,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Comin' to see de race,</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Wit' plaintee of stranger I never see,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' some of dem from Pointe Claire,</SPAN><BR>
+All of dem bringin' de familee,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'enever dere 's room to spare.</SPAN><BR>
+Wonderful sight&mdash;I 'm sure you say&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">To see how Societee</SPAN><BR>
+(W'atever dat mean?) she got de way<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of foolin' de w'ole contree.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Den I 'm heetchin' de horse on de fence, for fear<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Somebody run away,</SPAN><BR>
+So man wit' de bugle he 's comin' near,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' dis is de t'ing he say&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+"You see any fox to-day, ma frien',<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Runnin' aroun' at all,</SPAN><BR>
+You know any place he got hees den?<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For we lak it to mak' de call."</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+An' me&mdash;I tell heem, "You mus' be wrong,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' surely don't want to kill</SPAN><BR>
+De leetle red fox, about two foot long,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dat 's leevin' below de hill;</SPAN><BR>
+Jompin' de horse till he break hees knee,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Wile spotty dog mak' de row,</SPAN><BR>
+For a five-dollar fox? You can't fool me&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I know w'at you 're wantin' now!</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+"You hear de story of ole Belair,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">He 's seein' de silver fox</SPAN><BR>
+W'enever he 's feeshin' de reever dere,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Sneakin' along de rocks."</SPAN><BR>
+But ma wife get madder I never see,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' say, "Wall! you <I>mus'</I> be green&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Shut up right away," she 's tellin' me,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">"It 's de leetle red fox he mean!"</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+So me&mdash;I say not'ing, but watch de fun&mdash;-<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' spotty dog smell aroun'</SPAN><BR>
+Till dey start to yell, an' quick as a gun<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Ev'rywan 's yellin', "Foun'!"</SPAN><BR>
+An' de way dey 're goin' across de fiel',<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De lady in front, before,</SPAN><BR>
+Dunno, but I 'm willin' to bet good deal<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Somebody mus' be sore!</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Over de fence dey 're jompin' now,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Too busy for see de gate</SPAN><BR>
+Stannin' wide open, an' den dey plough<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Along at a terrible rate;</SPAN><BR>
+All for de small red fox, dey say,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Only de leetle fox,</SPAN><BR>
+You 're buyin' for five dollar any day,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' put heem on two-foot box.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+I 'm foolish enough, but not lak dat&mdash;<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Never lak dat at all,</SPAN><BR>
+Sam' as you see a crazy cat<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Tryin' to climb de wall;</SPAN><BR>
+So I say to ma wife, I 'm satisfy<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">On ev'ryt'ing I was see,</SPAN><BR>
+But happy an' glad, until I die,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I 'm not on Societee!</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+Losin' a day on de fall 's no joke,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dat 's w'at I 'm tellin' you,</SPAN><BR>
+Jus' for de pleasure of see dem folk<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dress up on de howdy do;</SPAN><BR>
+So I 'm sorry you go to school,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Larnin' de readin' dere&mdash;</SPAN><BR>
+Could do it mese'f, an' play de fool,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">If money I got to spare.</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<P CLASS="poem">
+But potatoes a dollar a bag,<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' easy to sell de load,</SPAN><BR>
+Watchin' de houn' to see heem wag<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Hees tail, on de Bord à Plouffe road</SPAN><BR>
+Foolin' away w'en de market 's good<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For seein' Societee</SPAN><BR>
+Chasin' de leetle fox t'roo de wood<BR>
+<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Wit' crazy folk!&mdash;no siree!</SPAN><BR>
+</P>
+
+<BR><BR><BR><BR>
+
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+Project Gutenberg's The Voyageur and Other Poems, by William Henry Drummond
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org
+
+
+Title: The Voyageur and Other Poems
+
+Author: William Henry Drummond
+
+Illustrator: Frederick Simpson Coburn
+
+Release Date: February 16, 2007 [EBook #20609]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ASCII
+
+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE VOYAGEUR AND OTHER POEMS ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by Al Haines
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+[Frontispiece: "So I fill de glass an' I raise it high
+                 An' drink to de Voyageur."]
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE VOYAGEUR
+
+AND OTHER POEMS
+
+
+
+By William Henry Drummond, M.D.
+
+
+
+Author of "The Habitant," "Johnnie Courteau," etc.
+
+
+
+WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY
+
+Frederick Simpson Coburn
+
+
+
+
+SIXTEENTH THOUSAND
+
+
+
+
+
+New York and London
+
+G. P. Putnam's Sons
+
+The Knickerbocker Press
+
+
+
+
+COPYRIGHT, 1905
+
+BY
+
+WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND
+
+
+Fourteenth Printing
+
+
+
+
+TO
+
+WILLIAM HENRY PARKER
+
+LAC LA PECHE
+
+
+  Philosopher of many parts,
+  Beloved of all true honest hearts,
+  A man who laughs at every ill,
+  Because "there's corn in Egypt still."
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+CONTENTS
+
+  THE VOYAGEUR
+  BRUNO THE HUNTER
+  PRIDE
+  DIEUDONNE (GOD-GIVEN)
+  THE DEVIL
+  THE FAMILY LARAMIE
+  YANKEE FAMILIES
+  THE LAST PORTAGE
+  GETTING ON
+  PIONEERS
+  NATURAL PHILOSOPHY
+  CHAMPLAIN
+  PRO PATRIA
+  GETTING STOUT
+  DOCTOR HILAIRE
+  BARBOTTE (BULL-POUT)
+  THE ROSSIGNOL
+  MEB-BE
+  SNUBBING (TYING-UP) THE RAFT
+  A RAINY DAY IN CAMP
+  JOSETTE
+  JOE BOUCHER
+  CHARMETTE
+  LAC SOUCI
+  POIRIER'S ROOSTER
+  DOMINIQUE
+  HOME
+  CANADIAN FOREVER
+  TWINS
+  KEEP OUT OF THE WEEDS
+  THE HOLY ISLAND
+  THE RIVIERE DES PRAIRIES
+  THE WIND THAT LIFTS THE FOG
+  THE FOX HUNT
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+ILLUSTRATIONS
+
+
+THE VOYAGEUR . . . . . . . . . . _Frontispiece_
+
+  "_So I fill de glass an' I raise it high
+    An' drink to de Voyageur._"
+
+
+THE VOYAGEUR
+
+  "_Far, far away from hees own vill-age
+    An' soun' of de parish bell._"
+
+
+BRUNO THE HUNTER
+
+  "_So de devil ketch heem, of course, at las'._"
+
+
+THE LAST PORTAGE
+
+  "_De moon an' de star above is gone,
+    Yet somet'ing tell me I mus' go on._"
+
+
+PIONEERS
+
+  "_So we fin' some fence dot's handy for
+        mese'f an' Rosalie._"
+
+
+PRO PATRIA
+
+  "_Jus' tell dem de news of Gedeon Plouffe--
+    How he jump wit' de familee._"
+
+
+MEB-BE
+
+  "_Don't bodder no wan on de school
+    Unless dey bodder heem._"
+
+
+SNUBBING (TYING-UP) THE RAFT
+
+  "_To-night I can hear hees darn ole fiddle,
+    Playin' away on Joe Belair._"
+
+
+JOSETTE
+
+  "_So dat's de reason dey call Josette
+    Leetle sister of de poor._"
+
+
+CHARMETTE
+
+  "_You see dat lake?  Wall!  I alway hate
+    To brag--but she's full of trout._"
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+The Voyageur and Other Poems
+
+The Voyageur
+
+  Dere's somet'ing stirrin' ma blood tonight,
+    On de night of de young new year,
+  Wile de camp is warm an' de fire is bright,
+    An' de bottle is close at han'--
+  Out on de reever de nort' win' blow,
+  Down on de valley is pile de snow,
+  But w'at do we care so long we know
+    We 're safe on de log cabane?
+
+  Drink to de healt' of your wife an' girl,
+    Anoder wan for your frien',
+  Den geev' me a chance, for on all de worl'
+    I 've not many frien' to spare--
+  I 'm born, w'ere de mountain scrape de sky,
+  An' bone of ma fader an' moder lie,
+  So I fill de glass an' I raise it high
+    An' drink to de Voyageur.
+
+  For dis is de night of de jour de l'an,[1]
+    W'en de man of de Grand Nor' Wes'
+  T'ink of hees home on de St. Laurent,
+    An' frien' he may never see--
+  Gone he is now, an' de beeg canoe
+  No more you 'll see wit' de red-shirt crew,
+  But long as he leev' he was alway true,
+    So we 'll drink to hees memory.
+
+  Ax' heem de nort' win' w'at he see
+    Of de Voyageur long ago,
+  An' he 'll say to you w'at he say to me,
+    So lissen hees story well--
+  "I see de track of hees botte sau-vage[2]
+  On many a hill an' long portage
+  Far far away from hees own vill-age
+    An' soun' of de parish bell--
+
+[Illustration: "Far, far away from hees own vill-age
+                 An' soun' of de parish bell."]
+
+  "I never can play on de Hudson Bay
+    Or mountain dat lie between
+  But I meet heem singin' hees lonely way
+    De happies' man I know--
+  I cool hees face as he 's sleepin' dere
+  Under de star of de Red Riviere,
+  An' off on de home of de great w'ite bear,
+    I 'm seein' hees dog traineau.[3]
+
+  "De woman an' chil'ren 's runnin' out
+    On de wigwam of de Cree--
+  De leetle papoose dey laugh an' shout
+    W'en de soun' of hees voice dey hear--
+  De oldes' warrior of de Sioux
+  Kill hese'f dancin' de w'ole night t'roo,
+  An de Blackfoot girl remember too
+    De ole tam Voyageur.
+
+  "De blaze of hees camp on de snow I see,
+    An' I lissen hees 'En Roulant'
+  On de lan' w'ere de reindeer travel free,
+    Ringin' out strong an' clear--
+  Offen de grey wolf sit before
+  De light is come from hees open door,
+  An' caribou foller along de shore
+    De song of de Voyageur.
+
+  "If he only kip goin', de red ceinture,[4]
+    I 'd see it upon de Pole
+  Some mornin' I 'm startin' upon de tour
+    For blowin' de worl' aroun'--
+  But w'erever he sail an' w'erever he ride,
+  De trail is long an' de trail is wide,
+  An' city an' town on ev'ry side
+    Can tell of hees campin' groun'."
+
+  So dat 's 'de reason I drink to-night
+    To de man of de Grand Nor' Wes',
+  For hees heart was young, an' hees heart was light
+    So long as he 's leevin' dere--
+  I 'm proud of de sam' blood in my vein
+  I 'm a son of de Nort' Win' wance again--
+  So we 'll fill her up till de bottle 's drain
+    An' drink to de Voyageur.
+
+
+
+[1] New Year's day.
+
+[2] Indian boot.
+
+[3] Dog-sleigh.
+
+[4] Canadian sash.
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Flower]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Moose]
+
+BRUNO THE HUNTER
+
+  You never hear tell, Marie, ma femme,
+    Of Bruno de hunter man,
+  Wit' hees wild dogs chasin' de moose an' deer,
+  Every day on de long, long year,
+  Off on de hillside far an' near,
+    An' down on de beeg savane?
+
+  Not'ing can leev' on de woods, Marie,
+    W'en Bruno is on de track,
+  An' young caribou, an' leetle red doe
+  Wit' baby to come on de spring, dey know
+  De pity dey get w'en hees bugle blow
+    An' de black dogs answer back.
+
+  No bird on de branch can finish hees song,
+    De squirrel no longer play--
+  De leaf on de maple don't need to wait
+  Till fros' of October is at de gate
+  'Fore de blood drops come: an' de fox sleeps late
+    W'en Bruno is pass dat way.
+
+  So de devil ketch heem of course at las'
+    Dat 's w'at de ole folk say,
+  An' spik to heem, "Bruno, w'at for you kill
+  De moose an' caribou of de hill
+  An' fill de woods wit' deir blood until
+    You could run a mill night an' day?"
+
+[Illustration: "So de devil ketch heem of course at las'."]
+
+  "Mebbe you lak to be moose youse'f,
+    An' see how de hunter go,
+  So I 'll change your dogs into loup garou,[1]
+  An' wance on de year dey 'll be chasin' you--
+  An' res' of de tam w'en de sport is troo,
+    You 'll pass wit' me down below."
+
+  An' dis is de night of de year, Marie,
+    Bruno de hunter wake:
+  Soon as de great beeg tonder cloud
+  Up on de mountain 's roarin' loud--
+  He 'll come from hees grave w'ere de pine tree crowd
+    De shore of de leetle lake.
+
+  You see de lightning zig, zig, Marie,
+    Spittin' lak' loup cervier,[2]
+  Ketch on de trap?  Oh! it won't be long
+  Till mebbe you lissen anoder song,
+  For de sky is dark an' de win' is strong,
+    An' de chase is n't far away.
+
+  W'y shiver so moche, Marie, ma femme,
+    For de log is burnin' bright?
+  Ah! dere she's goin', "Hulloo!  Hulloo!"
+  An' oh! how de tonder is roarin' too!
+  But it can't drown de cry of de loup garou
+    On Bruno de hunter's night.
+
+  Over de mountain an' t'roo de swamp,
+    Don't matter how far or near,
+  Every place hees moccasin know
+  Bruno de hunter he 's got to go
+  'Fore de grave on de leetle lake below
+    Close up for anoder year.
+
+  But dey say de ole feller watch all night,
+    So you need n't be scare, Marie,
+  For he 'll never stir from de rocky cave
+  W'ere door only open beneat' de wave,
+  Till Bruno come back to hees lonely grave--
+    An' de devil he turn de key.
+
+  Dat 's way for punish de hunter man
+    W'en murder is on hees min'--
+  So he better stop w'ile de work is new,
+  Or mebbe de devil will ketch heem too,
+  An' chase heem aroun' wit' de loup garou
+    Gallopin' close behin'.
+
+
+[1] Were wolf.
+
+[2] Lynx.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+PRIDE
+
+  Ma fader he spik to me long ago,
+    "Alphonse, it is better go leetle slow,
+  Don't put on de style if you can't afford,
+  But satisfy be wit' your bed an' board.
+  De bear wit' hees head too high alway,
+    Know not'ing at all till de trap go smash.
+  An' mooshrat dat 's swimmin' so proud to-day
+    Very often to-morrow is on de hash." [1]
+
+  Edouard de Seven of Angleterre,
+    An' few oder place beside,
+  He 's got de horse an' de carriage dere
+    W'enever he want to ride.
+  Wit' sojer in front to clear de way,
+  Sojer behin' all dress so gay,
+  Ev'rywan makin' de grand salaam,
+  An' plaintee o' ban' playin' all de tam
+
+  Edouard de Seven of Angleterre,
+    All he has got to do,
+  W'en he 's crossin' de sea, don't matter w'ere,
+    Is call for de ship an' crew.
+  Den hois' de anchor from down below,
+  Vive le Roi! an' away she go,
+  An' flag overhead, w'en dey see dat sight
+  W'ere is de nation don't be polite?
+
+  An' dere 's de boss of United State,
+    An' w'at dey call Philippine--
+  De Yankee t'ink he was somet'ing great,
+    An' beeg as de king or queen--
+  So dey geev' heem a house near touch de sky,
+  An' paint it so w'ite it was blin' de eye
+  An' long as he 's dere beginnin' to en',
+  Don't cos' heem not'ing for treat hees frien'.
+
+  So dere 's two feller, Edouard de King
+    An' Teddy Roos-vel' also,
+  No wonder dey 're proud, for dey got few t'ing
+    Was helpin' dem mak' de show--
+  But oh! ma Gosh! w'en you talk of pride
+  An' w'at dey call style, an' puttin' on side,
+  W'ere is de man can go before
+  De pig-sticker champion of Ste. Flore?
+
+  Use to be nice man too, dey say,
+    Jeremie Bonami,
+  Talk wit' hees frien' in a frien'ly way
+    Sam' as you'se'f an' me--
+  Of course it 's purty beeg job he got,
+  An' no wan expec' heem talk a lot,
+  But still would n't hurt very moche, I 'm sure,
+  If wance in a w'ile he 'd say, "Bonjour."
