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diff --git a/20609.txt b/20609.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..65237bb --- /dev/null +++ b/20609.txt @@ -0,0 +1,3823 @@ +Project Gutenberg's The Voyageur and Other Poems, by William Henry Drummond + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Voyageur and Other Poems + +Author: William Henry Drummond + +Illustrator: Frederick Simpson Coburn + +Release Date: February 16, 2007 [EBook #20609] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE VOYAGEUR AND OTHER POEMS *** + + + + +Produced by Al Haines + + + + + + + + + + +[Frontispiece: "So I fill de glass an' I raise it high + An' drink to de Voyageur."] + + + + + + +THE VOYAGEUR + +AND OTHER POEMS + + + +By William Henry Drummond, M.D. + + + +Author of "The Habitant," "Johnnie Courteau," etc. + + + +WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY + +Frederick Simpson Coburn + + + + +SIXTEENTH THOUSAND + + + + + +New York and London + +G. P. Putnam's Sons + +The Knickerbocker Press + + + + +COPYRIGHT, 1905 + +BY + +WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND + + +Fourteenth Printing + + + + +TO + +WILLIAM HENRY PARKER + +LAC LA PECHE + + + Philosopher of many parts, + Beloved of all true honest hearts, + A man who laughs at every ill, + Because "there's corn in Egypt still." + + + + +[Illustration: Border] + +CONTENTS + + THE VOYAGEUR + BRUNO THE HUNTER + PRIDE + DIEUDONNE (GOD-GIVEN) + THE DEVIL + THE FAMILY LARAMIE + YANKEE FAMILIES + THE LAST PORTAGE + GETTING ON + PIONEERS + NATURAL PHILOSOPHY + CHAMPLAIN + PRO PATRIA + GETTING STOUT + DOCTOR HILAIRE + BARBOTTE (BULL-POUT) + THE ROSSIGNOL + MEB-BE + SNUBBING (TYING-UP) THE RAFT + A RAINY DAY IN CAMP + JOSETTE + JOE BOUCHER + CHARMETTE + LAC SOUCI + POIRIER'S ROOSTER + DOMINIQUE + HOME + CANADIAN FOREVER + TWINS + KEEP OUT OF THE WEEDS + THE HOLY ISLAND + THE RIVIERE DES PRAIRIES + THE WIND THAT LIFTS THE FOG + THE FOX HUNT + + + + +[Illustration: Border] + +ILLUSTRATIONS + + +THE VOYAGEUR . . . . . . . . . . _Frontispiece_ + + "_So I fill de glass an' I raise it high + An' drink to de Voyageur._" + + +THE VOYAGEUR + + "_Far, far away from hees own vill-age + An' soun' of de parish bell._" + + +BRUNO THE HUNTER + + "_So de devil ketch heem, of course, at las'._" + + +THE LAST PORTAGE + + "_De moon an' de star above is gone, + Yet somet'ing tell me I mus' go on._" + + +PIONEERS + + "_So we fin' some fence dot's handy for + mese'f an' Rosalie._" + + +PRO PATRIA + + "_Jus' tell dem de news of Gedeon Plouffe-- + How he jump wit' de familee._" + + +MEB-BE + + "_Don't bodder no wan on de school + Unless dey bodder heem._" + + +SNUBBING (TYING-UP) THE RAFT + + "_To-night I can hear hees darn ole fiddle, + Playin' away on Joe Belair._" + + +JOSETTE + + "_So dat's de reason dey call Josette + Leetle sister of de poor._" + + +CHARMETTE + + "_You see dat lake? Wall! I alway hate + To brag--but she's full of trout._" + + + + +[Illustration: Border] + +The Voyageur and Other Poems + +The Voyageur + + Dere's somet'ing stirrin' ma blood tonight, + On de night of de young new year, + Wile de camp is warm an' de fire is bright, + An' de bottle is close at han'-- + Out on de reever de nort' win' blow, + Down on de valley is pile de snow, + But w'at do we care so long we know + We 're safe on de log cabane? + + Drink to de healt' of your wife an' girl, + Anoder wan for your frien', + Den geev' me a chance, for on all de worl' + I 've not many frien' to spare-- + I 'm born, w'ere de mountain scrape de sky, + An' bone of ma fader an' moder lie, + So I fill de glass an' I raise it high + An' drink to de Voyageur. + + For dis is de night of de jour de l'an,[1] + W'en de man of de Grand Nor' Wes' + T'ink of hees home on de St. Laurent, + An' frien' he may never see-- + Gone he is now, an' de beeg canoe + No more you 'll see wit' de red-shirt crew, + But long as he leev' he was alway true, + So we 'll drink to hees memory. + + Ax' heem de nort' win' w'at he see + Of de Voyageur long ago, + An' he 'll say to you w'at he say to me, + So lissen hees story well-- + "I see de track of hees botte sau-vage[2] + On many a hill an' long portage + Far far away from hees own vill-age + An' soun' of de parish bell-- + +[Illustration: "Far, far away from hees own vill-age + An' soun' of de parish bell."] + + "I never can play on de Hudson Bay + Or mountain dat lie between + But I meet heem singin' hees lonely way + De happies' man I know-- + I cool hees face as he 's sleepin' dere + Under de star of de Red Riviere, + An' off on de home of de great w'ite bear, + I 'm seein' hees dog traineau.[3] + + "De woman an' chil'ren 's runnin' out + On de wigwam of de Cree-- + De leetle papoose dey laugh an' shout + W'en de soun' of hees voice dey hear-- + De oldes' warrior of de Sioux + Kill hese'f dancin' de w'ole night t'roo, + An de Blackfoot girl remember too + De ole tam Voyageur. + + "De blaze of hees camp on de snow I see, + An' I lissen hees 'En Roulant' + On de lan' w'ere de reindeer travel free, + Ringin' out strong an' clear-- + Offen de grey wolf sit before + De light is come from hees open door, + An' caribou foller along de shore + De song of de Voyageur. + + "If he only kip goin', de red ceinture,[4] + I 'd see it upon de Pole + Some mornin' I 'm startin' upon de tour + For blowin' de worl' aroun'-- + But w'erever he sail an' w'erever he ride, + De trail is long an' de trail is wide, + An' city an' town on ev'ry side + Can tell of hees campin' groun'." + + So dat 's 'de reason I drink to-night + To de man of de Grand Nor' Wes', + For hees heart was young, an' hees heart was light + So long as he 's leevin' dere-- + I 'm proud of de sam' blood in my vein + I 'm a son of de Nort' Win' wance again-- + So we 'll fill her up till de bottle 's drain + An' drink to de Voyageur. + + + +[1] New Year's day. + +[2] Indian boot. + +[3] Dog-sleigh. + +[4] Canadian sash. + + + +[Illustration: Flower] + + + + +[Illustration: Moose] + +BRUNO THE HUNTER + + You never hear tell, Marie, ma femme, + Of Bruno de hunter man, + Wit' hees wild dogs chasin' de moose an' deer, + Every day on de long, long year, + Off on de hillside far an' near, + An' down on de beeg savane? + + Not'ing can leev' on de woods, Marie, + W'en Bruno is on de track, + An' young caribou, an' leetle red doe + Wit' baby to come on de spring, dey know + De pity dey get w'en hees bugle blow + An' de black dogs answer back. + + No bird on de branch can finish hees song, + De squirrel no longer play-- + De leaf on de maple don't need to wait + Till fros' of October is at de gate + 'Fore de blood drops come: an' de fox sleeps late + W'en Bruno is pass dat way. + + So de devil ketch heem of course at las' + Dat 's w'at de ole folk say, + An' spik to heem, "Bruno, w'at for you kill + De moose an' caribou of de hill + An' fill de woods wit' deir blood until + You could run a mill night an' day?" + +[Illustration: "So de devil ketch heem of course at las'."] + + "Mebbe you lak to be moose youse'f, + An' see how de hunter go, + So I 'll change your dogs into loup garou,[1] + An' wance on de year dey 'll be chasin' you-- + An' res' of de tam w'en de sport is troo, + You 'll pass