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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: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE VOYAGEUR AND OTHER POEMS *** + + + + +Produced by Al Haines + + + + + +</pre> + + +<A NAME="img-front"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-front.jpg" ALT=""So I fill de glass an' I raise it high<BR>An' drink to de Voyageur."" BORDER="2" WIDTH="374" HEIGHT="596"> +<H3 CLASS="h3center" STYLE="width: 374px"> +"So I fill de glass an' I raise it high<BR> +An' drink to de Voyageur." +</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 . . . . . . . . . . <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—</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—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'—</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—</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—</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—</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—</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<A NAME="img-002"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-002.jpg" ALT=""Far, far away from hees own vill-age<BR>An' soun' of de parish bell."" BORDER="2" WIDTH="345" HEIGHT="454"> +<H3 CLASS="h3center" STYLE="width: 345px"> +"Far, far away from hees own vill-age<BR> +An' soun' of de parish bell." +</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—</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—</SPAN><BR> +De leetle papoose dey laugh an' shout<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'en de soun' of hees voice dey hear—</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—</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'—</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—</SPAN><BR> +I 'm proud of de sam' blood in my vein<BR> +I 'm a son of de Nort' Win' wance again—<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—</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=""So de devil ketch heem of course at las'."" BORDER="2" WIDTH="381" HEIGHT="562"> +<H3 CLASS="h3center" STYLE="width: 381px"> +"So de devil ketch heem of course at las'." +</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—<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—<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—<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'—</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—</SPAN><BR> +De Yankee t'ink he was somet'ing great,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' beeg as de king or queen—</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—</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—</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—</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,—<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—</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—<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'—<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—I challenge dem ev'ryw'ere<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">All over de worl'—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—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—</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—</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—<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +"Now lissen to me, all you young man<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Is wantin' ma girl Rosine—</SPAN><BR> +I offer a chance an' you 'll understan'<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">It 's bes' you was never seen—</SPAN><BR> +Tree minute start I 'll geev'—no more—<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—dat 's all."<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +All right—an' very nex' week he start,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De smartes' boy of de lot—</SPAN><BR> +An' he 's lovin' Rosine wit' all hees heart,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De young Adelard Marcotte—</SPAN><BR> +Don't say very moche about w'ere he go,<BR> +But I t'ink mese'f it was Buffalo—<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—</SPAN><BR> +Work over tam—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—-<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—</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'—</SPAN><BR> +Dere 's no use pullin' out all your hair<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Or drinkin' de w'isky glass—</SPAN><BR> +Spit on your han' or hitch de pants—<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—<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—</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—</SPAN><BR> +'Cos it 's all ma fault you was lick to-day,<BR> +Don't care w'at anywan else can say—<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—</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—</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—</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—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—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—'maudit! w'at 's dat?'<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' he see de devil dere—</SPAN><BR> +Brimstone, ev'ryt'ing bad dat smell,<BR> +You know right away he 's come from—well,<BR> +De place I never was care to tell—<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—me—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—<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—</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—it 's beeg contrac',<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">So mebbe it 's bes' go slow;</SPAN><BR> +For me—de promise I mak' to you<BR> +Is good as de bank Rivière du Loup<BR> +For you—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—</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—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—<BR> +Jus' wait an' mebbe I feex de fire—<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—</SPAN><BR> +Den say, "Try leetle w'isky blanc,<BR> +Dey 're makin' it back on St. Laurent—<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—<BR> +For winter, summer, fall an' spring—<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—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Hooraw, pour Canadaw!"</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +"Merci—non, non—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—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—<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—</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—<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'—<BR> +But smoke away till hees face is black—<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—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">So weech of de two 'll win</SPAN><BR> +Can't say for dat—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—'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—<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—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—<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'—it don't matter any way—<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—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For dey can't get fat on air—</SPAN><BR> +Cucumber, milk, an' onion, some leetle cake also<BR> +De ole gran'moder 's makin' on de farm few days ago—<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—<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—<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—<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—</SPAN><BR> +But now dem gang of feller dat 's come across de sea—<BR> +He 's gettin' leetle smarter, an' he got de familee—<BR> +So Uncle Sam mus' purty soon look out.