+
+  Yi! Yi! to see heem come down de hill
+    Some mornin' upon de fall,
+  W'en de pig is fat an' ready to kill,
+    He don't know hees frien' at all--
+  Look at hees face an' it seem to say,
+  "Important duty I got to-day,
+  Killin' de pig on de contree side,--
+  Is n't dat some reason for leetle pride?"
+
+  Lissen de small boy how dey shout
+    W'en Jeremie 's marchin' t'roo
+  De market place wit' hees cane feex out
+    Wit' ribbon red, w'ite an' blue--
+  An' den he jomp on de butcher's block,
+  An' affer de crowd is stop deir talk,
+  An' leetle boy holler no more "Hooray,"
+  Dis is de word Jeremie he say--
+
+  "I 'm de only man on de w'ole Ste. Flore
+    Can kill heem de pig jus' right,
+  Please t'ink of dat, an' furdermore
+    Don't matter it 's day or night,
+  Can do it less tam, five dollar I bet,
+  Dan any pig-sticker you can get
+  From de w'ole of de worl', to w'ere I leev'--
+  Will somebody help to roll up ma sleeve?
+
+  "Some feller challenge jus' here an' dere,
+    An' more on deir own contree,
+  But me--I challenge dem ev'ryw'ere
+    All over de worl'--sapree!
+  To geev' dem a chance, for dere might be some
+    Beeg feller, for all I know,
+  But if dey 're ready, wall! let dem come,
+    An' me--I 'm geevin' dem plaintee show."
+
+  Challenge lak dat twenty year or more
+    He 's makin' it ev'ry fall,
+  But never a pig-sticker come Ste. Flore
+    'Cos Jeremie scare dem all--
+  No wonder it 's makin' heem feel so proud,
+    Even Emperor Germanie
+  Can't put on de style or talk more loud
+    Dan Jeremie Bonami.
+
+  But Jeremie's day can't las' alway,
+    An' so he commence to go
+  W'en he jomp on de block again an' say
+    To de crowd stan'nin' dere below,
+  "Lissen, ma frien', to de word I spik,
+  For I 'm tire of de challenge until I 'm sick,
+  Can't say, but mebbe I 'll talk no more
+  For glory an' honor of ole Ste. Flore.
+
+  "I got some trouble aroun' ma place
+    Wit' ma nice leetle girl Rosine,
+  An' I see w'en I 'm lookin' on all de face,
+    You 're knowin' jus' w'at I mean--
+  Very easy to talk, but w'en dey come
+  For seein' her twenty young man ba Gum!
+  I tole you ma frien', it was purty tough,
+  'Sides wan chance in twenty is not enough--
+
+  "Now lissen to me, all you young man
+    Is wantin' ma girl Rosine--
+  I offer a chance an' you 'll understan'
+    It 's bes' you was never seen--
+  Tree minute start I 'll geev'--no more--
+  An' if any young feller upon Ste. Flore
+  Can beat me stickin' de pig nex' fall,
+  Let heem marry ma girl Rosine--dat 's all."
+
+  All right--an' very nex' week he start,
+    De smartes' boy of de lot--
+  An' he 's lovin' Rosine wit' all hees heart,
+    De young Adelard Marcotte--
+  Don't say very moche about w'ere he go,
+  But I t'ink mese'f it was Buffalo--
+  An' plaintee more place on de State dat's beeg
+  W'ere he don't do not'ing but stick de pig.
+
+  So of course he 's pickin' de fancy trick
+    An' ev'ryt'ing else dey got--
+  Work over tam--but he got homesick
+    De young Adelard Marcotte
+  Jus' about tam w'en de fall come along---
+  So den he wissle hees leetle song
+  An' buy tiquette for de ole Ste. Flore,
+  An' back on de village he come some more.
+
+  Ho! Ho! ma Jeremie Bonami,
+    Get ready you'se'f to-day,
+  For you got beeg job you was never see
+    Will tak' all your breat' away--
+  "Come on! come on!" dey be shoutin' loud,
+  De Bishop hese'f could n't draw de crowd
+  Of folk on de parish for mile aroun',
+  Till dey could n't fin' place upon de groun'.
+
+  Hi! Hi! Jeremie, you may sweat an' swear,
+    Your tam is arrive at las'--
+  Dere 's no use pullin' out all your hair
+    Or drinkin' de w'isky glass--
+  Spit on your han' or hitch de pants--
+  You 'll never have anyt'ing lak a chance,
+  Hooraw! Hooraw! let her go wance more,
+  An' Adelard 's champion of all Ste. Flore!
+
+  "Away on de pump!" de crowd is yell,
+    "No use for heem goin' die."
+  Dey nearly drown Jeremie on de well
+    But he 's comin' roun' bimeby
+  Rosine dat 's laughin' away all day
+  Is startin' to cry, an' den she say--
+  "O fader dear, won't you geev' me kiss
+  For I never s'pose it would come to dis?
+
+  "Don't blame de boy over dere, 't was me
+    Dat sen' away Adelard--
+  He 's sorry for beat you, I 'm sure, ba oui,
+    An' dat 's w'at I 'm cryin' for--
+  'Cos it 's all ma fault you was lick to-day,
+  Don't care w'at anywan else can say--
+  But remember too, an' you 'll not forget
+  De championship 's still on de familee yet."
+            An' de ole man smile.
+
+
+[1] Old proverb of Ste. Flore.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+Dieudonne
+
+(GOD-GIVEN)
+
+  If I sole ma ole blind trotter for fifty dollar cash
+    Or win de beeges' prize on lotterie,
+  If some good frien' die an' lef' me fines' house on St. Eustache,
+    You t'ink I feel more happy dan I be?
+
+  No, sir!  An' I can tole you, if you never know before,
+    W'y de kettle on de stove mak' such a fuss,
+  Wy de robin stop hees singin' an' come peekin' t'roo de door
+    For learn about de nice t'ing 's come to us--
+
+  An' w'en he see de baby lyin' dere upon de bed
+    Lak leetle Son of Mary on de ole tam long ago--
+  Wit' de sunshine an' de shadder makin' ring aroun' hees head,
+    No wonder M'sieu Robin wissle low.
+
+  An' we can't help feelin' glad too, so we call heem Dieudonne;
+    An' he never cry, dat baby, w'en he 's chrissen by de pries'
+  All de sam' I bet you dollar he 'll waken up some day,
+    An' be as bad as leetle boy Bateese.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+THE DEVIL
+
+  Along de road from Bord a Plouffe
+    To Kaz-a-baz-u-a
+  W'ere poplar trees lak sojers stan',
+  An' all de lan' is pleasan' lan',
+  In off de road dere leev's a man
+    Call Louis Desjardins.
+
+  An' Louis, w'en he firse begin
+    To work hees leetle place,
+  He work so hard de neighbors say,
+  "Unless he tak's de easy way
+  Dat feller 's sure to die some day,
+    We see it on hees face."
+
+  'T was lak a swamp, de farm he got,
+    De water ev'ryw'ere--
+  Might drain her off as tight as a drum.
+  An' back dat water is boun' to come
+  In less 'n a day or two--ba Gum!
+    'T would mak' de angel swear.
+
+  So Louis t'ink of de bimeby,
+    If he leev' so long as dat,
+  W'en he 's ole an' blin' an' mebbe deaf,
+  All alone on de house hese'f,
+  No frien', no money, no not'ing lef',
+    An' poor--can't kip a cat.
+
+  So wan of de night on winter tam,
+    W'en Louis is on hees bed,
+  He say out loud lak a crazy man,
+  "I 'm sick of tryin' to clear dis lan',
+  Work any harder I can't stan',
+    Or it will kill me dead.
+
+  "Now if de devil would show hese'f
+    An' say to me, 'Tiens! Louis!
+  Hard tam an' work she 's at an' en',
+  You 'll leev' lak a Grand Seigneur ma frien',
+  If only you 'll be ready w'en
+    I want you to come wit' me.'
+
+  "I 'd say, 'Yass, yass--'maudit! w'at 's dat?'
+    An' he see de devil dere--
+  Brimstone, ev'ryt'ing bad dat smell,
+  You know right away he 's come from--well,
+  De place I never was care to tell--
+    An' wearin' hees long black hair,
+
+  Lak election man, de kin' I mean
+    You see aroun' church door,
+  Spreadin' hese'f on great beeg speech
+  'Bout poor man 's goin' some day be reech,
+  But dat 's w'ere it alway come de heetch,
+    For poor man 's alway poor.
+
+  De only diff'rence--me--I see
+    'Tween devil an' long-hair man
+  It 's hard to say, but I know it 's true,
+  W'en devil promise a t'ing to do
+  Dere 's no mistak', he kip it too--
+    I hope you understan'.
+
+  So de devil spik, "You 're not content,
+    An' want to be reech, Louis--
+  All right, you 'll have plaintee, never fear,
+  No wan can beat you far an' near,
+  An' I 'll leave you alone for t'orty year,
+    An' den you will come wit' me.
+
+  "Be careful now--it 's beeg contrac',
+    So mebbe it 's bes' go slow;
+  For me--de promise I mak' to you
+  Is good as de bank Riviere du Loup
+  For you--w'enever de tam is due,
+    Ba tonder! you got to go."
+
+  Louis try hard to tak' hees tam
+    But w'en he see de fall
+  Comin' along in a week or so,
+  All aroun' heem de rain an' snow
+  An' pork on de bar'l runnin' low,
+    He don't feel good at all.
+
+  An' w'en he t'ink of de swampy farm
+    An' gettin' up winter night,
+  Watchin' de stove if de win' get higher
+  For fear de chimley go on fire,
+  It's makin' poor Louis feel so tire
+    He tell de devil, "All right."
+
+  "Correct," dat feller say right away,
+    "I 'll only say, Au revoir,"
+  An' out of de winder he 's goin' pouf!
+  Beeg nose, long hair, short tail, an' hoof,
+  Off on de road to Bord a Plouffe
+    Crossin' de reever dere.
+
+  W'en Louis get up nex' day, ma frien',
+    Dere 's lot of devil sign--
+  Bar'l o' pork an' keg o' rye,
+  Bag o' potato ten foot high,
+  Pile o' wood nearly touch de sky,
+    Was some o' de t'ing he fin'.
+
+  Suit o' clothes would have cos' a lot
+    An' ev'ryt'ing I dunno,
+  Trotter horse w'en he want to ride
+  Eatin' away on de barn outside,
+  Stan' all day if he 's never tied,
+    An' watch an' chain also.
+
+  An' swamp dat's bodder heem many tam,
+    W'ere is dat swamp to-day?
+  Don't care if you 're huntin' up an' down
+  You won't fin' not'ing but medder groun',
+  An' affer de summer come aroun'
+    W'ere can you see such hay?
+
+  Wall! de year go by, an' Louis leev'
+    Widout no work to do,
+  Rise w'en he lak on winter day,
+  Fin' all de snow is clear away,
+  No fuss, no not'ing, dere 's de sleigh
+    An' trotter waitin' too.
+
+  W'en t'orty year is nearly t'roo
+    An' devil 's not come back
+  'Course Louis say, 'Wall! he forget
+  Or t'ink de tam 's not finish yet;
+  I 'll tak' ma chance an' never fret,"
+    But dat 's w'ere he mak' mistak'.
+
+  For on a dark an' stormy night
+    W'en Louis is sittin' dere,
+  After he fassen up de door
+  De devil come as he come before,
+  Lookin' de sam' only leetle more,
+    For takin' heem--you know w'ere.
+
+  "Asseyez vous, sit down, ma frien',
+    Bad night be on de road;
+  You come long way an' should be tire--
+  Jus' wait an' mebbe I feex de fire--
+  Tak' off your clothes for mak' dem drier,
+    Dey mus' be heavy load."
+
+  Dat 's how poor Louis Desjardins
+    Talk to de devil, sir--
+  Den say, "Try leetle w'isky blanc,
+  Dey 're makin' it back on St. Laurent--
+  It 's good for night dat 's cole an' raw,"
+    But devil never stir,
+
+  Until he smell de smell dat come
+    W'en Louis mak' it hot
+  Wit' sugar, spice, an' ev'ryt'ing.
+  Enough to mak' a man's head sing--
+  For winter, summer, fall an' spring--
+    It 's very bes' t'ing we got.
+
+  An' so de devil can't refuse
+    To try de w'isky blanc,
+  An' say, "I 'm tryin' many drink,
+  An' dis is de fines' I don't t'ink,
+  De firse, ba tonder! mak' me wink--
+    Hooraw, pour Canadaw!"
+
+  "Merci--non, non--I tak' no more,"
+    De devil say at las',
+  "For tam is up wit' you, Louis,
+  So come along, ma frien', wit' me,
+  So many star I 'm sure I see,
+    De storm she mus' be pas'."
+
+  "No hurry--wait a minute, please,"
+    Say Louis Desjardins,
+  "We 'll have a smoke before we 're t'roo,
+  'T will never hurt mese'f or you
+  To try a pipe, or mebbe two,
+    Of tabac Canayen." [1]
+
+  "Wan pipe is all I want for me--
+    We 'll finish our smoke downstair,"
+  De devil say, an' it was enough,
+  For w'en he tak' de very firse puff
+  He holler out, "Maudit! w'at stuff!
+    Fresh air! fresh air!! fresh air!!!"
+
+  An' oh! he was never sick before
+    Till he smoke tabac Bruneau--
+  Can't walk or fly, but he want fresh air,
+  So Louis put heem on rockin' chair
+  An' t'row heem off on de road out dere--
+    An' tole heem go below.
+
+  An' he shut de door an' fill de place
+    Wit' tabac Canayen,
+  An' never come out, an' dat 's a fac'--
+  But smoke away till hees face is black--
+  So dat 's w'y de devil don't come back
+    For Louis Desjardins.
+
+  An' dere he 's yet, an' dere he 'll stay--
+    So weech of de two 'll win
+  Can't say for dat--it 's kin' of a doubt,
+  For Louis, de pipe never leave hees mout',
+  An' night or day can't ketch heem out,
+    An' devil 's too scare go in.
+
+
+[1] Canadian tobacco.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+The Family Laramie
+
+  Hssh! look at ba-bee on de leetle blue chair,
+    W'at you t'ink he 's tryin' to do?
+  Wit' pole on de han' lak de lumberman,
+    A-shovin' along canoe.
+  Dere 's purty strong current behin' de stove,
+    W'ere it 's passin' de chimley-stone,
+  But he 'll come roun' yet, if he don't upset,
+    So long he was lef' alone.
+
+  Dat 's way ev'ry boy on de house begin
+    No sooner he 's twelve mont' ole;
+  He 'll play canoe up an' down de Soo
+    An' paddle an' push de pole,
+  Den haul de log all about de place,
+    Till dey 're fillin' up mos' de room,
+  An' say it 's all right, for de storm las' night
+    Was carry away de boom.
+
+  Mebbe you see heem, de young loon bird,
+    Wit' half of de shell hangin' on,
+  Tak' hees firse slide to de water side,
+    An' off on de lake he 's gone.
+  Out of de cradle dey 're goin' sam' way
+    On reever an' lake an' sea;
+  For born to de trade, dat 's how dey 're made,
+    De familee Laramie.
+
+  An' de reever she 's lyin' so handy dere
+    On foot of de hill below,
+  Dancin' along an' singin' de song
+    As away to de sea she go,
+  No wonder I never can lak dat song,
+    For soon it is comin', w'en
+  Dey 'll lissen de call, leetle Pierre an' Paul,
+    An' w'ere will de moder be den?
+
+  She 'll sit by de shore w'en de evenin's come,
+    An' spik to de reever too:
+  "O reever, you know how dey love you so,
+    Since ever dey 're seein' you,
+  For sake of dat love bring de leetle boy home
+    Once more to de moder's knee."
+  An' mebbe de prayer I be makin' dere
+    Will help bring dem back to me.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+Yankee Families
+
+  You s'pose God love de Yankee
+    An' de Yankee woman too,
+  Lak he love de folk at home on Canadaw?
+    I dunno--'cos if he do,
+  W'at 's de reason he don't geev' dem familee
+  Is dere anybody hangin' roun' can answer me
+  Wile I wait an' smoke dis pipe of good tabac?