wit' me down below." + + An' dis is de night of de year, Marie, + Bruno de hunter wake: + Soon as de great beeg tonder cloud + Up on de mountain 's roarin' loud-- + He 'll come from hees grave w'ere de pine tree crowd + De shore of de leetle lake. + + You see de lightning zig, zig, Marie, + Spittin' lak' loup cervier,[2] + Ketch on de trap? Oh! it won't be long + Till mebbe you lissen anoder song, + For de sky is dark an' de win' is strong, + An' de chase is n't far away. + + W'y shiver so moche, Marie, ma femme, + For de log is burnin' bright? + Ah! dere she's goin', "Hulloo! Hulloo!" + An' oh! how de tonder is roarin' too! + But it can't drown de cry of de loup garou + On Bruno de hunter's night. + + Over de mountain an' t'roo de swamp, + Don't matter how far or near, + Every place hees moccasin know + Bruno de hunter he 's got to go + 'Fore de grave on de leetle lake below + Close up for anoder year. + + But dey say de ole feller watch all night, + So you need n't be scare, Marie, + For he 'll never stir from de rocky cave + W'ere door only open beneat' de wave, + Till Bruno come back to hees lonely grave-- + An' de devil he turn de key. + + Dat 's way for punish de hunter man + W'en murder is on hees min'-- + So he better stop w'ile de work is new, + Or mebbe de devil will ketch heem too, + An' chase heem aroun' wit' de loup garou + Gallopin' close behin'. + + +[1] Were wolf. + +[2] Lynx. + + + + +[Illustration: Border] + +PRIDE + + Ma fader he spik to me long ago, + "Alphonse, it is better go leetle slow, + Don't put on de style if you can't afford, + But satisfy be wit' your bed an' board. + De bear wit' hees head too high alway, + Know not'ing at all till de trap go smash. + An' mooshrat dat 's swimmin' so proud to-day + Very often to-morrow is on de hash." [1] + + Edouard de Seven of Angleterre, + An' few oder place beside, + He 's got de horse an' de carriage dere + W'enever he want to ride. + Wit' sojer in front to clear de way, + Sojer behin' all dress so gay, + Ev'rywan makin' de grand salaam, + An' plaintee o' ban' playin' all de tam + + Edouard de Seven of Angleterre, + All he has got to do, + W'en he 's crossin' de sea, don't matter w'ere, + Is call for de ship an' crew. + Den hois' de anchor from down below, + Vive le Roi! an' away she go, + An' flag overhead, w'en dey see dat sight + W'ere is de nation don't be polite? + + An' dere 's de boss of United State, + An' w'at dey call Philippine-- + De Yankee t'ink he was somet'ing great, + An' beeg as de king or queen-- + So dey geev' heem a house near touch de sky, + An' paint it so w'ite it was blin' de eye + An' long as he 's dere beginnin' to en', + Don't cos' heem not'ing for treat hees frien'. + + So dere 's two feller, Edouard de King + An' Teddy Roos-vel' also, + No wonder dey 're proud, for dey got few t'ing + Was helpin' dem mak' de show-- + But oh! ma Gosh! w'en you talk of pride + An' w'at dey call style, an' puttin' on side, + W'ere is de man can go before + De pig-sticker champion of Ste. Flore? + + Use to be nice man too, dey say, + Jeremie Bonami, + Talk wit' hees frien' in a frien'ly way + Sam' as you'se'f an' me-- + Of course it 's purty beeg job he got, + An' no wan expec' heem talk a lot, + But still would n't hurt very moche, I 'm sure, + If wance in a w'ile he 'd say, "Bonjour." + + Yi! Yi! to see heem come down de hill + Some mornin' upon de fall, + W'en de pig is fat an' ready to kill, + He don't know hees frien' at all-- + Look at hees face an' it seem to say, + "Important duty I got to-day, + Killin' de pig on de contree side,-- + Is n't dat some reason for leetle pride?" + + Lissen de small boy how dey shout + W'en Jeremie 's marchin' t'roo + De market place wit' hees cane feex out + Wit' ribbon red, w'ite an' blue-- + An' den he jomp on de butcher's block, + An' affer de crowd is stop deir talk, + An' leetle boy holler no more "Hooray," + Dis is de word Jeremie he say-- + + "I 'm de only man on de w'ole Ste. Flore + Can kill heem de pig jus' right, + Please t'ink of dat, an' furdermore + Don't matter it 's day or night, + Can do it less tam, five dollar I bet, + Dan any pig-sticker you can get + From de w'ole of de worl', to w'ere I leev'-- + Will somebody help to roll up ma sleeve? + + "Some feller challenge jus' here an' dere, + An' more on deir own contree, + But me--I challenge dem ev'ryw'ere + All over de worl'--sapree! + To geev' dem a chance, for dere might be some + Beeg feller, for all I know, + But if dey 're ready, wall! let dem come, + An' me--I 'm geevin' dem plaintee show." + + Challenge lak dat twenty year or more + He 's makin' it ev'ry fall, + But never a pig-sticker come Ste. Flore + 'Cos Jeremie scare dem all-- + No wonder it 's makin' heem feel so proud, + Even Emperor Germanie + Can't put on de style or talk more loud + Dan Jeremie Bonami. + + But Jeremie's day can't las' alway, + An' so he commence to go + W'en he jomp on de block again an' say + To de crowd stan'nin' dere below, + "Lissen, ma frien', to de word I spik, + For I 'm tire of de challenge until I 'm sick, + Can't say, but mebbe I 'll talk no more + For glory an' honor of ole Ste. Flore. + + "I got some trouble aroun' ma place + Wit' ma nice leetle girl Rosine, + An' I see w'en I 'm lookin' on all de face, + You 're knowin' jus' w'at I mean-- + Very easy to talk, but w'en dey come + For seein' her twenty young man ba Gum! + I tole you ma frien', it was purty tough, + 'Sides wan chance in twenty is not enough-- + + "Now lissen to me, all you young man + Is wantin' ma girl Rosine-- + I offer a chance an' you 'll understan' + It 's bes' you was never seen-- + Tree minute start I 'll geev'--no more-- + An' if any young feller upon Ste. Flore + Can beat me stickin' de pig nex' fall, + Let heem marry ma girl Rosine--dat 's all." + + All right--an' very nex' week he start, + De smartes' boy of de lot-- + An' he 's lovin' Rosine wit' all hees heart, + De young Adelard Marcotte-- + Don't say very moche about w'ere he go, + But I t'ink mese'f it was Buffalo-- + An' plaintee more place on de State dat's beeg + W'ere he don't do not'ing but stick de pig. + + So of course he 's pickin' de fancy trick + An' ev'ryt'ing else dey got-- + Work over tam--but he got homesick + De young Adelard Marcotte + Jus' about tam w'en de fall come along--- + So den he wissle hees leetle song + An' buy tiquette for de ole Ste. Flore, + An' back on de village he come some more. + + Ho! Ho! ma Jeremie Bonami, + Get ready you'se'f to-day, + For you got beeg job you was never see + Will tak' all your breat' away-- + "Come on! come on!" dey be shoutin' loud, + De Bishop hese'f could n't draw de crowd + Of folk on de parish for mile aroun', + Till dey could n't fin' place upon de groun'. + + Hi! Hi! Jeremie, you may sweat an' swear, + Your tam is arrive at las'-- + Dere 's no use pullin' out all your hair + Or drinkin' de w'isky glass-- + Spit on your han' or hitch de pants-- + You 'll never have anyt'ing lak a chance, + Hooraw! Hooraw! let her go wance more, + An' Adelard 's champion of all Ste. Flore! + + "Away on de pump!" de crowd is yell, + "No use for heem goin' die." + Dey nearly drown Jeremie on de well + But he 's comin' roun' bimeby + Rosine dat 's