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +I wonder he don't know it—<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—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Non—he 'll work hese'f cra-zee,</SPAN><BR> +Den travel roun' de worl', an' use de money too—<BR> +De King hese'f can't spen' lak de Yankee man is do—<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—<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—<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—<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—<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=""De moon an' de star above is gone,<BR>Yet somet'ing tell me I mus' go on."" BORDER="2" WIDTH="376" HEIGHT="550"> +<H3 CLASS="h3center" STYLE="width: 376px"> +"De moon an' de star above is gone,<BR> +Yet somet'ing tell me I mus' go on." +</H3> +</CENTER> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +An' off in front of me as I go,<BR> +Light as a dreef of de fallin' snow—<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—<BR> +Dead wit' de young blood in hees vein—<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—<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +An' now no more for de road I care,<BR> +An' slippery log lyin' ev'ryw'ere—<BR> +De swamp on de valley, de mountain too<BR> +But climb it jus' as I use to do—<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—<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—<BR> +Den off beyon', on de bush I see<BR> +De w'ite dress fadin' among de tree—<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—</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—</SPAN><BR> +But dat is ma beez-nesse, an' no matter how I feel—-<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—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—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—</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—</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—</SPAN><BR> +I 'm sure I see heem wink—should n't wonder if he t'ink,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">"Very easy see dere 's somet'ing goin' wrong—</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—</SPAN><BR> +On de shoulder, ev'ryw'ere—ba tonder! I don't care,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I 'le spen' a couple o' dollar, mebbe t'ree—</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—</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'—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">But I 'll do dat trick to-morrow, not to-night—</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'—dough o' course dey 're only fool—</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—</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=""So we fin' some fence dat 's handy for mese'f an' Rosalie."" BORDER="2" WIDTH="378" HEIGHT="544"> +<H3 CLASS="h3center" STYLE="width: 378px"> +"So we fin' some fence dat 's handy for mese'f an' Rosalie." +</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—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—me—you mus' pay beeg price, Jo-seph.</SPAN><BR> +You can carry me off to-morrow, so I 'm never comin' back—me—<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—</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—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Here we buil' de firse log shaintee, only me an' Rosalie—</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—</SPAN><BR> +Don't min' de hardes' winter, an' fat enough in spring too—<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'—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Yass, of course I know she 's changin' since de day she marry me—</SPAN><BR> +An' she 'll never sit no more dere on de fence lak leetle kitten—<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—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' might be only yesterday, I 'member it so well—</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—</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—</SPAN><BR> +Of course dere 's many tam too, dey got to be godmoder—<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—</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—</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—</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—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Some will settle on de roadside, some will stay upon de shore—</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—</SPAN><BR> +May have plaintee money too, an' de healt' be good an' soun'—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">But you 'll fin' dere 's alway somet'ing goin' wrong—</SPAN><BR> +'Course dere may be many reason w'y some feller ought to fret—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">But me, I 'm alway singin' de only song I know—</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—"so diff'ren' from de res',"<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">But ev'rybody got hees fault, as far as I can see—</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—</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—</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—</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—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' I don't tak' hees advice—me—for put heem on de bank—</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—</SPAN><BR> +Wall! de bank she might bus' up dere—somet'ing might go wrong—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dem feller, w'en dey get it, mebbe skip before de night—</SPAN><BR> +Can't tell—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—</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—</SPAN><BR> +All de sam', it sometam happen dat your wife will pass away—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">No use cryin', you can't help it—dere 's your duty to you'se'f—</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'—</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—</SPAN><BR> +De money I be makin' den, wall! dat was mon affaire—<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'—me—wit' de wife an' familee—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">On de church door Sunday morning, you can see us all parade—</SPAN><BR> +Len' a frien' a half a dollar, an' never go on spree—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">So w'en I 'm comin' die—me—no use to be afraid—</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—</SPAN><BR> +Too moche Nort' Pole—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—</SPAN><BR> +An' look at de lot of man we got,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">No better beneat' de sun—</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—"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—</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'—</SPAN><BR> +An' dey say deir prayer, for God knows w'ere<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De anchor will come to res'—</SPAN><BR> +Adieu to de shore dey may see no more—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Good-bye to de song an' dance—</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—</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'—</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—</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—</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—</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—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I come on de shore w'ere de grass is green—</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—</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—<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—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">So long you don't bring me near Kebeck—</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—<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'—</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—</SPAN><BR> +But he don't geev' in for he 's boun' to win'—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De young Champlain—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—</SPAN><BR> +Smellin' de air lak a bloodhoun', dere—<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'—</SPAN><BR> +Den down on de knee, sayin', "Dieu merci!"