+
+  An' now I 'll tole you somet'ing
+    Mebbe help you bimeby,
+  An' dere 's no mistak' it 's w'at dey call sure sign--
+    W'en you miss de baby's cry
+  As you 're goin' mak' some visit on de State
+  Dat 's enough--you need n't ax if de train 's on tam or late,
+  You can bet you 're on de Yankee side de line.
+
+  Unless dere 's oder folk dere,
+    Mebbe wan or two or t'ree,
+  Canayen is comin' workin' on de State--
+    Den you see petite Marie
+  Leetle Joe an' Angelique, Hormisdas an' Dieudonne,
+  But you can't tole half de nam'--it don't matter any way--
+  'Sides de fader he don't t'ink it's not'ing great.
+
+  De moder, you can see her
+    An' she got de basket dere
+  Wit' de fine t'ing for de chil'ren nice an' slick--
+    For dey can't get fat on air--
+  Cucumber, milk, an' onion, some leetle cake also
+  De ole gran'moder 's makin' on de farm few days ago--
+  W'at 's use buy dollar dinner mak' dem sick?
+
+  But look de Yankee woman
+    Wit' de book upon her han',
+  Readin', readin', an' her husban', he can't get
+    Any chance at all, poor man,
+  For sit down, de way de seat's all pile up wit' magazine--
+  De t'ing lak dat on Canadaw is never, never seen.
+  Would n't she be better wit' some chil'ren?  Wall! you bet!
+
+  No wonder dey was bringin'
+    For helpin' dem along
+  So many kin' of feller I dunno--
+    Chinee washee from Kong Kong
+  An' w'at dey call Da-go, was work for dollar a day,
+  But w'en dey mak' some money, off dey 're goin', right away--
+  Dat 's de reason dey was get de nam' Da-go.
+
+  Of course so long dey 're comin'
+    From ev'ry place dey can,
+  Not knowin' moche, dere 's not'ing fuss about
+    Only boss de stranger man--
+  But now dem gang of feller dat 's come across de sea--
+  He 's gettin' leetle smarter, an' he got de familee--
+  So Uncle Sam mus' purty soon look out.
+
+  I wonder he don't know it--
+    It 's funny he don't see
+  Dere 's somet'ing else dan money day an' night--
+    Non--he 'll work hese'f cra-zee,
+  Den travel roun' de worl', an' use de money too--
+  De King hese'f can't spen' lak de Yankee man is do--
+  But w'ere 's de leetle chil'ren? dat's not right!
+
+  W'at 's use of all de money
+    If dere ain't some boy an' girl
+  Mak' it pleasan' for de Yankee an' hees wife
+    W'en dey travel on de worl'?
+  For me an' Eugenie dere 's not'ing we lak bes'
+  Dan gader up de chil'ren an' get dem nicely dress--
+  W'y it 's more dan half de pleasure of our life.
+
+  I love de Yankee woman
+    An' de Yankee man also,
+  An' mebbe dey 'll be wiser bimeby--
+    But I lak dem all to know
+  If dey want to kip deir own, let dem raise de familee--
+  An' den dey 'll boss de contree from de mountain to de sea,
+  For dey 're smart enough to do it if dey try.
+
+[Illustration: Bird's nest]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+The Last Portage
+
+  I'm sleepin' las' night w'en I dream a dream
+  An' a wonderful wan it seem--
+  For I 'm off on de road I was never see,
+  Too long an' hard for a man lak me,
+  So ole he can only wait de call
+  Is sooner or later come to all.
+
+  De night is dark an' de portage dere
+  Got plaintee o' log lyin' ev'ryw'ere,
+  Black bush aroun' on de right an' lef,
+  A step from de road an' you los' you'se'f;
+  De moon an' de star above is gone,
+  Yet somet'ing tell me I mus' go on.
+
+[Illustration: "De moon an' de star above is gone,
+                 Yet somet'ing tell me I mus' go on."]
+
+  An' off in front of me as I go,
+  Light as a dreef of de fallin' snow--
+  Who is dat leetle boy dancin' dere
+  Can see hees w'ite dress an' curly hair,
+  An' almos' touch heem, so near to me
+  In an' out dere among de tree?
+
+  An' den I 'm hearin' a voice is say,
+  "Come along, fader, don't min' de way,
+  De boss on de camp he sen' for you,
+  So your leetle boy 's going to guide you t'roo
+  It 's easy for me, for de road I know,
+  'Cos I travel it many long year ago."
+
+  An' oh! mon Dieu! w'en he turn hees head
+  I 'm seein' de face of ma boy is dead--
+  Dead wit' de young blood in hees vein--
+  An' dere he 's comin' wance more again
+  Wit' de curly hair, an' dark-blue eye,
+  So lak de blue of de summer sky--
+
+  An' now no more for de road I care,
+  An' slippery log lyin' ev'ryw'ere--
+  De swamp on de valley, de mountain too
+  But climb it jus' as I use to do--
+  Don't stop on de road, for I need no res'
+  So long as I see de leetle w'ite dress.
+
+  An' I foller it on, an' wance in a w'ile
+  He turn again wit' de baby smile,
+  An' say, "Dear fader, I 'm here you see
+  We 're bote togeder, jus' you an' me--
+  Very dark to you, but to me it 's light,
+  De road we travel so far to-night.
+
+  "De boss on de camp w'ere I alway stay
+  Since ever de tam I was go away,
+  He welcome de poores' man dat call,
+  But love de leetle wan bes' of all,
+  So dat 's de reason I spik for you
+  An' come to-night for to bring you t'roo."
+
+  Lak de young Jesu w'en he 's here below
+  De face of ma leetle son look jus' so--
+  Den off beyon', on de bush I see
+  De w'ite dress fadin' among de tree--
+  Was it a dream I dream las' night
+  Is goin' away on de morning light?
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+Getting On
+
+  I know I 'm not too young, an' ma back is not as straight
+    As it use to be some feefty year ago--
+  Don't care to go aroun' if de rain is fallin' down
+    'Less de rheumateez is ketch me on de toe--
+  But dat is ma beez-nesse, an' no matter how I feel---
+    Oder folk dey might look out deir own affair
+  'Stead o' w'isperin', "Wall! ba Gosh! lissen poor Maxime Meloche,
+    How dat leetle drop o' rain is mak' heem swear!
+          De ole man 's gettin' on!"
+
+  Smart folk lak dat, of course, mebbe never hear de news
+    Of de tam he 's comin' sick Guillaume Laroche,
+  Who 's tak' heem home to die w'en de rapide's runnin' high,
+    An' carry heem on hees shoulder t'roo de bush?
+  Oh! no, it was n't me, only wan of dem young man
+    Hardly got de baby moustache on de mout',
+  Dat's de reason w'y I say to mese'f mos' ev'ry day,
+    "Purty hard dere 's not'ing else dan talk about
+          'De ole man 's gettin' on.'"
+
+  W'at 's mak' me feelin' mad is becos dey don't spik out,
+    Non! dey 'll sneak aroun' for watch me as I go,
+  An' if I mebbe spill leetle water on de hill,
+    W'en I 'm comin' from de well down dere below,
+  No use for tellin' me--I know too moche mese'f,
+    Dat 's de tam I 'm very sure dey alway say,
+  "See heem now, how slow he go--don't I offen tole you so?
+    We 're sorry, but Maxime is have hees day,
+          De ole man's gettin' on."
+
+  It's foolish t'ing to do, for dere 's alway hang aroun'
+    Some crazy feller almos' ev'ry day--
+  So I might a' stay at home 'stead o' tryin' feex de boom,
+    Dough I 'm sure de win' is blow de oder way;
+  For I never hear dem shout w'en dey let de water out,
+    An' de log dey come a-bangin' down de chute,
+  But leetle Joe Leblanc ketch me on de pant, hooraw!
+    Den spile de job by w'isperin', "I 'm afraid I spik de trut',
+          De ole man 's gettin' on."
+
+  Only yesterday de pig get loose an' run away,
+    An' de nex' t'ing he was goin' on de corn--
+  So I run an' fetch de stick, an' after heem so quick
+    Jus' to mak' heem feelin' sorry he was born;
+  An' dat pig he laugh at me, an' he fill hees belly full
+    'Fore he 's makin' up his min' for come along--
+  I 'm sure I see heem wink--should n't wonder if he t'ink,
+    "Very easy see dere 's somet'ing goin' wrong--
+          De ole man 's gettin on."
+
+  If only I can get some doctor feex me up,
+    Mak' me feel a leetle looser on de knee--
+  On de shoulder, ev'ryw'ere--ba tonder!  I don't care,
+    I 'le spen' a couple o' dollar, mebbe t'ree--
+  Jus' to larn dem feller dere how to skip an' how to jomp,
+    On de way I beat deir fader long ago--
+  Yass siree! an' purty soon dey 'll sing anoder tune,
+    An' wonder w'at de devil 's dere to show
+          De ole man's gettin' on.
+
+  Oh! dat maudit rheumateez! now she's ketchin' me again
+    On de back becos I 'm leetle bit excite,
+  An' put ma finger down, widout stoopin' on de groun'--
+    But I 'll do dat trick to-morrow, not to-night--
+  All de sam' I often t'ink ev'ry dog is got hees day,
+    Dat 's de lesson I was learnin' on de school;
+  So I can't help feelin' blue w'en I wonder if it 's true
+    W'at dey 're sayin'--dough o' course dey 're only fool--
+          De ole man 's gettin' on.
+
+[Illustration: Thistle]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+Pioneers
+
+  If dey 're walkin' on de roadside, an' dey 're bote in love togeder,
+    An' de star of spring is shinin' wit' de young moon in between,
+  It was purty easy guessin' dey 're not talkin' of de wedder,
+    W'en de boy is comin' twenty, an' de girl is jus' eighteen.
+
+  It 's a sign de winter 's over, an' it 's pleasan' hear de talkin'
+    Of de bull-frog on de swamp dere wit' all hees familee--
+  But it 's lonesome doin' not'ing, an' dere 's not moche fun in walkin',
+    So we fin' some fence dat 's handy for mese'f an' Rosalie.
+
+[Illustration: "So we fin' some fence dat 's handy
+                     for mese'f an' Rosalie."]
+
+  An' I dunno how it happen, w'en her head come on ma shoulder,
+    An' her black eye on de moonlight, lak de star shine--dat 's de way.
+  (Mebbe it 's becos de springtam) so I ketch her han' an' tole her
+    Of how moche I 'd lak to tak' her on some contree far away.
+
+  Den she say, I 'll mak' an offer, if you 're sure you want to tak' me
+    On de place I dunno w'ere--me--you mus' pay beeg price, Jo-seph.
+  You can carry me off to-morrow, so I 'm never comin' back--me--
+    But you 'll lose upon de bargain, for de price I want's you'se'f."
+
+  I was purty good for tradin', mebbe tak' it from ma fader,
+    For de ole man 's alway tryin' show me somet'ing dat was new--
+  But de trade I mak' dat evenin' wit' poor Rosalie, I rader
+    Not say not'ing moche about it, dough it 's bes' I never do.
+
+  So we settle on de reever wit' de bush for miles behin' us--
+    Here we buil' de firse log shaintee, only me an' Rosalie--
+  Dat 's de woman help her husban'! an' w'en winter come an' fin' us
+    We was ready waitin' for heem jus' as happy as could be.
+
+  Bar'l o' pork an' good potato, wan or two oder t'ing too
+    Leetle w'isky, plaintee flour, an' wood-pile stannin' near--
+  Don't min' de hardes' winter, an' fat enough in spring too--
+    De folk dat 's comin' handy w'en you want de contree clear!
+
+  Rosalie, you see her outside on de porch dere wit' her knittin'--
+    Yass, of course I know she 's changin' since de day she marry me--
+  An' she 'll never sit no more dere on de fence lak leetle kitten--
+    She 'd be safer on a stone wall, but she 's still ma Rosalie.
+
+  All alone: de neares' shaintee, over ten mile down de reever--
+    An' might be only yesterday, I 'member it so well--
+  W'en I 'm comin' home wan morning affer trappin' on de beaver,
+    An' ma wife is sayin', "Hurry, go an' fetch Ma-dame Labelle."
+
+  If you 're stan'in' on de bank dere, you mus' t'ink I 'm crazy feller
+    By de way I work de paddle, an' de way canoe she go--
+  But Ma-dame know all about it, an' I never need to tell her,
+    An' we jus' get back in tam' dere for welcome leetle Joe.
+
+  Dat 's de way dem woman 's doin' for help along each oder,
+    For Pierre Labelle he 's comin' now an' den for Rosalie--
+  Of course dere 's many tam too, dey got to be godmoder--
+    An' w'en dey want godfader, w'y dere 's only Pierre an' me.
+
+  Twenty year so hard we 're workin', twenty year reapin', sowin',
+    Choppin' tree an' makin' portage, an' de chil'ren help us too--
+  But it 's never feelin' lonesome w'ile de familee is growin',
+    An' de cradle seldom empty, an' we got so moche to do.
+
+  Den w'en all de work is finish, w'at dey 're callin' de surveyor
+    He 's comin' here an' fin' us, an' of course so well he might--
+  For it 's easy job to foller, w'en de road is lyin' dere,
+    So blin' man he can walk it wit' hees eyes closed, darkes' night.
+
+  An' de nex' t'ing dere 's a township, an' de township bring de taxes,
+    An' it 's leetle hard on us too, dat 's way it seem to me--
+  An' de Gover'ment, I s'pose dey 'll never t'ink at all to ax us
+    For de small account dey 're owin' mese'f an' Rosalie.
+
+  So we 'll see de beeg procession very soon come up de reever--
+    Some will settle on de roadside, some will stay upon de shore--
+  But de ole place we be clearin', I don't t'ink we 'll never leave her,
+    Dough we 're all surroun' by stranger an' we 're
+          in de worl' wance more.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+Natural Philosophy
+
+  Very offen I be t'inkin' of de queer folk goin' roun',
+    And way dey kip a-talkin' of de hard tam get along--
+  May have plaintee money too, an' de healt' be good an' soun'--
+    But you 'll fin' dere 's alway somet'ing goin' wrong--
+  'Course dere may be many reason w'y some feller ought to fret--
+    But me, I 'm alway singin' de only song I know--
+  'T is n't long enough for music, an' so short you can't forget,
+    But it drive away de lonesome, an' dis is how she go,
+      "Jus' tak' your chance, an' try your luck."
+
+  Funny feller 's w'at dey call me--"so diff'ren' from de res',"
+    But ev'rybody got hees fault, as far as I can see--
+  An' all de t'ing I 'm doin', I do it for de bes',
+    Dough w'en I 'm bettin' on a race, dat 's often loss for me--
+  "Oho!" I say, "Alphonse ma frien', to-day is not your day,
+    For more you got your money up, de less your trotter go--
+  But never min' an' don't lie down," dat 's w'at I alway say,
+    An' sing de sam' ole song some more, mebbe a leetle slow--
+      "Jus' tak' your chance, an' try your luck."
+
+  S'pose ma uncle die an' let me honder-dollar, mebbe two--
+    An' I don't tak' hees advice--me--for put heem on de bank--
+  'Stead o' dat, some lot'rie ticket, to see w'at I can do,
+    An' purty soon I 'm findin' out dey 're w'at you call de blank--
+  Wall! de bank she might bus' up dere--somet'ing might go wrong--
+    Dem feller, w'en dey get it, mebbe skip before de night--
+  Can't tell--den w'ere 's your money?  So I sing ma leetle song
+    An' don't boder wit' de w'isky, an' again I feel all right,
+      "Jus' tak' your chance, an' try your luck."
+
+  If you 're goin' to mak' de marry, kip a look out on de eye,
+    But no matter how you 're careful, it was risky anyhow--
+  An' if you 're too unlucky, jus' remember how you try
+    For gettin' dat poor woman, dough she may have got you now--
+  All de sam', it sometam happen dat your wife will pass away--
+    No use cryin', you can't help it--dere 's your duty to you'se'f--
+  You don't need to ax de neighbor, dey will tell you ev'ry day
+    Start again lak hones' feller, for dere's plaintee woman lef'--
+      "Jus' tak' your chance, an' try your luck."