laughin' away all day + Is startin' to cry, an' den she say-- + "O fader dear, won't you geev' me kiss + For I never s'pose it would come to dis? + + "Don't blame de boy over dere, 't was me + Dat sen' away Adelard-- + He 's sorry for beat you, I 'm sure, ba oui, + An' dat 's w'at I 'm cryin' for-- + 'Cos it 's all ma fault you was lick to-day, + Don't care w'at anywan else can say-- + But remember too, an' you 'll not forget + De championship 's still on de familee yet." + An' de ole man smile. + + +[1] Old proverb of Ste. Flore. + + + + +[Illustration: Border] + +Dieudonne + +(GOD-GIVEN) + + If I sole ma ole blind trotter for fifty dollar cash + Or win de beeges' prize on lotterie, + If some good frien' die an' lef' me fines' house on St. Eustache, + You t'ink I feel more happy dan I be? + + No, sir! An' I can tole you, if you never know before, + W'y de kettle on de stove mak' such a fuss, + Wy de robin stop hees singin' an' come peekin' t'roo de door + For learn about de nice t'ing 's come to us-- + + An' w'en he see de baby lyin' dere upon de bed + Lak leetle Son of Mary on de ole tam long ago-- + Wit' de sunshine an' de shadder makin' ring aroun' hees head, + No wonder M'sieu Robin wissle low. + + An' we can't help feelin' glad too, so we call heem Dieudonne; + An' he never cry, dat baby, w'en he 's chrissen by de pries' + All de sam' I bet you dollar he 'll waken up some day, + An' be as bad as leetle boy Bateese. + + + + +[Illustration: Border] + +THE DEVIL + + Along de road from Bord a Plouffe + To Kaz-a-baz-u-a + W'ere poplar trees lak sojers stan', + An' all de lan' is pleasan' lan', + In off de road dere leev's a man + Call Louis Desjardins. + + An' Louis, w'en he firse begin + To work hees leetle place, + He work so hard de neighbors say, + "Unless he tak's de easy way + Dat feller 's sure to die some day, + We see it on hees face." + + 'T was lak a swamp, de farm he got, + De water ev'ryw'ere-- + Might drain her off as tight as a drum. + An' back dat water is boun' to come + In less 'n a day or two--ba Gum! + 'T would mak' de angel swear. + + So Louis t'ink of de bimeby, + If he leev' so long as dat, + W'en he 's ole an' blin' an' mebbe deaf, + All alone on de house hese'f, + No frien', no money, no not'ing lef', + An' poor--can't kip a cat. + + So wan of de night on winter tam, + W'en Louis is on hees bed, + He say out loud lak a crazy man, + "I 'm sick of tryin' to clear dis lan', + Work any harder I can't stan', + Or it will kill me dead. + + "Now if de devil would show hese'f + An' say to me, 'Tiens! Louis! + Hard tam an' work she 's at an' en', + You 'll leev' lak a Grand Seigneur ma frien', + If only you 'll be ready w'en + I want you to come wit' me.' + + "I 'd say, 'Yass, yass--'maudit! w'at 's dat?' + An' he see de devil dere-- + Brimstone, ev'ryt'ing bad dat smell, + You know right away he 's come from--well, + De place I never was care to tell-- + An' wearin' hees long black hair, + + Lak election man, de kin' I mean + You see aroun' church door, + Spreadin' hese'f on great beeg speech + 'Bout poor man 's goin' some day be reech, + But dat 's w'ere it alway come de heetch, + For poor man 's alway poor. + + De only diff'rence--me--I see + 'Tween devil an' long-hair man + It 's hard to say, but I know it 's true, + W'en devil promise a t'ing to do + Dere 's no mistak', he kip it too-- + I hope you understan'. + + So de devil spik, "You 're not content, + An' want to be reech, Louis-- + All right, you 'll have plaintee, never fear, + No wan can beat you far an' near, + An' I 'll leave you alone for t'orty year, + An' den you will come wit' me. + + "Be careful now--it 's beeg contrac', + So mebbe it 's bes' go slow; + For me--de promise I mak' to you + Is good as de bank Riviere du Loup + For you--w'enever de tam is due, + Ba tonder! you got to go." + + Louis try hard to tak' hees tam + But w'en he see de fall + Comin' along in a week or so, + All aroun' heem de rain an' snow + An' pork on de bar'l runnin' low, + He don't feel good at all. + + An' w'en he t'ink of de swampy farm + An' gettin' up winter night, + Watchin' de stove if de win' get higher + For fear de chimley go on fire, + It's makin' poor Louis feel so tire + He tell de devil, "All right." + + "Correct," dat feller say right away, + "I 'll only say, Au revoir," + An' out of de winder he 's goin' pouf! + Beeg nose, long hair, short tail, an' hoof, + Off on de road to Bord a Plouffe + Crossin' de reever dere. + + W'en Louis get up nex' day, ma frien', + Dere 's lot of devil sign-- + Bar'l o' pork an' keg o' rye, + Bag o' potato ten foot high, + Pile o' wood nearly touch de sky, + Was some o' de t'ing he fin'. + + Suit o' clothes would have cos' a lot + An' ev'ryt'ing I dunno, + Trotter horse w'en he want to ride + Eatin' away on de barn outside, + Stan' all day if he 's never tied, + An' watch an' chain also. + + An' swamp dat's bodder heem many tam, + W'ere is dat swamp to-day? + Don't care if you 're huntin' up an' down + You won't fin' not'ing but medder groun', + An' affer de summer come aroun' + W'ere can you see such hay? + + Wall! de year go by, an' Louis leev' + Widout no work to do, + Rise w'en he lak on winter day, + Fin' all de snow is clear away, + No fuss, no not'ing, dere 's de sleigh + An' trotter waitin' too. + + W'en t'orty year is nearly t'roo + An' devil 's not come back + 'Course Louis say, 'Wall! he forget + Or t'ink de tam 's not finish yet; + I 'll tak' ma chance an' never fret," + But dat 's w'ere he mak' mistak'. + + For on a dark an' stormy night + W'en Louis is sittin' dere, + After he fassen up de door + De devil come as he come before, + Lookin' de sam' only leetle more, + For takin' heem--you know w'ere. + + "Asseyez vous, sit down, ma frien', + Bad night be on de road; + You come long way an' should be tire-- + Jus' wait an' mebbe I feex de fire-- + Tak' off your clothes for mak' dem drier, + Dey mus' be heavy load." + + Dat 's how poor Louis Desjardins + Talk to de devil, sir-- + Den say, "Try leetle w'isky blanc, + Dey 're makin' it back on St. Laurent-- + It 's good for night dat 's cole an' raw," + But devil never stir, + + Until he smell de smell dat come + W'en Louis mak' it hot + Wit' sugar, spice, an' ev'ryt'ing. + Enough to mak' a man's head sing-- + For winter, summer, fall an' spring-- + It 's very bes' t'ing we got. + + An' so de devil can't refuse + To try de w'isky blanc, + An' say, "I 'm tryin' many drink, + An' dis is de fines' I don't t'ink, + De firse, ba tonder! mak' me wink-- + Hooraw, pour Canadaw!" + + "Merci--non, non--I tak' no more," + De devil say at las', + "For tam is up wit' you, Louis, + So come along, ma frien', wit' me, + So many star I 'm sure I see, + De storm she mus' be pas'." + + "No hurry--wait a minute, please," + Say Louis Desjardins, + "We 'll have a smoke before we 're t'roo, + 'T will never hurt mese'f or you + To try a pipe, or mebbe two, + Of tabac Canayen." [1] + + "Wan pipe is all I want for me-- + We 'll finish our smoke downstair," + De devil say, an' it was enough, + For w'en he tak' de very firse puff + He holler out, "Maudit! w'at stuff! + Fresh air! fresh air!! fresh air!!!" + + An' oh! he was never sick before + Till he smoke