<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">He cross hese'f dere, an' I understan'—</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—<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—</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—</SPAN><BR> +Got plaintee to do, so all I want<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Is jus' to be quiet—me—</SPAN><BR> +No bodder, no fuss, only work aroun'<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">On job I don't lak refuse—</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—</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—</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—"Look at me!</SPAN><BR> +If any wan touch dat flag, bâ cripe!<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">He 's dead about wan—two—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—</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—</SPAN><BR> +Workin' so hard lak you never see,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For dere 's plaintee o' job to do—</SPAN><BR> +Den half o' de night packin' up de stuff<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">We got on de small cabane—</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—<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—<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—</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—</SPAN><BR> +Got plaintee o' work for me an' you—<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—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">It 's troublesome t'ing, of course,</SPAN><BR> +But no gettin' off—mus' strike wit' de res',<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">No matter—it might be worse—</SPAN><BR> +We 're savin' along—never lose a day,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' ready w'en bugle blow—"</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—</SPAN><BR> +Nobody stop to fin' out de place,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Too busy for dat to-day—</SPAN><BR> +But we never forget de law in de case<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">W'en feller he spik dis way—</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—</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,—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—</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +'Cos nobody strike on de way we do—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For home an' deir own contree—</SPAN><BR> +Wit' fedder bed, stove, de cradle too,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' ev'ryt'ing else we see—</SPAN><BR> +Pilin' de wagon up ten foot high<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Goin' along de road—</SPAN><BR> +An' de Yankee say as we 're passin' by<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dey never see such a load—</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +So dat 's how we 're comin' to Yamachiche—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' dat 's w'y we 're stayin' here—</SPAN><BR> +Jus' to be quiet an' hunt an' feesh,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Not'ing at all to fear—</SPAN><BR> +An' if ever you lissen de Yankee folk<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Brag an' kick up de fuss—</SPAN><BR> +An' say we 're lak cattle upon de yoke,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' away dey can trot from us—</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<A NAME="img-060a"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-060a.jpg" ALT=""Jus' tell dem de news of Gédéon Plouffe--<BR>How he jump wit' de familee."" BORDER="2" WIDTH="385" HEIGHT="616"> +<H3 CLASS="h3center" STYLE="width: 385px"> +"Jus' tell dem de news of Gédéon Plouffe—<BR> +How he jump wit' de familee." +</H3> +</CENTER> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Jus' tell dem de news of Gédéon Plouffe—<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—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—<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—</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—<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—</SPAN><BR> +"Could n't be better, ma chère Marie,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dat sash it is fit so well—</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—</SPAN><BR> +Don't matter de cole an' frosty night—<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—</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—"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—</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—</SPAN><BR> +De sash is de sam', an' woman too,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Can't fool me, I know too well—</SPAN><BR> +But woman, of course dey offen do<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Some funny t'ing—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—<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—<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—<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—<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—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"—<BR> +He 's tyin' heem on de buggy, an' off on de road he go—<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'—<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—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—</SPAN><BR> +An' w'ite feesh too, dere 's quite a few<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Not satisfy do widout—</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—</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—no row at all,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De sam' as you have wit' bass—</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—</SPAN><BR> +But leetle bull-pout, don't have to look out,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For dem feller got no heart—</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—<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—</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—</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—</SPAN><BR> +Foolin' away wit' de rod an' line<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Mebbe de affernoon—</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—</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—</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 "The Rossignol"" BORDER="2" WIDTH="365" HEIGHT="615"> +<H3 CLASS="h3center" STYLE="width: 365px"> +Lyrics and melody of "The Rossignol" +</H3> +</CENTER> + +<BR> + +<A NAME="img-074b"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-074b.jpg" ALT="Lyrics and melody of "The Rossignol"--Concluded" BORDER="2" WIDTH="370" HEIGHT="609"> +<H3 CLASS="h3center" STYLE="width: 500px"> +Lyrics and melody of "The Rossignol"—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—"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—</SPAN><BR> +Over de mountain, over de mountain,<BR> +Hear dem call,<BR> +Hear dem call—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—</SPAN><BR> +Over de mountain, over de mountain,<BR> +Hear dem call,<BR> +Hear dem call—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—</SPAN><BR> +Over de mountain, over de mountain,<BR> +Hear dem call,<BR> +Hear dem call—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—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—poor leetle rossignol!