+
+  Poor man lak me, I 'm not'ing: only w'en election 's dere,
+    An' ev'rybody 's waitin' to ketch you by de t'roat--
+  De money I be makin' den, wall! dat was mon affaire--
+    An' affer all w'at diff'rence how de poor man mak' de vote?
+  So I do ma very bes'--me--wit' de wife an' familee--
+    On de church door Sunday morning, you can see us all parade--
+  Len' a frien' a half a dollar, an' never go on spree--
+    So w'en I 'm comin' die--me--no use to be afraid--
+      "Jus' tak' your chance, an' try your luck."
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+Champlain
+
+  "W'ere 'll we go?" says Pierre de Monts,[1]
+    To hese'f as he walk de forwar' deck,
+  "For I got ma share of Trois Rivieres
+    An' I never can lak Kebeck--
+  Too moche Nort' Pole--maudit! it 's cole
+    Oh! la! la! de win' blow too.
+  An' I 'm sure w'at I say, M'sieu Pontgrave
+    He know very well it 's true.
+
+  But here 's de boat, an' we 're all afloat
+    A honder an' fifty ton--
+  An' look at de lot of man we got,
+    No better beneat' de sun--
+  Provision, too, for all de crew
+    An' pries' for to say de prayer,
+  So mes chers amis, dey can easy see
+    De vessel mus' pass somew'ere.
+
+  If I only know de way to go
+    For findin' some new an' pleasan' lan',"
+  But jus' as he spik, he turn roun' quick,
+    An' dere on de front, sir, stan' de Man.
+  "You was callin' me, I believe," says he,
+    As brave as a lion--"Tiens!
+  W'en we reach de sea, an' de ship is free,
+    You can talk wit' Samuel de Champlain." [2]
+
+  Wan look on hees eye an' he know for w'y
+    Young Samuel spik no more,
+  So he shake hees han', an' say, "Young man,
+    Too bad you don't come before;
+  But now you are here, we 'll geev' t'ree cheer,
+    An' away w'erever you want to go--
+  For I lak your look an' swear on de Book
+    You 'll fin' de good frien' on Pierre de Monts."
+
+  So de sail 's set tight, an' de win' is right,
+    For it 's blowin' dem to de wes'--
+  An' dey say deir prayer, for God knows w'ere
+    De anchor will come to res'--
+  Adieu to de shore dey may see no more--
+    Good-bye to de song an' dance--
+  De girl dey love, an' de star above
+    Kipin' watch on de lan' of France.
+
+  Den it 's "Come below, M'sieu Pierre de Monts,"
+    Champlain he say to de capitaine--
+  "An' I 'll tell to you, w'at I t'ink is true
+    Dough purty hard, too, for understan'--
+  I dream a dream an' it alway seem
+    Dat God hese'f he was say to me--
+  'Rise up, young man, de quick you can
+    An' sail your ship on de western sea.
+
+  "'De way may be long, an' de win' be strong,
+    An' wave sweep over de leetle boat--
+  But never you min', an' you 're sure to fin',
+    If you trus' in me, you will kip afloat.'
+  An' I tak' dat ship, an' I mak' de trip
+    All on de dream I was tellin' you--
+  An' oh! if you see w'at appear to me,
+    I wonder w'at you was a-t'inkin' too?
+
+  "I come on de lan' w'ere dere 's no w'ite man--
+    I come on de shore w'ere de grass is green--
+  An' de air is clear as de new-born year,
+    An' of all I was see, dis lan's de Queen--
+  So I 'm satisfy if we only try
+    An' fin' if dere 's anyt'ing on ma dream,
+  An' I 'll show de way," Champlain is say--
+    Den Pierre de Monts he is answer heem,
+
+  "All right, young man, do de bes' you can--
+    So long you don't bring me near Kebeck--
+  Or Trois Rivieres, not moche I care,
+    An' I hope your dream's comin' out correc'."
+  So de brave Champlain he was say, "Tres bien,"
+    An' soon he was boss of de ship an' crew
+  An' pile on de sail, wedder calm or gale--
+    Oh! dat is de feller know w'at to do.
+
+  Don't I see heem dere wit' hees long black hair
+    On de win' blowin' out behin'--
+  Watchin' de ship as she rise an' dip,
+    An' always follerin' out de Sign?
+  An' day affer day I can hear heem say
+    To de sailor man lonesome for home an' frien',
+  "Cheer up, mes amis, for soon you will see
+    De lan' risin' up on de oder en'."
+
+  Wall! de tam go by, an' still dey cry
+    "Oh! bring us back for de familee's sake."
+  Even Pierre de Monts fin' it leetle slow
+    An' t'ink mebbe somebody mak' mistake--
+  But he don't geev' in for he 's boun' to win'--
+    De young Champlain--an' hees heart grow strong
+  W'en de voice he hear say, "Never fear;
+    You won't have to suffer for very long."
+
+  Alone on de bow I can see heem now
+    Wan mornin' in May w'en de sun was rise--
+  Smellin' de air lak a bloodhoun', dere--
+    An' de light of de Heaven shine on hees eyes.
+  A minute or more he is wait before
+    He tak' off de hat an' raise hees han'--
+  Den down on de knee, sayin', "Dieu merci!"
+    He cross hese'f dere, an' I understan'--
+
+  "Ho! Ho! De Monts! are you down below,
+    Sleepin' so soun' on de bed somew'ere?
+  If you 're feelin' well, come up an' tell
+    W'at kin' of a cloud you be seein' dere."
+  Den every wan shout w'en de voice ring out
+    Of de young Champlain on dat summer day,
+  "Lan'! it is lan'!" cry de sailor man--
+    You can hear dem holler ten mile away.
+
+  Port Rossignol is de place dey call
+    (I 'm sorry dat nam' it was disappear);
+  An' mos' ev'ry tree dem Frenchman see
+    Got nice leetle bird singin', "Welcome here."
+  An' happy dey were, dem voyageurs
+    An' de laugh come out on de sailors' face--
+  No wonder, too, w'en de shore dey view,
+    For w'ere can you see it de better place?
+
+        *      *      *      *      *      *
+
+  If you want to fin' w'at is lef' behin'
+    Of de story I try very hard tell you,
+  Don't bodder me now or raise de row,
+    But study de book de sam' I do.
+
+
+[1] De-mo.
+
+[2] Shaum-pla.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+Pro Patria
+
+  Was leevin' across on de State Vermont;
+    W'ere mountain so high you see--
+  Got plaintee to do, so all I want
+    Is jus' to be quiet--me--
+  No bodder, no fuss, only work aroun'
+    On job I don't lak refuse--
+  But affer de familee settle down
+    It 's come w'at dey call war-news.
+
+  De Spanish da-go he was gettin' mad,
+    An' he 's dangerous l'Espagnol!
+  An' ev'ry wan say it was lookin' bad,
+    Not safe on de State at all--
+  So Yankee he 's tryin' for sell hees farm,
+    An' town 's very moche excite,
+  Feexin' de gun an' de fire-alarm,
+    An' ban' playin' ev'ry night.
+
+  An' soon dere 's comin', all dress to kill,
+    Beeg feller from far away,
+  Shoutin' lak devil on top de hill,
+    An' dis is de t'ing he say--
+
+  "Strike for your home an' your own contree!
+  Strike for your native lan'!
+  Kip workin' away wit' de spade an' hoe,
+  Den jump w'en you hear de bugle blow,
+  For danger 's aroun', above, below,
+  But de bugle will tell if it 's tam to go."
+
+  An' he tak' de flag wit' de star an' stripe,
+    An' holler out--"Look at me!
+  If any wan touch dat flag, ba cripe!
+    He 's dead about wan--two--t'ree."
+  Den he pull it aroun' heem few more tam,
+    An' sit on de rockin' chair,
+  Till somebody cheer for hees Uncle Sam,
+    Dough I don't see de ole man dere.
+
+  I got a long story for tell dat night
+    On poor leetle Rose Elmire,
+  An' she say she 's sorry about de fight
+    We 're doin' so well down here--
+  But it 's not our fault an' we can't help dat,
+    De law she is made for all,
+  So our duty is wait for de rat-tat-tat
+    Of drum an' de bugle call.
+
+  An' it 's busy week for Elmire an' me,
+    I 'm sure you 'd pity us too--
+  Workin' so hard lak you never see,
+    For dere 's plaintee o' job to do--
+  Den half o' de night packin' up de stuff
+    We got on de small cabane--
+  An' buyin' a horse, dough he cos' enough,
+    For Yankee 's a hard trade man.
+
+  An' how can I sleep if ma wife yell out--
+    "Gedeon, dere she goes!"
+  An' bang an' tear all de house about
+    W'en Johnnie is blow hees nose?
+  Poor leetle chil'ren dey suffer too,
+    Lyin' upon de floor,
+  Wit' de bed made up, for dey never go
+    On de worl' lak dat before.
+
+  We got to be ready, of course, an' wait--
+    De chil'ren, de wife, an' me,
+  For show de Yankee upon de State,
+    Ba Golly! how smart we be.
+  You know de game dey call checker-boar'?
+    Wall! me an' ma wife Elmire,
+  We 're playin' dat game on de outside door
+    Wit' leetle wan gader near;
+
+  Jus' as de sun on de sky go down
+    An' mountain dey seem so fine,
+  Ev'ryt'ing quiet, don't hear a soun',
+    So I 'm lookin' across de line.
+  An' I t'ink of de tam I be leevin' dere
+    On county of Yamachiche,
+  De swamp on de bush w'ere I ketch de hare
+    De reever I use to feesh.
+
+  An' ma wife Elmire w'en she see de tear,
+    She cry leetle bit herse'f--
+  Put her han' on ma neck, an' say, "Ma dear,
+    I 'm sorry we never lef';
+  But money 's good t'ing, an' dere 's nice folk too,
+    Leevin' upon Vermont--
+  Got plaintee o' work for me an' you--
+    Is dere anyt'ing more we want?
+
+  Dere 's w'at dey 're callin' de war beez-nesse--
+    It 's troublesome t'ing, of course,
+  But no gettin' off--mus' strike wit' de res',
+    No matter--it might be worse--
+  We 're savin' along--never lose a day,
+    An' ready w'en bugle blow--"
+  But dat was de very las' word she say,
+    For dere it commence to go,
+
+  Blowin' away on de mountain dere,
+    W'ere snow very seldom melts,
+  Down by de reever an' ev'ryw'ere,
+    We could n't hear not'ing else--
+  Nobody stop to fin' out de place,
+    Too busy for dat to-day--
+  But we never forget de law in de case
+    W'en feller he spik dis way--
+
+  "Strike for your home an' your own contree!
+  Strike for your native lan'!
+  Kip workin' away wit' de spade an' hoe,
+  Den jump w'en you hear de bugle blow,
+  For danger 's aroun', above, below,
+  But de bugle will tell if it 's tam to go."
+
+  An' de chil'ren yell, an' de checker-boar'
+    Don't do her no good at all--
+  An' nobody never jump before
+    Lak de crowd w'en dey hear de call,
+  Dat was de familee,--bet your life
+    I 'm prouder, ba Gosh! to-day
+  Mese'f, de leetle wan, an' de wife,
+    Dan anyt'ing I can say--
+
+  'Cos nobody strike on de way we do--
+    For home an' deir own contree--
+  Wit' fedder bed, stove, de cradle too,
+    An' ev'ryt'ing else we see--
+  Pilin' de wagon up ten foot high
+    Goin' along de road--
+  An' de Yankee say as we 're passin' by
+    Dey never see such a load--
+
+  So dat 's how we 're comin' to Yamachiche--
+    An' dat 's w'y we 're stayin' here--
+  Jus' to be quiet an' hunt an' feesh,
+    Not'ing at all to fear--
+  An' if ever you lissen de Yankee folk
+    Brag an' kick up de fuss--
+  An' say we 're lak cattle upon de yoke,
+    An' away dey can trot from us--
+
+[Illustration: "Jus' tell dem de news of Gedeon Plouffe--
+                 How he jump wit' de familee."]
+
+  Jus' tell dem de news of Gedeon Plouffe--
+    How he jump wit' de familee
+  An' strike w'en de bugle is raise de roof
+    For home an' hees own contree.
+
+[Illustration: Flower]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+Getting Stout
+
+  Eighteen, an' face lak de--w'at 's de good?
+    Dere 's no use tryin' explain
+  De way she 's lookin', dat girl Marie--
+    But affer it pass, de rain,
+  An' sun come out of de cloud behin',
+    An' laugh on de sky wance more--
+  Wall! dat is de way her eye it shine
+    W'en she see me upon de door.
+
+  An' dere she 's workin' de ole-tam sash,
+    De fines' wan, too, for sure.
+  "Who is it for, ma belle Marie--
+    You 're makin' de nice ceinture?
+  Come out an' sit on de shore below,
+    For watchin' dem draw de net,
+  Ketchin' de feesh," an' she answer, "No,
+    De job is n't finish yet;
+
+  "Stan' up, Narcisse, an' we 'll see de fit.
+    Dat sash it was mak' for you,
+  For de ole wan 's gettin' on, you know,
+    An' o' course it 'll never do
+  If de boy I marry can't go an' spen'
+    W'at dey 're callin' de weddin' tour
+  Wit' me, for visitin' all hees frien',
+    An' not have a nice ceinture."
+
+  An' den she measure dat sash on me,
+    An' I fin' it so long an' wide
+  I pass it aroun' her, an' dere we stan',
+    De two of us bote inside--
+  "Could n't be better, ma chere Marie,
+    Dat sash it is fit so well--
+  It jus' suit you, an' it jus' suit me,
+    An' bote togeder, ma belle."
+
+  So I wear it off on de weddin' tour
+    An' long after dat also,
+  An' never a minute I 'm carin' how
+    De win' of de winter blow--
+  Don't matter de cole an' frosty night--
+    Don't matter de stormy day,
+  So long as I 'm feex up close an' tight
+    Wit' de ole ceinture fleche.
+
+  An' w'ere 's de woman can beat her now,
+    Ma own leetle girl Marie?
+  For we 're marry to-day jus' feefty year
+    An' never a change I see--
+  But wan t'ing strange, dough I try ma bes'
+    For measure dat girl wance more,
+  She say--"Go off wit' de foolishness,
+    Or pass on de outside door.
+
+  "You know well enough dat sash get tight
+    Out on de snow an' wet
+  Drivin' along on ev'ry place,
+    Den how can it fit me yet?
+  Shows w'at a fool you be, Narcisse,
+    W'enever you go to town;
+  Better look out, or I call de pries'
+    For makin' you stan' aroun'."
+
+  But me, I 'm sure it was never change,
+    Dat sash on de feefty year--
+  An' I can't understan' to-day at all,
+    W'at 's makin' it seem so queer--
+  De sash is de sam', an' woman too,
+    Can't fool me, I know too well--
+  But woman, of course dey offen do
+    Some funny t'ing--you can't tell!
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+Doctor Hilaire
+
+  A stranger might say if he see heem drink till he almos' fall,
+  "Doctor lak dat for sick folk, he 's never no use at all,"
+  But wait till you hear de story dey 're tellin' about heem yet,
+  An' see if you don't hear somet'ing, mebbe you won't forget.
+
+  Twenty odd year she 's marry, Belzemire Lafreniere,
+  An' oh! but she 's feelin' lonesome 'cos never a sign is dere--
+  Purty long tam for waitin', but poor leetle Belzemire
+  She 's bad enough now for pay up all of dem twenty year.
+
+  Call heem de oldes' doctor, call heem de younges' wan,
+  Bring dem along, no matter if ev'ry dollar 's gone--
+  T'ree of dem can't do not'ing, workin' for two days dere,
+  She was a very sick woman, Belzemire Lafreniere.
+
+  Pierre he was cryin', cryin' out on de barn behin',
+  Neighbors tryin' to kip heem goin' right off hees min',
+  W'en somebody say, "Las' winter, ma wife she is nearly go,
+  An' who do you t'ink is save her? ev'ry wan surely know.