tabac Bruneau-- + Can't walk or fly, but he want fresh air, + So Louis put heem on rockin' chair + An' t'row heem off on de road out dere-- + An' tole heem go below. + + An' he shut de door an' fill de place + Wit' tabac Canayen, + An' never come out, an' dat 's a fac'-- + But smoke away till hees face is black-- + So dat 's w'y de devil don't come back + For Louis Desjardins. + + An' dere he 's yet, an' dere he 'll stay-- + So weech of de two 'll win + Can't say for dat--it 's kin' of a doubt, + For Louis, de pipe never leave hees mout', + An' night or day can't ketch heem out, + An' devil 's too scare go in. + + +[1] Canadian tobacco. + + + + +[Illustration: Border] + +The Family Laramie + + Hssh! look at ba-bee on de leetle blue chair, + W'at you t'ink he 's tryin' to do? + Wit' pole on de han' lak de lumberman, + A-shovin' along canoe. + Dere 's purty strong current behin' de stove, + W'ere it 's passin' de chimley-stone, + But he 'll come roun' yet, if he don't upset, + So long he was lef' alone. + + Dat 's way ev'ry boy on de house begin + No sooner he 's twelve mont' ole; + He 'll play canoe up an' down de Soo + An' paddle an' push de pole, + Den haul de log all about de place, + Till dey 're fillin' up mos' de room, + An' say it 's all right, for de storm las' night + Was carry away de boom. + + Mebbe you see heem, de young loon bird, + Wit' half of de shell hangin' on, + Tak' hees firse slide to de water side, + An' off on de lake he 's gone. + Out of de cradle dey 're goin' sam' way + On reever an' lake an' sea; + For born to de trade, dat 's how dey 're made, + De familee Laramie. + + An' de reever she 's lyin' so handy dere + On foot of de hill below, + Dancin' along an' singin' de song + As away to de sea she go, + No wonder I never can lak dat song, + For soon it is comin', w'en + Dey 'll lissen de call, leetle Pierre an' Paul, + An' w'ere will de moder be den? + + She 'll sit by de shore w'en de evenin's come, + An' spik to de reever too: + "O reever, you know how dey love you so, + Since ever dey 're seein' you, + For sake of dat love bring de leetle boy home + Once more to de moder's knee." + An' mebbe de prayer I be makin' dere + Will help bring dem back to me. + + + + +[Illustration: Border] + +Yankee Families + + You s'pose God love de Yankee + An' de Yankee woman too, + Lak he love de folk at home on Canadaw? + I dunno--'cos if he do, + W'at 's de reason he don't geev' dem familee + Is dere anybody hangin' roun' can answer me + Wile I wait an' smoke dis pipe of good tabac? + + An' now I 'll tole you somet'ing + Mebbe help you bimeby, + An' dere 's no mistak' it 's w'at dey call sure sign-- + W'en you miss de baby's cry + As you 're goin' mak' some visit on de State + Dat 's enough--you need n't ax if de train 's on tam or late, + You can bet you 're on de Yankee side de line. + + Unless dere 's oder folk dere, + Mebbe wan or two or t'ree, + Canayen is comin' workin' on de State-- + Den you see petite Marie + Leetle Joe an' Angelique, Hormisdas an' Dieudonne, + But you can't tole half de nam'--it don't matter any way-- + 'Sides de fader he don't t'ink it's not'ing great. + + De moder, you can see her + An' she got de basket dere + Wit' de fine t'ing for de chil'ren nice an' slick-- + For dey can't get fat on air-- + Cucumber, milk, an' onion, some leetle cake also + De ole gran'moder 's makin' on de farm few days ago-- + W'at 's use buy dollar dinner mak' dem sick? + + But look de Yankee woman + Wit' de book upon her han', + Readin', readin', an' her husban', he can't get + Any chance at all, poor man, + For sit down, de way de seat's all pile up wit' magazine-- + De t'ing lak dat on Canadaw is never, never seen. + Would n't she be better wit' some chil'ren? Wall! you bet! + + No wonder dey was bringin' + For helpin' dem along + So many kin' of feller I dunno-- + Chinee washee from Kong Kong + An' w'at dey call Da-go, was work for dollar a day, + But w'en dey mak' some money, off dey 're goin', right away-- + Dat 's de reason dey was get de nam' Da-go. + + Of course so long dey 're comin' + From ev'ry place dey can, + Not knowin' moche, dere 's not'ing fuss about + Only boss de stranger man-- + But now dem gang of feller dat 's come across de sea-- + He 's gettin' leetle smarter, an' he got de familee-- + So Uncle Sam mus' purty soon look out. + + I wonder he don't know it-- + It 's funny he don't see + Dere 's somet'ing else dan money day an' night-- + Non--he 'll work hese'f cra-zee, + Den travel roun' de worl', an' use de money too-- + De King hese'f can't spen' lak de Yankee man is do-- + But w'ere 's de leetle chil'ren? dat's not right! + + W'at 's use of all de money + If dere ain't some boy an' girl + Mak' it pleasan' for de Yankee an' hees wife + W'en dey travel on de worl'? + For me an' Eugenie dere 's not'ing we lak bes' + Dan gader up de chil'ren an' get dem nicely dress-- + W'y it 's more dan half de pleasure of our life. + + I love de Yankee woman + An' de Yankee man also, + An' mebbe dey 'll be wiser bimeby-- + But I lak dem all to know + If dey want to kip deir own, let dem raise de familee-- + An' den dey 'll boss de contree from de mountain to de sea, + For dey 're smart enough to do it if dey try. + +[Illustration: Bird's nest] + + + + +[Illustration: Border] + +The Last Portage + + I'm sleepin' las' night w'en I dream a dream + An' a wonderful wan it seem-- + For I 'm off on de road I was never see, + Too long an' hard for a man lak me, + So ole he can only wait de call + Is sooner or later come to all. + + De night is dark an' de portage dere + Got plaintee o' log lyin' ev'ryw'ere, + Black bush aroun' on de right an' lef, + A step from de road an' you los' you'se'f; + De moon an' de star above is gone, + Yet somet'ing tell me I mus' go on. + +[Illustration: "De moon an' de star above is gone, + Yet somet'ing tell me I mus' go on."] + + An' off in front of me as I go, + Light as a dreef of de fallin' snow-- + Who is dat leetle boy dancin' dere + Can see hees w'ite dress an' curly hair, + An' almos' touch heem, so near to me + In an' out dere among de tree? + + An' den I 'm hearin' a voice is say, + "Come along, fader, don't min' de way, + De boss on de camp he sen' for you, + So your leetle boy 's going to guide you t'roo + It 's easy for me, for de road I know, + 'Cos I travel it many long year ago." + + An' oh! mon Dieu! w'en he turn hees head + I 'm seein' de face of ma boy is dead-- + Dead wit' de young blood in hees vein-- + An' dere he 's comin' wance more again + Wit' de curly hair, an' dark-blue eye, + So lak de blue of de summer sky-- + + An' now no more for de road I care, + An' slippery log lyin' ev'ryw'ere-- + De swamp on de valley, de mountain too + But climb it jus' as I use to do-- + Don't stop on de road, for I need no res' + So long as I see de leetle w'ite dress. + + An' I foller it on, an' wance in a w'ile + He turn again wit' de baby smile, + An' say, "Dear fader, I 'm here you see + We 're bote togeder, jus' you an' me-- + Very dark to you, but to me it 's light, + De road we travel so far to-night. + + "De boss on de camp w'ere I alway stay + Since ever de tam I was go away, + He welcome de poores' man dat call, + But love de leetle