<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Here dey are comin' near heem<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Singin' deir way along—</SPAN><BR> +How can dey know to fear heem<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Poor leetle bird so young—</SPAN><BR> +Over de mountain, over de mountain,<BR> +Hear dem call,<BR> +Hear dem call—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—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—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—</SPAN><BR> +Over de mountain, over de mountain,<BR> +Hear heem call,<BR> +Hear heem call—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—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—</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—</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=""Don't bodder no wan on de school<BR>Unless dey bodder heem."" BORDER="2" WIDTH="392" HEIGHT="503"> +<H3 CLASS="h3center" STYLE="width: 392px"> +"Don't bodder no wan on de school<BR> +Unless dey bodder heem." +</H3> +</CENTER> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +An' den de teacher say, "Jo-seph,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I know you 're workin' hard—</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—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—</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—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—</SPAN><BR> +He feed de small bird on de snow,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De caribou on de wood—</SPAN><BR> +But you deserve some credit too—<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—</SPAN><BR> +An' den de Curé come again<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Wit' tear-drop on hees eye—</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—</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—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—-</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Dat 's de fine cove if dey only know it—<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—</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +W'at is de reason, I lak to know—me—<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—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For many a fine girl Pierre has got—</SPAN><BR> +Right on de jomp too—never lazy,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">But Sophie 's de fines' wan of de lot.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Me—I was only a comon feller,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' love—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—</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—not a boy at all—</SPAN><BR> +Never a girl tak' affer de moder,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">But all lak de fader, beeg an' small—</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—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—how it come dunno—me—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">But dey 're all lak de familee Baribeau—</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Growin' up purty de sam' de moder—<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—</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,—me?<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Can't be blowin' dem to de moon—</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—</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=""To-night I can hear hees darn ole fiddle,<BR>Playin' away on Joe Belair."" BORDER="2" WIDTH="527" HEIGHT="424"> +<H3 CLASS="h3center" STYLE="width: 527px"> +"To-night I can hear hees darn ole fiddle,<BR> +Playin' away on Joe Belair." +</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—bâ oui—</SPAN><BR> +Helpin' de ole folk mak' dem frisky,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Very pleasan' for dem, but not for me—</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—</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!—I don't go dere if dey all invite me,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Or de worl' itse'f—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—</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—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—</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—</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—</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—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Every rain-drop on the roof-tree is a plunging three-pound trout—</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—</SPAN><BR> +'Cos dere 's de blueberry on de pail<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Wit' more t'ing lyin' about—</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—</SPAN><BR> +But it 's differen' t'ing w'en she tak' hol',<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Leavin' dem watchin' dere—</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—<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—</SPAN><BR> +Bodderin' God wid de long, long prayer—<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—Josette—</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—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For it 's easier bargain den—</SPAN><BR> +'Cos if de habitant only sole<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De whole of hees load dat way—</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—me—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De chil'ren she has got:</SPAN><BR> +No fader, no moder, dat 's way dey be—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">You never see such a lot—</SPAN><BR> +An' if you ax how she fin' de clothes<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' food for de young wan dere—</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—</SPAN><BR> +Not'ing lak dat I be seein' yet,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' it 's hard to beat for sure—</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=""So dat 's de reason dey call Josette<BR>Leetle sister of de poor."" BORDER="2" WIDTH="381" HEIGHT="588"> +<H3 CLASS="h3center" STYLE="width: 381px"> +"So dat 's de reason dey call Josette<BR> +Leetle sister of de poor." +</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—</SPAN><BR> +Not'ing lak dat I be seein' yet,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' it 's hard to beat for sure—</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—"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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</SPAN><BR> +You 're hongry? wall! you got pork an' bean,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Mak' you feel lak Edouard de King—</SPAN><BR> +You 're torsty? Jus' look dere behin' de screen,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' mebbe you fin' somet'ing—</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—<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—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—</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—</SPAN><BR> +I got all de pleasure de man can get<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">'Cept de wife an' de familee—</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—</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—</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'—but never min' heem,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For lissen de robin begin to sing—</SPAN><BR> +Trout 's comin' up too!—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—bimeby—mebbe—</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—</SPAN><BR> +Offen enough I 'm gettin' a moose dere,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Non!—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'—</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—<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—not leave her<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Workin' away on de house all day—</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—den bang! behin' me<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An' down on de water—dat's w'at he do.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Otter feeshin' an' bob cat cryin'—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Up on de sky de beeg black hawk—</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—<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—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De Lac Souci she can beat dem blin'.