+
+  "Drink? does he drink de w'isky? don't care I 'm hees only frien',
+  Dere 's only wan answer comin'.  Wall! leetle bit now an' den
+  Doctor Hilaire he tak' it, but if it was me or you
+  Leevin' on Beausejour dere, w'at are you goin' to do?
+
+  "An' so you may t'ank de w'isky, 'cos w'ere 'll he be to-day
+  If he never is drinkin' not'ing?  Many a mile away
+  Off on de great beeg city, makin' de money quick,
+  W'ere ev'ry wan want de doctor w'enever he 's leetle sick.
+
+  "Remember de way to get heem is tell heem it's bad, bad case,
+  Or Doctor Hilaire you 'll never see heem upon dis place!
+  Tell heem dere 's two life waitin', an' sure to be comin' die
+  Unless he is hurry quicker dan ever de bird can fly.
+
+  "T'orty mile crick is runnin' over de road, I 'm sure,
+  But if you can fin' de crossin' you 'll ketch heem at Beausejour.
+  Sober or drunk, no matter, bring heem along you mus',
+  For Doctor Hilaire 's de only man of de lot for us."
+
+  Out wit' de quickes' horse den, Ste. Genevieve has got,
+  An' if ever you show your paces, now is de tam to trot--
+  Johnnie Dufresne is drivin', w'at! never hear tell of heem,
+  Off on de Yankee circus, an' han'le a ten-horse team?
+
+  Dat was de lonesome journey over de mountain high,
+  Down w'ere de w'ite fog risin' show w'ere de swamp is lie,
+  An' drive as he can de faster, an' furder away he get,
+  Johnnie can hear dat woman closer an' closer yet.
+
+  Offen he tell about it, not'ing he never do
+  Geev' heem de funny feelin' Johnnie is goin' t'roo,
+  But he is sure of wan t'ing, if Belzemire 's comin' die,
+  Poor woman, she 'd never foller affer heem wit' her cry.
+
+  Dat is de t'ing is cheer heem, knowin' she is n't gone,
+  So he answer de voice a-callin', tellin' her to hol' on,
+  Till he bring her de help she 's needin' if only she wait a w'ile
+  Dat is de way he 's doin' all of dem t'orty mile--
+
+  Lucky he was to-night, too, for place on de crick he got,
+  Search on de light of day-tam, he could n't fin' better spot,
+  But jus' as it happen', mebbe acre or two below,
+  Is place w'ere de ole mail-driver 's drownin' a year ago.
+
+  W'ere is de road? he got it, an' very soon Beausejour
+  Off on de hillside lyin', dere she is, small an' poor,
+  Lookin' so lak starvation might a' been t'roo de war,
+  An' dere, on de bar-room sleepin', de man he is lookin' for.
+
+  Drunk? he is worse dan ever--poor leetle man! too bad!
+  Lissen to not'ing neider, but Johnnie is feel so glad
+  Ketchin' heem dere so easy, 'fore he can answer, "No"--
+  He 's tyin' heem on de buggy, an' off on de road he go--
+
+  Half o' de journey 's over, half o' de night is pass,
+  W'en Doctor Hilaire stop swearin', an' start to get quiet at las'--
+  Don't do any good ax Johnnie lettin' heem loose again,
+  For if any man tak' de chances, would n't be Johnnie Dufresne.
+
+  Hooraw for de black horse trotter! hooraw for de feller drive!
+  An' wan leetle cheer for Belzemire dat 's kipin' herse'f alive
+  Till Johnnie is bring de doctor, an' carry heem on de door
+  An' loosen heem out as sober as never he was before.
+
+  Quiet inside de house now, quiet de outside too,
+  Look at each oder smokin', dat 's about all we do;
+  An' jus' as we feel, ba tonder! no use, we mus' talk or die,
+  Dere on de house we 're hearin' poor leetle baby's cry.
+
+  Dat 's all, but enough for makin' tear comin' down de face,
+  An' Pierre, if you only see heem jumpin' aroun' de place
+  You 'd t'ink of a colt in spring-tam--den off on de barn we go
+  W'ere somebody got de bottle for drinkin' de healt', you know.
+
+  Takin' it too moche w'isky, is purty hard job to cure,
+  But only for poor ole w'isky, village of Beausejour
+  Can never have such a doctor, an' dat 's w'y it aint no tam
+  Talk very moche agin it, but fill her up jus' de sam'.
+
+  An' drink to de baby's moder, here 's to de baby too,
+  An' Doctor Hilaire, anoder, beeger dan all, for you.
+  For sober or drunk, no matter, so long as he understan'
+  It's very bad case is waitin', Doctor Hilaire 's de man.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+Barbotte (Bull-pout)
+
+  Dere 's some lak dory, an' some lak bass,
+    An' plaintee dey mus' have trout--
+  An' w'ite feesh too, dere 's quite a few
+    Not satisfy do widout--
+  Very fon' of sucker some folk is, too,
+    But for me, you can go an' cut
+  De w'ole of dem t'roo w'at you call menu,
+    So long as I get barbotte--
+          Ho! Ho! for me it 's de nice barbotte.
+
+  No fuss to ketch heem--no row at all,
+    De sam' as you have wit' bass--
+  Never can tell if you hook heem well,
+    An' mebbe he 's gone at las'!
+  An' trout, wall! any wan 's ketchin' trout
+    Dey got to be purty smart--
+  But leetle bull-pout, don't have to look out,
+    For dem feller got no heart--
+          Good t'ing, dey ain't got no heart
+
+  Dat 's wan of de reason I lak heem too--
+    For all you have got to do
+  Is takin' your pole on de feeshin' hole
+    An' anchor de ole canoe--
+  Den spit on de worm for luck, an' pass
+    De leetle hook up de gut,
+  An' drop it down slow, jus' a minute or so,
+    An' pull up de nice barbotte,
+          Ha! Ha! de fine leetle fat barbotte.
+
+  Pleasan' to lissen upon de spring
+    De leetle bird sing hees song,
+  Wile you watch de line an' look out for sign
+    Of mooshrat swimmin' along;
+  Den tak' it easy an' smoke de pipe,
+    An' w'ere is de man has got
+  More fun dan you on de ole canoe
+    W'en dey 're bitin', de nice barbotte--
+          De nice leetle fat barbotte.
+
+  No runnin' aroun' on de crick for heem,
+    No jompin' upon de air,
+  Makin' you sweat till your shirt is wet
+    An' sorry you 're comin' dere--
+  Foolin' away wit' de rod an' line
+    Mebbe de affernoon--
+  For sure as he bite he 's dere all right,
+    An' you 're ketchin' heem very soon--
+          Yass sir! you 're gettin' heem purty soon.
+
+  Den tak' heem off home wit' a dozen more
+    An' skin heem so quick you can,
+  Fry heem wit' lard, an' you 'll fin' it hard
+    To say if dere 's on de pan
+  Such feesh as dat on de worl' before
+    Since Adam, you know, is shut
+  Out of de gate w'en he 's comin' home late,
+    As de nice leetle fat barbotte--
+          Dat 's true, de nice leetle sweet barbotte.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Lyrics and melody of "The Rossignol"]
+
+
+[Illustration: Lyrics and melody of "The Rossignol"--Concluded]
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+
+THE ROSSIGNOL
+
+Air--"Sur la Montagne"
+
+  Jus' as de sun is tryin'
+    Climb on de summer sky
+  Two leetle bird come flyin'
+    Over de mountain high--
+  Over de mountain, over de mountain,
+  Hear dem call,
+  Hear dem call--poor leetle rossignol!
+
+  Out of de nes' togeder,
+    Broder an' sister too,
+  Out on de summer wedder
+    W'en de w'ole worl' is new--
+  Over de mountain, over de mountain,
+  Hear dem call,
+  Hear dem call--poor leetle rossignol!
+
+  No leetle heart was lighter,
+    No leetle bird so gay,
+  Never de sun look brighter
+    Dan he is look to-day--
+  Over de mountain, over de mountain,
+  Hear dem call,
+  Hear dem call--poor leetle rossignol!
+
+  W'y are dey leave de nes' dere
+    W'ere dey was still belong?
+  Better to stay an' res' dere
+    Until de wing is strong.
+  Over de mountain, over de mountain,
+  Hear dem call,
+  Hear dem call--poor leetle rossignol!
+
+  W'at is dat watchin' dere now
+    Up on de maple tall,
+  Better look out, tak' care now,
+    Poor leetle rossignol,
+  Over de mountain, over de mountain,
+  Hear dem call,
+  Hear dem call--poor leetle rossignol!
+
+  Here dey are comin' near heem
+    Singin' deir way along--
+  How can dey know to fear heem
+    Poor leetle bird so young--
+  Over de mountain, over de mountain,
+  Hear dem call,
+  Hear dem call--poor leetle rossignol!
+
+  Moder won't hear you cryin',
+    W'at is de use to call,
+  W'en he is comin' flyin'
+    Quick as de star is fall?
+  Over de mountain, over de mountain,
+  Hear dem call,
+  Hear dem call--poor leetle rossignol?
+
+        *      *      *      *
+
+  Up w'ere de nes' is lyin',
+    High on de cedar bough,
+  W'ere de young hawk was cryin'
+    Soon will be quiet now.
+  Over de mountain, over de mountain,
+  Hear heem call,
+  Hear heem call--poor leetle rossignol!
+
+  If he had only kissed her,
+    Poor leetle rossignol!
+  But he was los' hees sister,
+    An' it 's alone he call--
+  Over de mountain, over de mountain,
+  Hear heem call,
+  Hear heem call--poor leetle rossignol!
+
+  Only a day of gladness,
+    Only a day of song,
+  Only a night of sadness
+    Lastin' de w'ole life long.
+  Over de mountain, over de mountain,
+  Hear heem call,
+  Hear heem call--poor leetle rossignol!
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+Meb-be
+
+  A quiet boy was Joe Bedotte,
+    An' no sign anyw'ere
+  Of anyt'ing at all he got
+    Is up to ordinaire--
+  An' w'en de teacher tell heem go
+    An' tak' a holiday,
+  For wake heem up, becos' he 's slow,
+    Poor Joe would only say,
+          "Wall! meb-be."
+
+  Don't bodder no wan on de school
+    Unless dey bodder heem,
+  But all de scholar t'ink he 's fool
+    Or walkin' on a dream--
+  So w'en dey 're closin' on de spring
+    Of course dey 're moche surprise
+  Dat Joe is takin' ev'ry-t'ing
+    Of w'at you call de prize.
+
+[Illustration: "Don't bodder no wan on de school
+                 Unless dey bodder heem."]
+
+  An' den de teacher say, "Jo-seph,
+    I know you 're workin' hard--
+  Becos' w'en I am pass mese'f
+    I see you on de yard
+  A-splittin' wood--no doubt you stay
+    An' study half de night?"
+  An' Joe he spik de sam' ole way
+    So quiet an' polite,
+          "Wall! meb-be."
+
+  Hees fader an' hees moder die
+    An' lef' heem dere alone
+  Wit' chil'ren small enough to cry,
+    An' farm all rock an' stone--
+  But Joe is fader, moder too,
+    An' work bote day an' night
+  An' clear de place--dat 's w'at he do,
+    An' bring dem up all right.
+
+  De Cure say, "Jo-seph, you know
+    Le bon Dieu 's very good--
+  He feed de small bird on de snow,
+    De caribou on de wood--
+  But you deserve some credit too--
+    I spik of dis before."
+  So Joe he dunno w'at to do
+    An' only say wance more,
+          "Wall! meb-be."
+
+  An' Joe he leev' for many year
+    An' helpin' ev'ry wan
+  Upon de parish far an' near
+    Till all hees money 's gone--
+  An' den de Cure come again
+    Wit' tear-drop on hees eye--
+  He know for sure poor Joe, hees frien',
+    Is well prepare to die.
+
+  "Wall! Joe, de work you done will tell
+    W'en you get up above--
+  De good God he will treat you well
+    An' geev' you all hees love.
+  De poor an' sick down here below,
+    I 'm sure dey 'll not forget,"
+  An' w'at you t'ink he say, poor Joe,
+    Drawin' hees only breat'?
+          "Wall! meb-be."
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+Snubbing (Tying-up) the Raft
+
+  Las' night dey 're passin', de golden plover,
+    Dis mornin' I 'm seein' de bluebird's wing,
+  So if not'ing go wrong, de winter 's over,
+    An' not very long till we got de spring.
+
+  An' nex' t'ing de reever she 'll start a-hummin',
+    An' den you 'll hear it, de song an' laugh,
+  Is tellin' de news, de boys are comin'
+    Home again on de saw-log raf'.
+
+  All very well for see dem swingin'
+    Roun' de beeg islan' dere on de bay,
+  Nice t'ing too, for to hear dem singin',
+    'Cos it mak' me t'ink of de good ole day.
+
+  An' me--I could lissen dem song forever,
+    But it is n't so pleasan' w'en evenin' fall,
+  An' dey 're lookin' for place to stay, an' never
+    Snub de raf' on ma place at all---
+
+  Dat 's de fine cove if dey only know it--
+    Hard to fin' better on St. Maurice,
+  Up de reever or down below it,
+    An' house on de hill only leetle piece.
+
+  W'at is de reason den, w'en dey fin' dem
+    Raf' comin' near me, dey all get scare,
+  An' pull lak de devil was close behin' dem,
+    An' 'way down de reever to Joe Belair?
+
+  Two mile more, wit' de rock an' stone dere,
+    An' water so shallow can't float canoe,
+  But ev'ry boy of de gang, he 's goin' dere,
+    Even de cook, an' de captain too--
+
+  W'at is de reason, I lak to know--me--
+    Ma own leetle cove 's lyin' empty dere,
+  An' nobody stop till dey go below me,
+    Snubbin' de raf' on Joe Belair?
+
+  Not'ing lak dat twenty year ago, sir,
+    W'en voyageurs' comin' from up above,
+  Dere 's only wan place us feller know, sir,
+    W'en dey 're goin' ashore, an' dat's de cove.
+
+  An' dere on door of de house she 's stan'nin'
+    To welcome us back, Madame Baribeau,
+  An' Pierre hese'f, he was on de lan'nin',
+    Ready for ketchin' de rope we t'row.
+
+  An' oh! de girl use to mak' us crazy--
+    For many a fine girl Pierre has got--
+  Right on de jomp too--never lazy,
+    But Sophie 's de fines' wan of de lot.
+
+  Me--I was only a comon feller,
+    An' love--wall! jus' lak de leetle calf,
+  An' it's true, I 'm sure, w'at dey offen tell her,
+    I 'm de uglies' man on boar' de raf'.
+
+  But Sophie 's so nice an' good shese'f too,
+    De uglies' man upon all de worl'
+  Forget hees face an' forget hese'f too,
+    T'ree minute affer he see dat girl--
+
+  An' dat 's de reason de chance is better,
+    For you must n't be t'ink of you'se'f at all,
+  But t'ink of de girl if you want to get her,
+    An' so we 're marry upon de fall.
+
+  An' purty soon den dey all get started,
+    For marryin' fever come so strong
+  W'en de firse wan go, dat dey 're broken-hearted
+    An' tak' mos' anyt'ing come along.
+
+  So Joe Belair, w'en hees house is buil' dere,
+    He go down de reever wit' Eugenie,
+  An' place I settle on top de hill dere,
+    De ole man geev' it to Sophie an' me.
+
+  An' along dey come, wan foller de oder,
+    Dozen o' girl--not a boy at all--
+  Never a girl tak' affer de moder,
+    But all lak de fader, beeg an' small--
+
+  A dozen o' girl, of course, no wonder
+    A few of dem look lak me--sapree!
+  But w'en dey 're comin' dat way, ba tonder!
+    She 's jus' a leetle too moche for me.
+
+  An' Joe Belair, he was down below me,
+    Funny t'ing too, he is ketch also,
+  Ev'ryt'ing girl--how it come dunno--me--
+    But dey 're all lak de familee Baribeau--
+
+  Growin' up purty de sam' de moder--
+    An' soon as dey know it along de shore
+  De boys stop comin', an' never bodder
+    For snub de raf' on ma place no more--
+
+  So w'at is de chance ma girl she 's gettin',
+    Don't care w'ere I look, none at all I see,
+  No use, I s'pose, kipin' on a-frettin',
+    Dough it's very hard case poor man lak me.