wan bes' of all, + So dat 's de reason I spik for you + An' come to-night for to bring you t'roo." + + Lak de young Jesu w'en he 's here below + De face of ma leetle son look jus' so-- + Den off beyon', on de bush I see + De w'ite dress fadin' among de tree-- + Was it a dream I dream las' night + Is goin' away on de morning light? + + + + +[Illustration: Border] + +Getting On + + I know I 'm not too young, an' ma back is not as straight + As it use to be some feefty year ago-- + Don't care to go aroun' if de rain is fallin' down + 'Less de rheumateez is ketch me on de toe-- + But dat is ma beez-nesse, an' no matter how I feel--- + Oder folk dey might look out deir own affair + 'Stead o' w'isperin', "Wall! ba Gosh! lissen poor Maxime Meloche, + How dat leetle drop o' rain is mak' heem swear! + De ole man 's gettin' on!" + + Smart folk lak dat, of course, mebbe never hear de news + Of de tam he 's comin' sick Guillaume Laroche, + Who 's tak' heem home to die w'en de rapide's runnin' high, + An' carry heem on hees shoulder t'roo de bush? + Oh! no, it was n't me, only wan of dem young man + Hardly got de baby moustache on de mout', + Dat's de reason w'y I say to mese'f mos' ev'ry day, + "Purty hard dere 's not'ing else dan talk about + 'De ole man 's gettin' on.'" + + W'at 's mak' me feelin' mad is becos dey don't spik out, + Non! dey 'll sneak aroun' for watch me as I go, + An' if I mebbe spill leetle water on de hill, + W'en I 'm comin' from de well down dere below, + No use for tellin' me--I know too moche mese'f, + Dat 's de tam I 'm very sure dey alway say, + "See heem now, how slow he go--don't I offen tole you so? + We 're sorry, but Maxime is have hees day, + De ole man's gettin' on." + + It's foolish t'ing to do, for dere 's alway hang aroun' + Some crazy feller almos' ev'ry day-- + So I might a' stay at home 'stead o' tryin' feex de boom, + Dough I 'm sure de win' is blow de oder way; + For I never hear dem shout w'en dey let de water out, + An' de log dey come a-bangin' down de chute, + But leetle Joe Leblanc ketch me on de pant, hooraw! + Den spile de job by w'isperin', "I 'm afraid I spik de trut', + De ole man 's gettin' on." + + Only yesterday de pig get loose an' run away, + An' de nex' t'ing he was goin' on de corn-- + So I run an' fetch de stick, an' after heem so quick + Jus' to mak' heem feelin' sorry he was born; + An' dat pig he laugh at me, an' he fill hees belly full + 'Fore he 's makin' up his min' for come along-- + I 'm sure I see heem wink--should n't wonder if he t'ink, + "Very easy see dere 's somet'ing goin' wrong-- + De ole man 's gettin on." + + If only I can get some doctor feex me up, + Mak' me feel a leetle looser on de knee-- + On de shoulder, ev'ryw'ere--ba tonder! I don't care, + I 'le spen' a couple o' dollar, mebbe t'ree-- + Jus' to larn dem feller dere how to skip an' how to jomp, + On de way I beat deir fader long ago-- + Yass siree! an' purty soon dey 'll sing anoder tune, + An' wonder w'at de devil 's dere to show + De ole man's gettin' on. + + Oh! dat maudit rheumateez! now she's ketchin' me again + On de back becos I 'm leetle bit excite, + An' put ma finger down, widout stoopin' on de groun'-- + But I 'll do dat trick to-morrow, not to-night-- + All de sam' I often t'ink ev'ry dog is got hees day, + Dat 's de lesson I was learnin' on de school; + So I can't help feelin' blue w'en I wonder if it 's true + W'at dey 're sayin'--dough o' course dey 're only fool-- + De ole man 's gettin' on. + +[Illustration: Thistle] + + + + +[Illustration: Border] + +Pioneers + + If dey 're walkin' on de roadside, an' dey 're bote in love togeder, + An' de star of spring is shinin' wit' de young moon in between, + It was purty easy guessin' dey 're not talkin' of de wedder, + W'en de boy is comin' twenty, an' de girl is jus' eighteen. + + It 's a sign de winter 's over, an' it 's pleasan' hear de talkin' + Of de bull-frog on de swamp dere wit' all hees familee-- + But it 's lonesome doin' not'ing, an' dere 's not moche fun in walkin', + So we fin' some fence dat 's handy for mese'f an' Rosalie. + +[Illustration: "So we fin' some fence dat 's handy + for mese'f an' Rosalie."] + + An' I dunno how it happen, w'en her head come on ma shoulder, + An' her black eye on de moonlight, lak de star shine--dat 's de way. + (Mebbe it 's becos de springtam) so I ketch her han' an' tole her + Of how moche I 'd lak to tak' her on some contree far away. + + Den she say, I 'll mak' an offer, if you 're sure you want to tak' me + On de place I dunno w'ere--me--you mus' pay beeg price, Jo-seph. + You can carry me off to-morrow, so I 'm never comin' back--me-- + But you 'll lose upon de bargain, for de price I want's you'se'f." + + I was purty good for tradin', mebbe tak' it from ma fader, + For de ole man 's alway tryin' show me somet'ing dat was new-- + But de trade I mak' dat evenin' wit' poor Rosalie, I rader + Not say not'ing moche about it, dough it 's bes' I never do. + + So we settle on de reever wit' de bush for miles behin' us-- + Here we buil' de firse log shaintee, only me an' Rosalie-- + Dat 's de woman help her husban'! an' w'en winter come an' fin' us + We was ready waitin' for heem jus' as happy as could be. + + Bar'l o' pork an' good potato, wan or two oder t'ing too + Leetle w'isky, plaintee flour, an' wood-pile stannin' near-- + Don't min' de hardes' winter, an' fat enough in spring too-- + De folk dat 's comin' handy w'en you want de contree clear! + + Rosalie, you see her outside on de porch dere wit' her knittin'-- + Yass, of course I know she 's changin' since de day she marry me-- + An' she 'll never sit no more dere on de fence lak leetle kitten-- + She 'd be safer on a stone wall, but she 's still ma Rosalie. + + All alone: de neares' shaintee, over ten mile down de reever-- + An' might be only yesterday, I 'member it so well-- + W'en I 'm comin' home wan morning affer trappin' on de beaver, + An' ma wife is sayin', "Hurry, go an' fetch Ma-dame Labelle." + + If you 're stan'in' on de bank dere, you mus' t'ink I 'm crazy feller + By de way I work de paddle, an' de way canoe she go-- + But Ma-dame know all about it, an' I never need to tell her, + An' we jus' get back in tam' dere for welcome leetle Joe. + + Dat 's de way dem woman 's doin' for help along each oder, + For Pierre Labelle he 's comin' now an' den for Rosalie-- + Of course dere 's many tam too, dey got to be godmoder-- + An' w'en dey want godfader, w'y dere 's only Pierre an' me. + + Twenty year so hard we 're workin', twenty year reapin', sowin', + Choppin' tree an' makin' portage, an' de chil'ren help us too-- + But it 's never feelin' lonesome w'ile de familee is growin', + An' de cradle seldom empty, an' we got so moche to do. + + Den w'en all de work is finish, w'at dey 're callin' de surveyor + He 's comin' here an' fin' us, an' of course so well he might-- + For it 's easy job to foller, w'en de road is lyin' dere, + So blin' man he can walk it wit' hees eyes closed, darkes' night. + + An' de nex' t'ing dere 's a township, an' de township bring de taxes, + An' it 's leetle hard on us too, dat 's way it seem to me-- + An' de Gover'ment, I s'pose dey 'll never t'ink at all to ax us + For de small