</SPAN><BR> +Happy to leev an' happy to die dere—<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—<BR> +Fine healt'y man, ole Telesphore,<BR> +I never see heem sick before,<BR> +Some rheumateez, but not'ing more—<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—<BR> +You know dat Waterloo affair?<BR> +H-s-s-h! don't get excite, you was n't dere—<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—<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—<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—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dere 's no use talk of Waterloo,</SPAN><BR> +Not our affair—" 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—<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—he 's better off meb-be,</SPAN><BR> +Don't work so hard on w'ere he go—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dat 's wan t'ing sure I 'm t'inkin'—me—</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—<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—<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,—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">De Yankee rooster only t'ird</SPAN><BR> +An' Irish number two—<BR> +We hear a jump, an' Telesphore—<BR> +I never see de lak before—<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—</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—</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—</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—<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—<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—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—</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—<BR> +But friendly are all the faces—oh! Mother, what can it mean?"<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +"My little one," said the mother, "for many long, weary years—<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—<BR> +In the calm of peace, or battle, since ever the race began,<BR> +No human eye has seen it—'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—<BR> +'The pledge of your offsprings' birthright your children<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">have swept aside—</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—<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—this mocking but friendly foe,<BR> +The youngest mother of nations! how could the stranger know<BR> +The faith of the old grey mother,—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—</SPAN><BR> +Brothers are welcoming brothers, and the voices that pierce the blue<BR> +Answer the enemy's taunting—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—<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—</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—</SPAN><BR> +For we are Canadian—Canadian forever,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Canadian forever—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—</SPAN><BR> +And the same blood flows within us<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of Briton, Celt, and Gaul—</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—</SPAN><BR> +For we are Canadian, Canadian forever,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Canadian forever—-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—</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—<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—</SPAN><BR> +For we are Canadian, Canadian forever,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Canadian forever—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—</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—<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'—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Lay me out there on the shelf—</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—</SPAN><BR> +Whin the twins ye go to christen,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Don't ye give thim fancy names—</SPAN><BR> +Irene—Edith—Gladys—Mavis—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Cecil Rhodes an' Percival—</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—</SPAN><BR> +Called him Clarence Montizambert—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Where he got it I dunno—</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—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Tho' they tell me he died game!</SPAN><BR> +Well, sir!—Monty grew the height of<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Fin McCool or Brian Boru—</SPAN><BR> +Truth I 'm tellin', but in spite of<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Ev'rything poor Mike could do—</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—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">'T was the name that kept him back—</SPAN><BR> +Till his friend, John Reilly, tould him,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">"Change the haythen name for Pat—"</SPAN><BR> +Pathrick Joseph—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—</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'—me—<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—dat 's all he do.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +"Hi! boy—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—<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—<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—<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—<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'—<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—<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—<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—<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—</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—</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—me—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!—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—<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—</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—</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—</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—<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'—<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>—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—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—</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'—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—</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—</SPAN><BR> +"Oh! Johnnie, dere 's somet'ing I mus' tole you—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Somet'ing you lak to know—</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—</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—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">"You know very well," she say,</SPAN><BR> +"I don't mean dat—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—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—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—</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—I 'm sure you say—<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—</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—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—<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—</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—I say not'ing, but watch de fun—-<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—<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—</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!—no siree!</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR><BR> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Voyageur and Other Poems, by +William Henry Drummond + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE VOYAGEUR AND OTHER POEMS *** + +***** This file should be named 20609-h.htm or 20609-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/2/0/6/0/20609/ + +Produced by Al Haines + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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