+
+  W'at 'll I do for bring dem here,--me?
+    Can't be blowin' dem to de moon--
+  Or buil' a dam on de reever near me
+    For fear we 're sure to be drownin' soon.
+
+  To-night I can hear hees darn ole fiddle,
+    Playin' away on Joe Belair--
+  Can hear heem holler, "Pass down de middle
+    An' dance on your partner over dere."
+
+[Illustration: "To-night I can hear hees darn ole fiddle,
+                 Playin' away on Joe Belair."]
+
+  Pleasan' t'ing too, for to smell de w'isky
+    Off on de leetle back room--ba oui--
+  Helpin' de ole folk mak' dem frisky,
+    Very pleasan' for dem, but not for me--
+
+  Oh! it mak' me mad, an' I 'm tire tryin'
+    To show how I feel, an' it 's hard to tell--
+  So I 'll geev' it up, for dere 's no good cryin';
+    'Sides w'at is de use of a two-mile smell?
+
+  Non!--I don't go dere if dey all invite me,
+    Or de worl' itse'f--she come to an' en'.
+  De Bishop hese'f, ba Gosh! can write me,
+    But Jo-seph Belair, he 's no more ma frien'
+
+  Can't fin' me dere if de sky come down, sir,
+    I rader ma girl she would never dance--
+  But far away, off on de Yankee town, sir,
+    I 'll tak' dem w'ere mebbe dey have a chance.
+
+  An' reever an' cove, dough I 'll not forget dem,
+    An' voyageurs too, an' Joe Belair,
+  Can do w'at dey lak, an' me--I 'll let dem
+    Go w'ere dey want to, for I don't care.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+A Rainy Day in Camp
+
+  A rainy day in camp! how you draw the blankets closer,
+    As the big drops patter, patter on the shingles overhead,
+  How you shudder when recalling your wife's "You ought to know, sir,
+    That it 's dangerous and improper to smoke a pipe in bed."
+
+  A rainy day in camp! is it possible to find better?
+    Tho' the lake is like a caldron, and aloft the thunder rolls;
+  Yet the old canoe is safely on the shore where you can let her
+    Stay as long as Jupiter Pluvius in the clouds is punching holes.
+
+  A rainy day in camp! and the latest publication
+    That the mice have left unnibbled, tells you all about "Eclipse,"
+  How the Derby fell before him, how he beat equine creation,
+    But the story yields to slumber with the pipe between your lips.
+
+  Wake again and turn the pages, where they speak of Lester Wallack
+    And the heroes of the buskin over thirty years ago--
+  Then in case the damp surroundings cause an inconvenient colic,
+    What 's the matter with the treatment neutralizing H(sub 2)O?
+
+  A rainy day in camp! what an interesting collection,
+    In this magazine so ancient, of items small and great--
+  The History of the Negro, illustrating every section,
+    So different from the present White House Colored Fashion Plate!
+
+  A rainy day in camp! and you wonder how the C. P.
+    And the G. T. competition will affect the Golden West--
+  But these problematic matters only tend to make you sleepy,
+    And again beneath the blankets, like a babe you sink to rest.
+
+  Cometh now the giant moose heads, that no eye of man can number--
+    Every rain-drop on the roof-tree is a plunging three-pound trout--
+  Till a musk ox in a snow-drift turns and butts you out of slumber,
+    And you wake to hear Bateese say, "Dat 's too bad,
+          de fire 's gone out."
+
+  A rainy night in camp! with the blazing logs before us,
+    Let the wolf howl in the forest and the loon scream on the lake,
+  Turn them loose, the wild performers of Nature's Opera Chorus
+    And ask if Civilization can sweeter music make.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+Josette
+
+  I see Josette on de car to-day,
+    Leetle Josette Couture,
+  An' it 's easy tellin' she 's been away
+    On market of Bonsecour--
+  'Cos dere 's de blueberry on de pail
+    Wit' more t'ing lyin' about--
+  An' dere 's de basket wit' de tail
+    Of de chicken stickin' out.
+
+  Ev'ry conductor along de road
+    Help her de bes' he can,
+  An' I see dem sweat wit' de heavy load,
+    Many a beeg, strong man--
+  But it 's differen' t'ing w'en she tak' hol',
+    Leavin' dem watchin' dere--
+  For wedder de win' blow hot or cole
+    Josette never turn a hair.
+
+  Wonderful woman for seexty-five--
+    Smart leetle woman sure!
+  An' if he 's wantin' to kip alive
+    On church of de Bonsecour
+  De pries' he mus' rise 'fore de rooster crow,
+    Or mebbe he 'll be too late
+  For seein' dere on de street below,
+    Josette comin' in de gate.
+
+  An' half of de mornin' she don't spen' dere
+    Hangin' aroun' de pew--
+  Bodderin' God wid de long, long prayer--
+    For bote of dem got to do
+  Plaintee work 'fore de day's gone by,
+    An' well she know--Josette--
+  No matter how busy an' hard she try,
+    De work 's never finish yet.
+
+  An' well he know it, de habitant,
+    Who is it ketch heem, w'en
+  He 's drivin' along from St. Laurent--
+    For it 's easier bargain den--
+  'Cos if de habitant only sole
+    De whole of hees load dat way--
+  Of course he 's savin' de market toll
+    An' not'ing at all to pay.
+
+  Dey call her ole maid, but I can't tell--me--
+    De chil'ren she has got:
+  No fader, no moder, dat 's way dey be--
+    You never see such a lot--
+  An' if you ax how she fin' de clothes
+    An' food for de young wan dere--
+  She say: "Wit' de help of God, I s'pose;
+    An' de leetle shop down stair."
+
+  Comin' an' goin' mos' all de tam,
+    Helpin' dem all along,
+  Jus' lak de ole sheep watch de lamb
+    Till dey are beeg an' strong--
+  Not'ing lak dat I be seein' yet,
+    An' it 's hard to beat for sure--
+  She say: "Wit' de help of God, I s'pose;
+    An' de leetle shop down stair."
+
+[Illustration: "So dat 's de reason dey call Josette
+                 Leetle sister of de poor."]
+
+  Comin' an' goin' mos' all de tam,
+    Helpin' dem all along,
+  Jus' lak de ole sheep watch de lamb
+    Till dey are beeg an' strong--
+  Not'ing lak dat I be seein' yet,
+    An' it 's hard to beat for sure--
+  So dat 's de reason dey call Josette
+    Leetle Sister of de poor.
+
+[Illustration: Josette]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+Joe Boucher
+
+Air--"Car si mon moine."
+
+  Joe Boucher was a frien' of mine,
+    Joe Boucher was a happy man,
+  Till he tell a young girl he 'd lak to fin'
+    Some nice leetle wife for hees new cabane.
+  Now he 's los' hees life too,
+  All on account of de wife too,
+  An' I know you 'll be sorry 'bout dat poor feller,
+  I know you 'll be sorry for Joe Boucher.
+
+  De nam' dat girl she 's Azeel-daw,
+    An' purty good worker, too, dey say--
+  She don't lose chance for a brave garcon,
+    An' so she marry Joe Boucher.
+  Now he 's los' hees life too,
+  All on account of de wife too,
+  An' I know you 'll be sorry 'bout dat poor feller,
+  I know you 'll be sorry for Joe Boucher.
+
+  Den off on de wood poor Joe he lef',
+    An' w'en he 's home wit' de bird in spring,
+  An' fin' leetle feller jus' lak hese'f,
+    Mebbe Joe don't dance an' Joe don't sing!
+  Now he 's los' hees life too,
+  All on account of hees wife too,
+  An' I know you 'll be sorry 'bout dat poor feller,
+  I know you 'll be sorry for Joe Boucher.
+
+  Dat 's all very well till de fall come along,
+    An' Joe got to go on de bush encore,
+  But w'en he come back he sing no song,
+    For dere was two leetle baby more.
+  Now he 's los' hees life too,
+  All on account of de wife too,
+  An' I know you 'll be sorry 'bout dat poor feller,
+  I know you 'll be sorry for Joe Boucher.
+
+  He don't say not'ing, but he t'ink beeg lot,
+    An' won't tak' a drink for two, t'ree day,
+  But not moche money poor Joe he got,
+    So off on de reever he 's goin' away.
+  Now he 's los' hees life too,
+  All on account of de wife too,
+  An' I know you 'll be sorry 'bout dat poor feller,
+  I know you 'll be sorry for Joe Boucher.
+
+  W'en May come along dat beau garcon
+    He 's only gettin' anoder scare--
+  For he know by de smile on Azeel-daw
+    She got t'ree fine new baby dere.
+  Now he 's los' hees life too,
+  All on account of de wife too,
+  An' I know you 'll be sorry 'bout dat poor feller,
+  I know you 'll be sorry for Joe Boucher.
+
+  So he kill hese'f dead, dat beau garcon
+    He work so hard for de familee,
+  An' he say, "Too bad, but Azeel-daw,
+    I 'm sorry she marry poor man lak me."
+  Now he 's los' hees life too,
+  All on account of hees wife too,
+  An' I know you 'll be sorry 'bout dat poor feller,
+  I know you 'll be sorry for Joe Boucher.
+
+  Now I know very well dat all poor man
+    He tak' some chance w'en he get marie,
+  So he better look out all de bes' he can,
+    Or he 'll be ketch lak Joe Boucher--
+  Now he 's los' hees life too,
+  All on account of de wife too,
+  An' I know you 'll be sorry 'bout dat poor feller,
+  I know you 'll be sorry for Joe Boucher.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+Charmette
+
+  Away off back on de mountain-side,
+    Not easy t'ing fin' de spot,
+  W'ere de lake below is long an' wide,
+    A nice leetle place I got,
+  Mebbe ten foot deep by twenty-two,
+    An' if you see it, I bet
+  You 'll not be surprise w'en I tole to you
+    I chrissen dat place Charmette.
+
+  Dat 's purty beeg word, Charmette, for go
+    On poor leetle house so small,
+  Wit' only wan chimley, a winder or so,
+    An' no galerie at all--
+  But I want beeg word, so de worl' will know
+    W'at dat place it was mean to me,
+  An' dere on de book of Jean Jacques Rousseau,
+    Charmette is de nam' I see.
+
+  O ma dear Charmette! an' de stove is dere,
+    (Good stove) an' de wood-pile too.
+  An' stretch out your finger mos' anyw'ere,
+    Dere 's plaintee for comfort you--
+  You 're hongry? wall! you got pork an' bean,
+    Mak' you feel lak Edouard de King--
+  You 're torsty?  Jus' look dere behin' de screen,
+    An' mebbe you fin' somet'ing--
+
+  Ha! Ha! you got it.  Ma dear Charmette.
+    Dere 's many fine place, dat 's true,
+  If you travel aroun' de worl', but yet
+    W'ere is de place lak you?
+  Open de door, don't kip it close--
+    W'at 's air of de mornin' for?
+  Would you fassen de door on de win' dat blows
+    Over God's own boulevard?
+
+  You see dat lake?  Wall!  I alway hate
+    To brag--but she 's full of trout,
+  So full dey can't jump togeder, but wait
+    An' tak' deir chance, turn about--
+  An' if you be campin' up dere above,
+    De mountain would be so high,
+  Very offen de camp you 'd have to move,
+    Or how can de moon pass by?
+
+[Illustration: "You see dat lake?  Wall!  I alway hate
+                 To brag--but she 's full of trout."]
+
+  It 's wonderful place for sure, Charmette,
+    An' ev'ry wan say to me--
+  I got all de pleasure de man can get
+    'Cept de wife an' de familee--
+  But somebody else can marry ma wife,
+    Have de familee too also,
+  W'at more do I want, so long ma life
+    Was spare to me here below?
+
+  For we can't be happier dan we been
+    Over twenty year, no siree!
+  An' if ever de stranger come between
+    De leetle Charmette an' me,
+  Den all I can say is, kip out de way,
+    For dynamite sure I 'll get,
+  An' affer dat you can hunt all day
+    For me an' ma dear Charmette.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+Lac Souci
+
+  Talk about lakes! dere 's none dat lies in
+    Laurentide mountain or near de sea,
+  W'en de star 's gone off an' de sun is risin',
+    Can touch w'at dey call it Lac Souci,
+  Restin' dere wit' de woods behin' her,
+    Sleepin' dere t'roo de summer night--
+  But watch her affer de mornin's fin' her,
+    An' over de hill-top shine de light.
+
+  See w'ere de shadder sweep de water,
+    Pine tree an' cloud, how dey come an' go;
+  Careful now, an' you 'll see de otter
+    Slidin' into de pool below--
+  Look at de loon w'en de breeze is ketch heem
+    Shakin' hese'f as he cock de eye!
+  Takes a nice leetle win' to fetch heem,
+    So he 's gettin' a chance to fly.
+
+  Every bird dey mus' kip behin' heem
+    W'en he 's only jus' flap de wing,
+  Ah! dere he 's goin'--but never min' heem,
+    For lissen de robin begin to sing--
+  Trout 's comin' up too!--dat 's beeg rise dere,
+    Four of dem!  Golly! it 's purty hard case,
+  No rod here, an' dey 're all good size dere!
+    Don't ax me not'ing about de place.
+
+  No use nobody goin' murder
+    T'ree an' four pounder lak dat, siree!
+  Wall! if you promise it won't go furder
+    I 'll tole you nex' summer--bimeby--mebbe--
+  W'at is dat movin' among de spruce dere?
+    Sure as I 'm livin' dere 's 'noder wan too--
+  Offen enough I 'm gettin' a moose dere,
+    Non!--it 's only a couple of caribou.
+
+  Black duck so early?  See how dey all come,
+    Wan leetle family roun' de ben'--
+  Let dem enjoy it, wait till de fall come,
+    Dey won't be feelin' so happy den!
+  Smoke on de mountain?  Yass, I can smell her--
+    Who is it now, Jean Bateese Boucher?
+  Geev' me some tam, an' I 'll feex dat feller
+    Shootin' de moose on de summer day.
+
+  W'at do you t'ink of a sapree beaver
+    Hittin' hees tail on de lake dat way?
+  Ought to be home wit' hees wife--not leave her
+    Workin' away on de house all day--
+  Funny t'ing, too, how he alway fin' me
+    Sailin' along on de ole canoe,
+  Lookin' for sign--den bang! behin' me
+    An' down on de water--dat's w'at he do.
+
+  Otter feeshin' an' bob cat cryin'--
+    Up on de sky de beeg black hawk--
+  Down on de swamp w'ere a dead log 's lyin',
+    Pa'tridge doin' hees own cake-walk!
+  If you never was see dem, hear dem--
+    Tak' leetle tour on de Lac Souci,
+  An' w'enever you 're comin' near dem,
+    You 're goin' crazy de sam' as me.
+
+  Talk about lakes of every nation,
+    Talk about water of any kin',
+  Don't matter you go over all creation--
+    De Lac Souci she can beat dem blin'.
+  Happy to leev an' happy to die dere--
+    But Heaven itself won't satisfy me,
+  Till I fin' leetle hole off on de sky dere
+    W'ere I can be lookin' on Lac Souci!
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+Poirier's Rooster
+
+  "W'at's dat? de ole man gone, you say?
+    Wall! Wall! he mus' be sick,
+  For w'en he pass de oder day,
+    He walk along widout de stick,
+  Lak twenty year or so--
+  Fine healt'y man, ole Telesphore,
+  I never see heem sick before,
+  Some rheumateez, but not'ing more--
+          Please tell me how he go."
+
+  You 're right, no common t'ing for sure
+    Is kill heem lak de res';
+  No sir! de man was voyageur
+    Upon de Grande Nor' Wes'
+  Until he settle here
+  Is not de feller 's goin' die
+  Before he 's ready by an' bye,
+  So if you want de reason w'y
+          I 'll tell you, never fear.
+
+  You know how moche he lak to spik
+    An' tole us ev'ryt'ing about
+  De way de French can alway lick
+    An' pull de w'ole worl' inside out,
+  Poor Telesphore Cadotte!
+  He 's knowin' all de victory,
+  An' braves' t'ing was never be,
+  To hear heem talk, it 's easy see
+          He 's firse-class patriot.