account dey 're owin' mese'f an' Rosalie. + + So we 'll see de beeg procession very soon come up de reever-- + Some will settle on de roadside, some will stay upon de shore-- + But de ole place we be clearin', I don't t'ink we 'll never leave her, + Dough we 're all surroun' by stranger an' we 're + in de worl' wance more. + + + + +[Illustration: Border] + +Natural Philosophy + + Very offen I be t'inkin' of de queer folk goin' roun', + And way dey kip a-talkin' of de hard tam get along-- + May have plaintee money too, an' de healt' be good an' soun'-- + But you 'll fin' dere 's alway somet'ing goin' wrong-- + 'Course dere may be many reason w'y some feller ought to fret-- + But me, I 'm alway singin' de only song I know-- + 'T is n't long enough for music, an' so short you can't forget, + But it drive away de lonesome, an' dis is how she go, + "Jus' tak' your chance, an' try your luck." + + Funny feller 's w'at dey call me--"so diff'ren' from de res'," + But ev'rybody got hees fault, as far as I can see-- + An' all de t'ing I 'm doin', I do it for de bes', + Dough w'en I 'm bettin' on a race, dat 's often loss for me-- + "Oho!" I say, "Alphonse ma frien', to-day is not your day, + For more you got your money up, de less your trotter go-- + But never min' an' don't lie down," dat 's w'at I alway say, + An' sing de sam' ole song some more, mebbe a leetle slow-- + "Jus' tak' your chance, an' try your luck." + + S'pose ma uncle die an' let me honder-dollar, mebbe two-- + An' I don't tak' hees advice--me--for put heem on de bank-- + 'Stead o' dat, some lot'rie ticket, to see w'at I can do, + An' purty soon I 'm findin' out dey 're w'at you call de blank-- + Wall! de bank she might bus' up dere--somet'ing might go wrong-- + Dem feller, w'en dey get it, mebbe skip before de night-- + Can't tell--den w'ere 's your money? So I sing ma leetle song + An' don't boder wit' de w'isky, an' again I feel all right, + "Jus' tak' your chance, an' try your luck." + + If you 're goin' to mak' de marry, kip a look out on de eye, + But no matter how you 're careful, it was risky anyhow-- + An' if you 're too unlucky, jus' remember how you try + For gettin' dat poor woman, dough she may have got you now-- + All de sam', it sometam happen dat your wife will pass away-- + No use cryin', you can't help it--dere 's your duty to you'se'f-- + You don't need to ax de neighbor, dey will tell you ev'ry day + Start again lak hones' feller, for dere's plaintee woman lef'-- + "Jus' tak' your chance, an' try your luck." + + Poor man lak me, I 'm not'ing: only w'en election 's dere, + An' ev'rybody 's waitin' to ketch you by de t'roat-- + De money I be makin' den, wall! dat was mon affaire-- + An' affer all w'at diff'rence how de poor man mak' de vote? + So I do ma very bes'--me--wit' de wife an' familee-- + On de church door Sunday morning, you can see us all parade-- + Len' a frien' a half a dollar, an' never go on spree-- + So w'en I 'm comin' die--me--no use to be afraid-- + "Jus' tak' your chance, an' try your luck." + + + + +[Illustration: Border] + +Champlain + + "W'ere 'll we go?" says Pierre de Monts,[1] + To hese'f as he walk de forwar' deck, + "For I got ma share of Trois Rivieres + An' I never can lak Kebeck-- + Too moche Nort' Pole--maudit! it 's cole + Oh! la! la! de win' blow too. + An' I 'm sure w'at I say, M'sieu Pontgrave + He know very well it 's true. + + But here 's de boat, an' we 're all afloat + A honder an' fifty ton-- + An' look at de lot of man we got, + No better beneat' de sun-- + Provision, too, for all de crew + An' pries' for to say de prayer, + So mes chers amis, dey can easy see + De vessel mus' pass somew'ere. + + If I only know de way to go + For findin' some new an' pleasan' lan'," + But jus' as he spik, he turn roun' quick, + An' dere on de front, sir, stan' de Man. + "You was callin' me, I believe," says he, + As brave as a lion--"Tiens! + W'en we reach de sea, an' de ship is free, + You can talk wit' Samuel de Champlain." [2] + + Wan look on hees eye an' he know for w'y + Young Samuel spik no more, + So he shake hees han', an' say, "Young man, + Too bad you don't come before; + But now you are here, we 'll geev' t'ree cheer, + An' away w'erever you want to go-- + For I lak your look an' swear on de Book + You 'll fin' de good frien' on Pierre de Monts." + + So de sail 's set tight, an' de win' is right, + For it 's blowin' dem to de wes'-- + An' dey say deir prayer, for God knows w'ere + De anchor will come to res'-- + Adieu to de shore dey may see no more-- + Good-bye to de song an' dance-- + De girl dey love, an' de star above + Kipin' watch on de lan' of France. + + Den it 's "Come below, M'sieu Pierre de Monts," + Champlain he say to de capitaine-- + "An' I 'll tell to you, w'at I t'ink is true + Dough purty hard, too, for understan'-- + I dream a dream an' it alway seem + Dat God hese'f he was say to me-- + 'Rise up, young man, de quick you can + An' sail your ship on de western sea. + + "'De way may be long, an' de win' be strong, + An' wave sweep over de leetle boat-- + But never you min', an' you 're sure to fin', + If you trus' in me, you will kip afloat.' + An' I tak' dat ship, an' I mak' de trip + All on de dream I was tellin' you-- + An' oh! if you see w'at appear to me, + I wonder w'at you was a-t'inkin' too? + + "I come on de lan' w'ere dere 's no w'ite man-- + I come on de shore w'ere de grass is green-- + An' de air is clear as de new-born year, + An' of all I was see, dis lan's de Queen-- + So I 'm satisfy if we only try + An' fin' if dere 's anyt'ing on ma dream, + An' I 'll show de way," Champlain is say-- + Den Pierre de Monts he is answer heem, + + "All right, young man, do de bes' you can-- + So long you don't bring me near Kebeck-- + Or Trois Rivieres, not moche I care, + An' I hope your dream's comin' out correc'." + So de brave Champlain he was say, "Tres bien," + An' soon he was boss of de ship an' crew + An' pile on de sail, wedder calm or gale-- + Oh! dat is de feller know w'at to do. + + Don't I see heem dere wit' hees long black hair + On de win' blowin' out behin'-- + Watchin' de ship as she rise an' dip, + An' always follerin' out de Sign? + An' day affer day I can hear heem say + To de sailor man lonesome for home an' frien', + "Cheer up, mes amis, for soon you will see + De lan' risin' up on de oder en'." + + Wall! de tam go by, an' still dey cry + "Oh! bring us back for de familee's sake." + Even Pierre de Monts fin' it leetle slow + An' t'ink mebbe somebody mak' mistake-- + But he don't geev' in for he 's boun' to win'-- + De young Champlain--an' hees heart grow strong + W'en de voice he hear say, "Never fear; + You won't have to suffer for very long." + + Alone on de bow I can see heem now + Wan mornin' in May w'en de sun was rise-- + Smellin' de air lak a bloodhoun', dere-- + An' de light of de Heaven shine on hees eyes. + A minute or more he is wait before + He tak' off de hat an' raise hees han'-- + Den down on de knee, sayin', "Dieu merci!" + He cross hese'f dere, an' I understan'-- + + "Ho! Ho! De Monts! are you down below, + Sleepin' so soun' on de bed somew'ere? + If you 're feelin' well, come up an' tell + W'at kin' of a cloud you be seein' dere." + Den