+
+  Hees leetle shoe store ev'ry night
+    Can hardly hol' de crowd of folk
+  Dat come to lissen on de fight,
+    An' w'en you see de pile of smoke
+  An' hear ole Telesphore
+  Hammer de boot upon hees knee,
+  You t'ink of course of Chateauguay,
+  An' feel dat 's two, t'ree enemy
+          Don't bodder us no more.
+
+  But oh! dat evening w'en he sen'
+    De call aroun' for come en masse,
+  An' den he say, "Ma dear ole frien',
+    Dere 's somet'ing funny come to pass,
+  I lak you all to hear--
+  You know dat Waterloo affair?
+  H-s-s-h! don't get excite, you was n't dere--
+  All quiet?  Wall!  I 'll mak' it square,
+          So lissen on your ear.
+
+  "I 'm readin' on de book to-day
+    (Some book, dey say, was guarantee),
+  An' half a dollar too I pay,
+    But cheap, because it 's tellin' me
+  De t'ing I 'm glad to know--
+  Of course de w'ole worl' understan'
+  Napoleon fight de bes' he can,
+  But he 's not French at all, dat man,
+          But leetle small Da-go.
+
+  "Anoder t'ing was mak' it show
+    Dere 's not'ing new below de sun,
+  Is w'en I 'm findin' as I go--
+    Dat feller dey call Welling-ton,
+  He 's English?  No siree!
+  But only maudit Irlandais!
+  (Dat 's right! dey 're alway in de way,
+  Dem Irish folk), an' so I say
+          I 'm satisfy for me.
+
+  "It 's not our fault, dat 's all explain--
+    Dere 's no use talk of Waterloo,
+  Not our affair--" an' off again
+    He hammer, hammer on de shoe,
+  An' don't say not'ing more,
+  But w'issle "Madame Isabeau,"
+  Good news lak dat is cheer heem so--
+  Den tak' a drink before we go,
+          De poor ole Telesphore!
+
+  An' now he 's gone!  Wall!  I dunno,
+    Can't say--he 's better off meb-be,
+  Don't work so hard on w'ere he go--
+    Dat 's wan t'ing sure I 'm t'inkin'--me--
+  Unless he los' hees track.
+  But w'en dat boy come runnin' in
+  De leetle shop, an' start begin
+  On Poirier's rooster, how he win--
+          I lak to break hees back.
+
+  Poor Telesphore was tellin' how
+    Joe Monferrand can't go to sleep,
+  Until he 's kickin' up de row,
+    Den pile dem nearly ten foot deep,
+  Dem English sojer man--
+  Can't blame de crowd dey all hooraw,
+  For bes' man on de Ottawaw,
+  An' geev' t'ree cheer for Canadaw,
+          De very bes' dey can.
+
+  An' Telesphore again he start
+    For tell de story leetle more,
+  Anoder wan before we part,
+    W'en bang! a small boy t'roo de door
+  On w'at you call "full pelt,"
+  Is yellin' till it reach de skies,
+  "Poirier's rooster got de prize,
+  Poirier's rooster got de prize,
+          An' win de Champion belt!"
+
+  An' sure enough, he beat dem all,
+    Joe Poirier's leetle red game bird,
+  On beeges' show dey have dis fall,--
+    De Yankee rooster only t'ird
+  An' Irish number two--
+  We hear a jump, an' Telesphore--
+  I never see de lak before--
+  He flap hees wing upon de floor
+          An' cock a doodle doo!
+
+  Dat 's finish heem, he 's gone at las',
+    An' never come aroun' again--
+  We 'll miss heem w'en we 're goin' pas',
+    An' see no light upon de pane--
+  But pleasure we have got,
+  We 'll kip it on de memory yet,
+  An' dough of course we 'll offen fret,
+  Dere 's wan t'ing sure, we 'll not forget
+          Poor Telesphore Cadotte!
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+Dominique
+
+  You dunno ma leetle boy Dominique?
+    Never see heem runnin' roun' about de place?
+  'Cos I want to get advice how to kip heem lookin' nice,
+    So he won't be alway dirty on de face--
+  Now dat leetle boy of mine, Dominique,
+    If you wash heem an' you sen' heem off to school,
+  But instead of goin' dere, he was playin' fox an' hare--
+    Can you tell me how to stop de leetle fool?
+
+  "I 'd tak' dat leetle feller Dominique,
+    An' I 'd put heem on de cellar ev'ry day,
+  An' for workin' out a cure, bread an' water 's very sure,
+    You can bet he mak' de promise not to play!"
+
+  Dat 's very well to say, but ma leetle Dominique
+    W'en de jacket we put on heem 's only new,
+  An' he 's goin' travel roun' on de medder up an' down,
+    Wit' de strawberry on hees pocket runnin' t'roo,
+  An' w'en he climb de fence, see de hole upon hees pant,
+    No wonder hees poor moder 's feelin' mad!
+  So if you ketch heem den, w'at you want to do, ma frien'?
+    Tell me quickly an' before he get too bad.
+
+  "I 'd lick your leetle boy Dominique,
+    I 'd lick heem till he 's cryin' purty hard,
+  An' for fear he 's gettin' spile, I 'd geev' heem castor ile,
+    An' I would n't let heem play outside de yard."
+
+  If you see ma leetle boy Dominique
+    Hangin' on to poor ole "Billy" by de tail,
+  W'en dat horse is feelin' gay, lak I see heem yesterday,
+    I s'pose you t'ink he 's safer on de jail?
+  W'en I 'm lightin' up de pipe on de evenin' affer work,
+    An' de powder dat young rascal's puttin' in,
+  It was makin' such a pouf, nearly blow me t'roo de roof--
+    W'at 's de way you got of showin' 't was a sin?
+
+  "Wall! I put heem on de jail right away,
+    You may bet de wan is got de beeges' wall!
+  A honder foot or so, w'ere dey never let heem go,
+    Non! I would n't kip a boy lak dat at all."
+
+  Dat 's good advice for sure, very good,
+    On de cellar, bread an' water--it 'll do,
+  De nice sweet castor ile geev' heem ev'ry leetle w'ile,
+    An' de jail to finish up wit' w'en he 's t'roo!
+  Ah! ma frien', you never see Dominique,
+    W'en he 's lyin' dere asleep upon de bed,
+  If you do, you say to me, "W'at an angel he mus' be,
+    An' dere can't be not'ing bad upon hees head."
+
+  Many t'ank for your advice, an' it may be good for some,
+    But de reason you was geev' it is n't very hard to seek--
+  Yass! it 's easy seein' now w'en de talk is over, how
+    You dunno ma leetle boy Dominique?
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+Home
+
+  "Oh! Mother the bells are ringing as never they rang before,
+  And banners aloft are flying, and open is every door,
+  While down in the streets are thousands of men I have never seen--
+  But friendly are all the faces--oh! Mother, what can it mean?"
+
+  "My little one," said the mother, "for many long, weary years--
+  Thro' days that the sunshine mocked at, and nights
+          that were wet with tears,
+  I have waited and watched in silence, too proud to speak, and now
+  The pulse of my heart is leaping, for the children have kept the vow.
+
+  "And there they are coming, coming, the brothers you never knew,
+  But, sightless, my ears would know them, so steady and firm and true
+  Is the tramp of men whose fathers trod where the wind blows free,
+  Over the heights of Queenston, and willows of Chateaugay.
+
+  "For whether it be a thousand, or whether a single man--
+  In the calm of peace, or battle, since ever the race began,
+  No human eye has seen it--'t is an undiscovered clime,
+  Where the feet of my children's fathers have not stepped
+          and beaten time.
+
+  "The enemy at my threshold had boasted and jeered and cried--
+  'The pledge of your offsprings' birthright your children
+          have swept aside--
+  They cumber the land of strangers, they dwell in the alien's tent
+  Till "home" is a word forgotten, and "love" but a bow unbent.
+
+  "'Planners and builders of cities (were ever such men as these?),
+  Counsellors, guides, and moulders of the strangers' destinies--
+  Conquerors, yet are they conquered, and this is the word and sign,
+  You boast of their wise seed-sowing, but the harvest they reap is mine.'
+
+  "Ah! little the stranger knew me--this mocking but friendly foe,
+  The youngest mother of nations! how could the stranger know
+  The faith of the old grey mother,--her sorrows and hopes and fears?
+  Let her speak when her sons are tested, like mine,
+          for a thousand years!
+
+  "Afar in the dim savanna when the dawn of the spring is near,
+  What is it wakes the wild goose, calling him loud and clear?
+  What is it brings him homeward, battered and tempest-torn?
+  Are they weaker than birds of passage, the children whom I have borne?
+
+  "Nay! the streets of the city tremble with the tread
+          that shakes the world,
+  When the sons of the blood foregather, and
+          the mother flag flies unfurled--
+  Brothers are welcoming brothers, and the voices that pierce the blue
+  Answer the enemy's taunting--and the children of York are true!
+
+  "Wanderers may be, traitors never! By the scroll
+          of their fathers' lives!
+  The faith of the land that bore them, and the honour of their wives!
+  We may lose them, our own strong children, blossom and root and stem--
+  But the cradle will be remembered, and home is aye home to them!"
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+Canadian Forever
+
+  When our fathers crossed the ocean
+    In the glorious days gone by,
+  They breathed their deep emotion
+    In many a tear and sigh--
+  Tho' a brighter lay before them
+  Than the old, old land that bore them
+  And all the wide world knows now
+    That land was Canada.
+
+  So line up and try us,
+  Whoever would deny us
+  The freedom of our birthright
+    And they 'll find us like a wall--
+  For we are Canadian--Canadian forever,
+    Canadian forever--Canadian over all.
+
+  Our fathers came to win us
+    This land beyond recall--
+  And the same blood flows within us
+    Of Briton, Celt, and Gaul--
+  Keep alive each glowing ember
+  Of our sireland, but remember
+  Our country is Canadian
+    Whatever may befall.
+
+  So line up and try us,
+  Whoever would deny us
+  The freedom of our birthright
+    And they 'll find us like a wall--
+  For we are Canadian, Canadian forever,
+    Canadian forever---Canadian over all.
+
+  Who can blame them, who can blame us
+    If we tell ourselves with pride
+  How a thousand years to tame us
+    The foe has often tried--
+  And should e'er the Empire need us,
+  She'll require no chains to lead us,
+  For we are Empire's children--
+    But Canadian over all.
+
+  Then line up and try us,
+  Whoever would deny us
+  The freedom of our birthright
+    And they 'll find us like a wall--
+  For we are Canadian, Canadian forever,
+    Canadian forever--Canadian over all!
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+Twins
+
+  I congratulate ye, Francis,
+    And more power to yer wife--
+  An' from Montreal to Kansas,
+    I could safely bet my life
+  Ye wor proud enough, I hould ye--
+    Runnin' with the safety pins
+  Whin ould Mrs. Dolan tould ye,
+    "Milia murther! she has twins!"
+
+  Ye might kill me without warnin'--
+    Lay me out there on the shelf--
+  For a sight of ye that mornin',
+    Throwin' bookays at yerself!
+  Faix! ye thought ye had a cinch there,
+    An' begob! so well ye might,
+  For not even with the Frinch there,
+    Twins like thim come every night!
+
+  Francis, aisy now an' listen
+    To yer mother's brother James--
+  Whin the twins ye go to christen,
+    Don't ye give thim fancy names--
+  Irene--Edith--Gladys--Mavis--
+    Cecil Rhodes an' Percival--
+  If it 's names like that, Lord save us!
+    Don't live close to the canal!
+
+  Michael Whalen of St. Lambert
+    Had a boy some years ago--
+  Called him Clarence Montizambert--
+    Where he got it I dunno--
+  Monty used to have a brother
+    (_He_ was Marmaduke Fitzjames),
+  Killed himself some way or other
+    Thryin' to pronounce his names!
+
+  Bet was three times in a minute,
+    An' he thrained hard for the same,
+  But the lad was never in it--
+    Tho' they tell me he died game!
+  Well, sir!--Monty grew the height of
+    Fin McCool or Brian Boru--
+  Truth I 'm tellin', but in spite of
+    Ev'rything poor Mike could do--
+
+  Divil a dacint situation
+    Monty got, but dhrive a hack,
+  At the Bonaventure station--
+    'T was the name that kept him back--
+  Till his friend, John Reilly, tould him,
+    "Change the haythen name for Pat--"
+  Pathrick Joseph--now behould him
+    Walkin' dillygate! think o' that!
+  So be careful, Master Francis,
+    An' ye 'll bless yer uncle James--
+  Don't be takin' any chances
+    With thim God-forsaken names!
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+Keep Out of the Weeds
+
+  No smarter man you can never know
+  W'en I was a boy, dan Pierre Nadeau,
+  An' quiet he 's too, very seldom talk,
+  But got an eye lak de mountain hawk,
+  See all aroun' heem mos' ev'ryw'ere,
+  An' not many folk is foolin' Pierre.
+
+  Offen I use to be t'inkin'--me--
+  How on de worl' it was come to be
+  He know so moche, w'en he never go
+  On college or school, ole Pierre Nadeau,
+  Feesh on de reever de summer t'roo,
+  An' trap on de winter--dat 's all he do.
+
+  "Hi! boy--Hi! put your book away,
+  An' come wit' your uncle Pierre to-day,
+  Ketch hol' of de line an' hang on tight,
+  An' see if your moder won't cook to-night
+  Some nice fresh feesh for de familee,"
+  Many a tam he was say to me--
+
+  An' den I 'm quiet, too scare to spik,
+  Wile Pierre he paddle me down de crick,
+  Easy an' nice he mak' her go
+  Close to de shore w'ere de bulrush grow,
+  W'ere de pike an' de beeg feesh lak to feed,
+  Deir nose stickin' out w'ere you see de weed--
+
+  "Lissen, ma boy," say Pierre Nadeau,
+  "To some of de t'ing you ought to know:
+  Kip a lookout on de hook an' line,
+  In case dey 're gettin' too far behin';
+  For it 's purty hard job know w'at to do,
+  If de reever weed 's ketchin' hol' of you.
+
+  "But if you want feesh, you mus' kip leetle close,
+  For dat 's w'ere de beeg feller come de mos',
+  Not on de middle w'ere water 's bare,
+  But near to de rushes over dere,
+  'Cos dat was de spot dey alway feed--
+  All de sam' you got to look out for weed.
+
+  "Ho! Ho! a strike! let heem have it now--
+  Gosh! ain't he a'kickin' heem up de row,
+  Pullin' so hard, never min', ma son,
+  W'en he go lak dat he was nearly done,
+  But he 's all right now, so don't be afraid,
+  Jus' hit heem again wit' de paddle blade.
+
+  "Yass! over an' over, it 's good advice,
+  An' me, I know, for I pay de price
+  On w'at you call compoun' interes' too,
+  For larnin' de lesson I geev' to you,
+  Close as you lak, but, ma boy, tak' heed
+  You don't run into de beeg long weed.
+
+  "An' by an' by w'en you 're growin' up,
+  An' mebbe drink of de black, black cup
+  Of trouble an' bodder an' dunno w'at,
+  You 'll say to you'se'f, 'Wall!  I forgot
+  De lesson ole Pierre he know I need,'
+  W'en he say to me, 'Boy, look out for weed'--
+
+  "For de worl 's de sam' as de reever dere,
+  Plaintee of weed lyin' ev'ryw'ere,
+  But work aroun' or your life is gone,
+  An' tak' some chance or you won't get on,
+  For if you don't feesh w'ere de weed is grow,
+  You 'll only ketch small leetle wan or so--
+
+  "Dere 's no use sayin', 'I 'll wait an' see
+  If some of dem feesh don't come to me,
+  I 'll stay outside, for it 's pleasan' here,
+  W'ere de water 's lookin' so nice an' clear,'
+  Dat 's way you 'll never get w'at you need--
+  Keep feeshin' away, but look out for weed."
+
+        *      *      *      *
+
+  Dat was de lesson ole Pierre Nadeau
+  Tell to me offen, so long ago--
+  Poor ole Pierre! an' I 'm tryin' too,
+  Tak' hees advice, for I know it 's true,
+  But far as it goes we 're all de same breed,
+  An' it 's not so easy kip out de weed.
+
+[Illustration: Honey bee]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+The Holy Island
+
+  Dey call it de Holy Islan'
+    W'ere de lighthouse stan' alone,
+  Lookin' across w'ere de breaker toss,
+    Over de beeg grey stone;
+  Dey call it de Holy Islan,'
+    For wance, on de day gone by,
+  A holy man from a far-off lan'
+    Is leevin' dere, till he die.
+
+  Down from de ole, ole people,
+    Scatter upon de shore,
+  De story come of Fader Jerome,
+    De pries' of Salvador
+  Makin' hees leetle house dere,
+    Wit' only hees own two han',
+  Workin' along, an' singin' de song
+    Nobody understan'.
+
+  "All for de ship an' sailor
+    Out on de stormy sea,
+  I mak' ma home," say Fader Jerome,
+    "W'ere de rock an' de beeg wave be
+  De good God up on de Heaven
+    Is answer me on de prayer,
+  An' bring me here, so I 'll never fear,
+    But foller heem ev'ryw'ere!"
+
+  Lonely it was, dat islan',
+    Seven league from de coas',
+  An' only de cry, so loud an' high,
+    Of de poor drown sailors' ghos'
+  You hear, wit' de screamin' sea gull;
+    But de man of God he go
+  An' anchor dere, an' say hees prayer
+    For ev'rywan here below.
+
+  Night on de ocean 's fallin',
+    Deep is de fog, an' black,
+  As on dey come, to deir islan' home,
+    De sea-bird hurryin' back;
+  W'at is it mak' dem double
+    An' stop for a minute dere,
+  As if in fear of a soun' dey hear,
+    Meetin' dem on de air?
+
+  Sweeter dey never lissen,
+    Magic it seem to be,
+  Hangin' aroun', dat wonderful soun',
+    Callin' across de sea;
+  Music of bell 's widin it,
+    An' foller it on dey go
+  High on de air, till de islan' dere
+    Of Salvador lie below.
+
+  Dat 's w'ere de bell 's a-ringin'
+    Over de ocean track,
+  Troo fog an' rain an' hurricane,
+    An' w'enever de night is black;
+  Kipin' de vow he 's makin',
+    Dat 's w'at he 's workin' for,
+  Ringin de bell, an' he do it well,
+    De Fader of Salvador!
+
+  An' de years go by, an' quickly,
+    An' many a sailor's wife
+  She 's prayin' long, an' she 's prayin' strong
+    Dat God he will spare de life
+  Of de good, de holy Fader,
+    Off w'ere de breakers roar,
+  Only de sea for hees companie,
+    Alone on Salvador.
+
+        *      *      *      *
+
+  Summer upon de islan',
+    Quiet de sea an' air,
+  But no bell ring, an' de small bird sing,
+    For summer is ev'ryw'ere;
+  A ship comin' in, an' on it
+    De wickedes' capitaine
+  Was never sail on de storm, or gale,
+    From here to de worl's en'!
+
+  "Geev' me dat bell a-ringin'
+    For not'ing at all, mon pere;
+  Can't sleep at night, w'en de moon is bright,
+    For noise she was makin' dere.
+  I'm sure she was never chrissen,
+    An' we want no heretic bell;
+  W'ere is de book?  For you mus' look
+    An' see if I chrissen it well!"
+
+  Leevin' heem broken-hearted,
+    For Fader Jerome is done,
+  He sail away wit' de bell dat day,
+    Capitaine Malcouronne;
+  An' down w'ere dead man 's lyin',
+    Down on de ocean deep,
+  He sink it dere, w'ile he curse an' swear,
+    An' tole it to go to sleep.
+
+  An' t'ree more year is passin',
+    An' now it 's a winter night:
+  Poor Salvador, so bles' before,
+    Is sittin' among de fight
+  Of breaker, an' sea-bird yellin',
+    An' noise of a tousan' gun,
+  W'en troo de fog, lak a dreefin' log,
+    Come Capitaine Malcouronne!
+
+  Gropin' along de sea dere,
+    Wonderin' w'ere he be,
+  Prayin' out loud, before all de crowd
+    Of sailor man on hees knee;
+  Callin' upon de devil,
+    "Help! or I 'm gone!" he shout;
+  "Dat bell it go to you down below,
+    So now you can ring me out
+
+  "To de open sea, an' affer
+    I promise you w'at I do,
+  Yass, ev'ry day I 'll alway pray
+    To you, an' to only you--
+  Kip me in here no longer,
+    Or de shore I won't see again!"
+  T'ink of de prayer he 's makin' dere,
+    Dat wicked ole capitaine!
+
+  An' bell it commence a-ringin',
+    Quiet at firse, an' den
+  Lak tonder crash, de ship go smash,
+    An' w'ere is de capitaine?
+  An' de bell kip ringin', ringin',
+    Drownin' de breakers' roar,
+  An' dere she lie, w'ile de sea-birds cry,
+    On de rock of Salvador.
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+The Riviere des Prairies
+
+  I see de many reever on de State an' ev'ryw'ere,
+    From Maine to California, New York to Michigan,
+  An' wan way an' de oder, I tell you I don't care;
+    I travel far upon dem as moche as any man--
+  But all de t'ousan' reever I was never pass along,
+    For w'at dey call de beauty, from de mountain to de sea,
+  Dere 's wan dat I be t'inkin,' de wan w'ere I belong,
+    Can beat dem all, an' easy, too, de Riviere des Prairies!
+
+  Jus' tak' de Hudson Reever, an' de Mississippi too,
+    Missouri, an' de res' of dem, an' oders I can't t'ink,
+  Dey 're all beeg, dirty places, wit' de steamboat gruntin' troo,
+    An' de water runnin' in dem is black as any ink,
+  An' de noises of dem reever never stoppin' night or day,
+    An' de row along de shore, too, enough to mak' you scare;
+  Not a feesh is wort' de eatin', 'less you 're starvin by de way,
+    An' you 're feeling purty t'orsty if you drink de water dere!
+
+  So ketch de han' I geev' you w'ile I 'm on de humor now,
+    An' I bet you won't be sorry w'en you go along wit' me,
+  For I show you all aroun' dere, until you 're knowin' how
+    I come so moche to brag--me--on de Riviere des Prairies.
+  It 's a cole October mornin', an' de maple leaf is change
+    Ev'ry color you can t'ink of, from de purple to de green;
+  On de shore de crowd of blackbird, an' de crow begin' arrange
+    For de journey dey be takin' w'en de nort' win's blowin' keen.
+
+  Quick! down among de bushes!--don't you hear de wil' goose cry
+    An' de honk de great beeg gander he was makin' up above?
+  On de lake dey call Two Mountain is de place dey 're goin' fly,
+    But only spen' de night-tam, for dey 're alway on de move;
+  Jus' see de shadder dancin' up an' down, up an' down,
+    You t'ink dem geese was passin' in an' out between de tree
+  W'en de branch is bendin' over on de water all aroun'
+    Now you see de place I 'm talkin', dat 's de Riviere des Prairies!
+
+  Missouri! Mississippi! better wait till you go back--
+    No tam for talk about dem w'en dis reever you can see,
+  But watch de cloud a-sailin' lak a racer on de track,
+    An' lissen to de music of de Riviere des Prairies--
+  An' up along de shore dere, don't you envy Bord a Plouffe?
+    Oh! dat's de place is lucky, have de reever come so near--
+  I 'm knowin' all de people, ev'ry chimley, ev'ry roof,
+    For Bord a Plouffe she never change on over feefty year!
+
+  St. Martin's bell is ringin', can't you hear it easy now?
+    Dey 're marryin' or buryin' some good ole frien' of me,
+  I wonder who it can be, don't matter anyhow,
+    So long as we 're a-lookin' on de Riviere des Prairies.
+  Only notice how de sun shine w'en he's comin' out to peep,
+    I 'm sure he 's leetle brighter dan anyw'ere you see,
+  An' w'en de fall is over, an' de reever 's gone to sleep,
+    De w'ites' snow is fallin' on de Riviere des Prairies!
+
+  I love you, dear ole reever, more dan ev'ry Yankee wan;
+    An' if I get de money, you will see me on de train,
+  Wit' couple o' t'ousan' dollar, den hooraw! it 's goodbye, John!
+    You can kill me if you ketch me leavin' Bord a Plouffe again.
+  But sometam it 'll happen dat a feller 's gettin' stop
+    Because he's comin' busy wit' de wife an' familee--
+  No matter, if de good God he won't forget to drop,
+    Ev'ry day an' night, hees blessin' on de Riviere des Prairies!
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+The Wind that Lifts the Fog
+
+  Over de sea de schooner boat
+  _Star of de Sout'_ is all afloat,
+  Many a fine brave feesherman
+  Sailin' away for Newfunlan';
+  Ev'ry feller from St. Malo,
+  Dem is de boy can mak' her go!
+  Tearin' along t'roo storm or gale,
+  Never sparin' an inch of sail--
+
+  Down below w'en de night is come,
+  Out wit' de bottle an' t'ink of home,
+  Push it aroun' till bottle 's drain,
+  An' drink no more till we 're home again,
+  "Here 's to de win' dat lif' de fog,
+    No matter how she 's blowin',
+  Nort' or sout', eas' or wes',
+  Dat is de win' we love de bes',
+  Ev'ry sailor an' young sea dog,
+  Here 's to de win' dat lif' de fog
+    An' set de ship a-goin'."
+
+  Flyin' over de wave she go,
+  _Star of de Sout'_ from St. Malo,
+  Never a tack, before she ran
+  Out on de bank of Newfunlan'--
+  Drop de anchor, an' let her down,
+  Plaintee of comrade all aroun',
+  Feeshin' away till night is fall,
+  Singin' away wit' ev'ry haul,
+  "Here 's to de win' dat lif' de fog,
+  No matter how she 's blowin',
+  Nort' or sout', eas' or wes',
+  Dat is de win' we love de bes',
+  Ev'ry sailor an' young sea dog,
+  Here 's to de win' dat lif' de fog
+  An' set de ship a-goin'."
+
+        *      *      *      *
+
+  _Star of de Sout'_--did you see de light
+  Steamin' along dat foggy night?
+  Poor leetle bird! anoder star
+  Shinin' above so high an' far
+  Dazzle you den, an' blin' de eye,
+  Wile down below on de sea you lie
+  Anchor dere--wit' your broken wing
+  How could you fly w'en de sailor sing
+  "Here 's to de win' dat lif' de fog
+  No matter how she 's blowin',
+  Nort' or sout', eas' or wes',
+  Dat is de win' we love de bes',
+  Ev'ry sailor an' young sea dog,
+  Here 's to de win' dat lif' de fog
+  An' set de ship a-goin'"?
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Border]
+
+The Fox Hunt
+
+  I'm all bus' up, for a mont' or two,
+    On account of de wife I got,
+  Wit' de fuss an' troublesome t'ing she do,
+    She 's makin' me sick a lot;
+  An' I 'm sorry dat woman was go to school
+    For larnin' de way to read,
+  Her fader an' moder is great beeg fool
+    For geevin' her more she need!
+
+  'Cos now it 's a paper ev'ry week,
+    Dollar a year, no less--
+  Plaintee o' talkin' about musique,
+    An' tell you de way to dress;
+  Of course dat 's makin' her try to sing
+    An' dress, till it 's easy see
+  She 's goin' crazy about de t'ing
+    Dey 're callin'--Societee.
+
+  Las' week, no sooner I come along
+    From market of Bonsecour,
+  Dan I 'm seein' right off, dere 's somet'ing wrong,
+    For she 's stannin' outside de door
+  Smilin' so sweetly upon de face,
+    Lookin' so nice an' gay--
+  Anywan t'ink it 's purty sure case
+    She marry me yesterday.
+
+  Can't wait a minute till supper's t'roo
+    Before she commence to go--
+  "Oh! Johnnie, dere 's somet'ing I mus' tole you--
+    Somet'ing you lak to know--
+  To-morrow we 're goin' for drive aroun'
+    An' it won't be de heavy load,
+  Jus' me an' you, for to see dem houn'
+    T'row off on de Bord a Plouffe road."
+
+  "Denise, if dat was de grande affaire
+    On w'at you call a la mode--
+  Lookin' dem fox dog stannin' dere
+    T'row off on de Bord a Plouffe road,
+  You can count me out!"  An' she start to cry--
+    "You know very well," she say,
+  "I don't mean dat--may I never die
+    But you 're a beeg fool to-day!
+
+  "Johnnie, to-morrow you 'll come wit' me
+    Watchin' dem run de race,
+  Ketchin' de fox--if you don't, you see
+    We 're bote on de beeg disgrace.
+  Dey 're all comin' out from de reever side,
+    An' over from Beaurepaire,
+  Seein' de folk from de city ride,
+    An' ev'rywan 's sure be dere."
+
+  All right--an' to-morrow dere's two new shoe,
+    So de leetle horse mak' de show,
+  Out wit' de buggy: de new wan too,
+    Only get her ten year ago--
+  An' dere on de road, you should see de gang
+    Of folk from aroun' de place,
+  Billy Dufresne, an' ole Champagne,
+    Comin' to see de race,
+
+  Wit' plaintee of stranger I never see,
+    An' some of dem from Pointe Claire,
+  All of dem bringin' de familee,
+    W'enever dere 's room to spare.
+  Wonderful sight--I 'm sure you say--
+    To see how Societee
+  (W'atever dat mean?) she got de way
+    Of foolin' de w'ole contree.
+
+  Den I 'm heetchin' de horse on de fence, for fear
+    Somebody run away,
+  So man wit' de bugle he 's comin' near,
+    An' dis is de t'ing he say--
+  "You see any fox to-day, ma frien',
+    Runnin' aroun' at all,
+  You know any place he got hees den?
+    For we lak it to mak' de call."
+
+  An' me--I tell heem, "You mus' be wrong,
+    An' surely don't want to kill
+  De leetle red fox, about two foot long,
+    Dat 's leevin' below de hill;
+  Jompin' de horse till he break hees knee,
+    Wile spotty dog mak' de row,
+  For a five-dollar fox? You can't fool me--
+    I know w'at you 're wantin' now!
+
+  "You hear de story of ole Belair,
+    He 's seein' de silver fox
+  W'enever he 's feeshin' de reever dere,
+    Sneakin' along de rocks."
+  But ma wife get madder I never see,
+    An' say, "Wall! you _mus'_ be green--
+  Shut up right away," she 's tellin' me,
+    "It 's de leetle red fox he mean!"
+
+  So me--I say not'ing, but watch de fun---
+    An' spotty dog smell aroun'
+  Till dey start to yell, an' quick as a gun
+    Ev'rywan 's yellin', "Foun'!"
+  An' de way dey 're goin' across de fiel',
+    De lady in front, before,
+  Dunno, but I 'm willin' to bet good deal
+    Somebody mus' be sore!
+
+  Over de fence dey 're jompin' now,
+    Too busy for see de gate
+  Stannin' wide open, an' den dey plough
+    Along at a terrible rate;
+  All for de small red fox, dey say,
+    Only de leetle fox,
+  You 're buyin' for five dollar any day,
+    An' put heem on two-foot box.
+
+  I 'm foolish enough, but not lak dat--
+    Never lak dat at all,
+  Sam' as you see a crazy cat
+    Tryin' to climb de wall;
+  So I say to ma wife, I 'm satisfy
+    On ev'ryt'ing I was see,
+  But happy an' glad, until I die,
+    I 'm not on Societee!
+
+  Losin' a day on de fall 's no joke,
+    Dat 's w'at I 'm tellin' you,
+  Jus' for de pleasure of see dem folk
+    Dress up on de howdy do;
+  So I 'm sorry you go to school,
+    Larnin' de readin' dere--
+  Could do it mese'f, an' play de fool,
+    If money I got to spare.
+
+  But potatoes a dollar a bag,
+    An' easy to sell de load,
+  Watchin' de houn' to see heem wag
+    Hees tail, on de Bord a Plouffe road
+  Foolin' away w'en de market 's good
+    For seein' Societee
+  Chasin' de leetle fox t'roo de wood
+    Wit' crazy folk!--no siree!
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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