every wan shout w'en de voice ring out + Of de young Champlain on dat summer day, + "Lan'! it is lan'!" cry de sailor man-- + You can hear dem holler ten mile away. + + Port Rossignol is de place dey call + (I 'm sorry dat nam' it was disappear); + An' mos' ev'ry tree dem Frenchman see + Got nice leetle bird singin', "Welcome here." + An' happy dey were, dem voyageurs + An' de laugh come out on de sailors' face-- + No wonder, too, w'en de shore dey view, + For w'ere can you see it de better place? + + * * * * * * + + If you want to fin' w'at is lef' behin' + Of de story I try very hard tell you, + Don't bodder me now or raise de row, + But study de book de sam' I do. + + +[1] De-mo. + +[2] Shaum-pla. + + + + +[Illustration: Border] + +Pro Patria + + Was leevin' across on de State Vermont; + W'ere mountain so high you see-- + Got plaintee to do, so all I want + Is jus' to be quiet--me-- + No bodder, no fuss, only work aroun' + On job I don't lak refuse-- + But affer de familee settle down + It 's come w'at dey call war-news. + + De Spanish da-go he was gettin' mad, + An' he 's dangerous l'Espagnol! + An' ev'ry wan say it was lookin' bad, + Not safe on de State at all-- + So Yankee he 's tryin' for sell hees farm, + An' town 's very moche excite, + Feexin' de gun an' de fire-alarm, + An' ban' playin' ev'ry night. + + An' soon dere 's comin', all dress to kill, + Beeg feller from far away, + Shoutin' lak devil on top de hill, + An' dis is de t'ing he say-- + + "Strike for your home an' your own contree! + Strike for your native lan'! + Kip workin' away wit' de spade an' hoe, + Den jump w'en you hear de bugle blow, + For danger 's aroun', above, below, + But de bugle will tell if it 's tam to go." + + An' he tak' de flag wit' de star an' stripe, + An' holler out--"Look at me! + If any wan touch dat flag, ba cripe! + He 's dead about wan--two--t'ree." + Den he pull it aroun' heem few more tam, + An' sit on de rockin' chair, + Till somebody cheer for hees Uncle Sam, + Dough I don't see de ole man dere. + + I got a long story for tell dat night + On poor leetle Rose Elmire, + An' she say she 's sorry about de fight + We 're doin' so well down here-- + But it 's not our fault an' we can't help dat, + De law she is made for all, + So our duty is wait for de rat-tat-tat + Of drum an' de bugle call. + + An' it 's busy week for Elmire an' me, + I 'm sure you 'd pity us too-- + Workin' so hard lak you never see, + For dere 's plaintee o' job to do-- + Den half o' de night packin' up de stuff + We got on de small cabane-- + An' buyin' a horse, dough he cos' enough, + For Yankee 's a hard trade man. + + An' how can I sleep if ma wife yell out-- + "Gedeon, dere she goes!" + An' bang an' tear all de house about + W'en Johnnie is blow hees nose? + Poor leetle chil'ren dey suffer too, + Lyin' upon de floor, + Wit' de bed made up, for dey never go + On de worl' lak dat before. + + We got to be ready, of course, an' wait-- + De chil'ren, de wife, an' me, + For show de Yankee upon de State, + Ba Golly! how smart we be. + You know de game dey call checker-boar'? + Wall! me an' ma wife Elmire, + We 're playin' dat game on de outside door + Wit' leetle wan gader near; + + Jus' as de sun on de sky go down + An' mountain dey seem so fine, + Ev'ryt'ing quiet, don't hear a soun', + So I 'm lookin' across de line. + An' I t'ink of de tam I be leevin' dere + On county of Yamachiche, + De swamp on de bush w'ere I ketch de hare + De reever I use to feesh. + + An' ma wife Elmire w'en she see de tear, + She cry leetle bit herse'f-- + Put her han' on ma neck, an' say, "Ma dear, + I 'm sorry we never lef'; + But money 's good t'ing, an' dere 's nice folk too, + Leevin' upon Vermont-- + Got plaintee o' work for me an' you-- + Is dere anyt'ing more we want? + + Dere 's w'at dey 're callin' de war beez-nesse-- + It 's troublesome t'ing, of course, + But no gettin' off--mus' strike wit' de res', + No matter--it might be worse-- + We 're savin' along--never lose a day, + An' ready w'en bugle blow--" + But dat was de very las' word she say, + For dere it commence to go, + + Blowin' away on de mountain dere, + W'ere snow very seldom melts, + Down by de reever an' ev'ryw'ere, + We could n't hear not'ing else-- + Nobody stop to fin' out de place, + Too busy for dat to-day-- + But we never forget de law in de case + W'en feller he spik dis way-- + + "Strike for your home an' your own contree! + Strike for your native lan'! + Kip workin' away wit' de spade an' hoe, + Den jump w'en you hear de bugle blow, + For danger 's aroun', above, below, + But de bugle will tell if it 's tam to go." + + An' de chil'ren yell, an' de checker-boar' + Don't do her no good at all-- + An' nobody never jump before + Lak de crowd w'en dey hear de call, + Dat was de familee,--bet your life + I 'm prouder, ba Gosh! to-day + Mese'f, de leetle wan, an' de wife, + Dan anyt'ing I can say-- + + 'Cos nobody strike on de way we do-- + For home an' deir own contree-- + Wit' fedder bed, stove, de cradle too, + An' ev'ryt'ing else we see-- + Pilin' de wagon up ten foot high + Goin' along de road-- + An' de Yankee say as we 're passin' by + Dey never see such a load-- + + So dat 's how we 're comin' to Yamachiche-- + An' dat 's w'y we 're stayin' here-- + Jus' to be quiet an' hunt an' feesh, + Not'ing at all to fear-- + An' if ever you lissen de Yankee folk + Brag an' kick up de fuss-- + An' say we 're lak cattle upon de yoke, + An' away dey can trot from us-- + +[Illustration: "Jus' tell dem de news of Gedeon Plouffe-- + How he jump wit' de familee."] + + Jus' tell dem de news of Gedeon Plouffe-- + How he jump wit' de familee + An' strike w'en de bugle is raise de roof + For home an' hees own contree. + +[Illustration: Flower] + + + + +[Illustration: Border] + +Getting Stout + + Eighteen, an' face lak de--w'at 's de good? + Dere 's no use tryin' explain + De way she 's lookin', dat girl Marie-- + But affer it pass, de rain, + An' sun come out of de cloud behin', + An' laugh on de sky wance more-- + Wall! dat is de way her eye it shine + W'en she see me upon de door. + + An' dere she 's workin' de ole-tam sash, + De fines' wan, too, for sure. + "Who is it for, ma belle Marie-- + You 're makin' de nice ceinture? + Come out an' sit on de shore below, + For watchin' dem draw de net, + Ketchin' de feesh," an' she answer, "No, + De job is n't finish yet; + + "Stan' up, Narcisse, an' we 'll see de fit. + Dat sash it was mak' for you, + For de ole wan 's gettin' on, you know, + An' o' course it 'll never do + If de boy I marry can't go an' spen' + W'at dey 're callin' de weddin' tour + Wit' me, for visitin' all hees frien', + An' not have a nice ceinture." + + An' den she measure dat sash on me, + An' I fin' it so long an' wide + I pass it aroun' her, an' dere we stan', + De two of us bote inside-- + "Could n't be better, ma chere Marie, + Dat sash it is fit so well-- + It jus' suit you, an' it jus' suit me, + An' bote togeder, ma belle." + + So I wear it off on de weddin' tour + An' long after dat also, + An' never a minute I 'm carin' how + De win' of de winter blow-- + Don't matter de cole an' frosty night-- + Don't matter de stormy day, + So long as I 'm feex up close an' tight + Wit' de ole ceinture fleche. + + An' w'ere 's de woman can beat her now, + Ma own leetle girl Marie? + For we 're marry to-day jus' feefty year + An' never a change I see-- + But wan t'ing strange, dough I try ma bes' + For measure dat girl wance more, + She say--"Go off wit' de foolishness, + Or pass on de outside door. + + "You know well enough dat sash get tight + Out on de snow an' wet + Drivin' along on ev'ry place, + Den how can it fit me yet? + Shows w'at a fool you be, Narcisse, + W'enever you go to town; + Better look out, or I call de pries' + For makin' you stan' aroun'." + + But me, I 'm sure it was never change, + Dat sash on de feefty year-- + An' I can't understan' to-day at all, + W'at 's makin' it seem so queer-- + De sash is de sam', an' woman too, + Can't fool me, I know too well-- + But woman, of course dey offen do + Some funny t'ing--you can't tell! + + + + +[Illustration: Border] + +Doctor Hilaire + + A stranger might say if he see heem drink till he almos' fall, + "Doctor lak dat for sick folk, he 's never no use at all," + But wait till you hear de story dey 're tellin' about heem yet, + An' see if you don't hear somet'ing, mebbe you won't forget. + + Twenty odd year she 's marry, Belzemire Lafreniere, + An' oh! but she 's feelin' lonesome 'cos never a sign is dere-- + Purty long tam for waitin', but poor leetle Belzemire + She 's bad enough now for pay up all of dem twenty year. + + Call heem de oldes' doctor, call heem de younges' wan, + Bring dem along, no matter if ev'ry dollar 's gone-- + T'ree of dem can't do not'ing, workin' for two days dere, + She was a very sick woman, Belzemire Lafreniere. + + Pierre he was cryin', cryin' out on de barn behin', + Neighbors tryin' to kip heem goin' right off hees min', + W'en somebody say, "Las' winter, ma wife she is nearly go, + An' who do you t'ink is save her? ev'ry wan surely know. + + "Drink? does he drink de w'isky? don't care I 'm hees only frien', + Dere 's only wan answer comin'. Wall! leetle bit now an' den + Doctor Hilaire he tak' it, but if it was me or you + Leevin' on Beausejour dere, w'at are you goin' to do? + + "An' so you may t'ank de w'isky, 'cos w'ere 'll he be to-day + If he never is drinkin' not'ing? Many a mile away + Off on de great beeg city, makin' de money quick, + W'ere ev'ry wan want de doctor w'enever he 's leetle sick. + + "Remember de way to get heem is tell heem it's bad, bad case, + Or Doctor Hilaire you 'll never see heem upon dis place! + Tell heem dere 's two life waitin', an' sure to be comin' die + Unless he is hurry quicker dan ever de bird can fly. + + "T'orty mile crick is runnin' over de road, I 'm sure, + But if you can fin' de crossin' you 'll ketch heem at Beausejour. + Sober or drunk, no matter, bring heem along you mus', + For Doctor Hilaire 's de only man of de lot for us." + + Out wit' de quickes' horse den, Ste. Genevieve has got, + An' if ever you show your paces, now is de tam to trot-- + Johnnie Dufresne is drivin', w'at! never hear tell of heem, + Off on de Yankee circus, an' han'le a ten-horse team? + + Dat was de lonesome journey over de mountain high, + Down w'ere de w'ite fog risin' show w'ere de swamp is lie, + An' drive as he can de faster, an' furder away he get, + Johnnie can hear dat woman closer an' closer yet. + + Offen he tell about it, not'ing he never do + Geev' heem de funny feelin' Johnnie is goin' t'roo, + But he is sure of wan t'ing, if Belzemire 's comin' die, + Poor woman, she 'd never foller affer heem wit' her cry. + + Dat is de t'ing is cheer heem, knowin' she is n't gone, + So he answer de voice a-callin', tellin' her to hol' on, + Till he bring her de help she 's needin' if only she wait a w'ile + Dat is de way he 's doin' all of dem t'orty mile-- + + Lucky he was to-night, too, for place on de crick he got, + Search on de light of day-tam, he could n't fin' better spot, + But jus' as it happen', mebbe acre or two below, + Is place w'ere de ole mail-driver 's drownin' a year ago. + + W'ere is de road? he got it, an' very soon Beausejour + Off on de hillside lyin', dere she is, small an' poor, + Lookin' so lak starvation might a' been t'roo de war, + An' dere, on de bar-room sleepin', de man he is lookin' for. + + Drunk? he is worse dan ever--poor leetle man! too bad! + Lissen to not'ing neider, but Johnnie is feel so glad + Ketchin' heem dere so easy, 'fore he can answer, "No"-- + He 's tyin' heem on de buggy, an' off on de road he go-- + + Half o' de journey 's over, half o' de night is pass, + W'en Doctor Hilaire stop swearin', an' start to get quiet at las'-- + Don't do any good ax Johnnie lettin' heem loose again, + For if any man tak' de chances, would n't be Johnnie Dufresne. + + Hooraw for de black horse trotter! hooraw for de feller drive! + An' wan leetle cheer for Belzemire dat 's kipin' herse'f alive + Till Johnnie is bring de doctor, an' carry heem on de door + An' loosen heem out as sober as never he was before. + + Quiet inside de house now, quiet de outside too, + Look at each oder smokin', dat 's about all we do; + An' jus' as we feel, ba tonder! no use, we mus' talk or die, + Dere on de house we 're hearin' poor leetle baby's cry. + + Dat 's all, but enough for makin' tear comin' down de face, + An' Pierre, if you only see heem jumpin' aroun' de place + You 'd t'ink of a colt in spring-tam--den off on de barn we go + W'ere somebody got de bottle for drinkin' de healt', you know. + + Takin' it too moche w'isky, is purty hard job to cure, + But only for poor ole w'isky, village of Beausejour + Can never have such a doctor, an' dat 's w'y it aint no tam + Talk very moche agin it, but fill her up jus' de sam'. + + An' drink to de baby's moder, here 's to de baby too, + An' Doctor Hilaire, anoder, beeger dan all, for you. + For sober or drunk, no matter, so long as he understan' + It's very bad case is waitin', Doctor Hilaire 's de man. + + + + +[Illustration: Border] + +Barbotte (Bull-pout) + + Dere 's some lak dory, an' some lak bass, + An' plaintee dey mus' have trout-- + An' w'ite feesh too, dere 's quite a few + Not satisfy do widout-- + Very fon' of sucker some folk is, too, + But for me, you can go an' cut + De w'ole of dem t'roo w'at you call menu, + So long as I get barbotte-- + Ho! Ho! for me it 's de nice barbotte. + + No fuss to ketch heem--no row at all, + De sam' as you have wit' bass-- + Never can tell if you hook heem well, + An' mebbe he 's gone at las'! + An' trout, wall! any wan 's ketchin' trout + Dey got to be purty smart-- + But leetle bull-pout, don't have to look out, + For dem feller got no heart-- + Good t'ing, dey ain't got no heart + + Dat 's wan of de reason I lak heem too-- + For all you have got to do + Is takin' your pole on de feeshin' hole + An' anchor de ole canoe-- + Den spit on de worm for luck, an' pass + De leetle hook up de gut, + An' drop it down slow, jus' a minute or so, + An' pull up de nice barbotte, + Ha! Ha! de fine leetle fat barbotte. + + Pleasan' to lissen upon de spring + De leetle bird sing hees song, + Wile you watch de line an' look out for sign + Of mooshrat swimmin' along; + Den tak' it easy an' smoke de pipe, + An' w'ere is de man has got + More fun dan you on de ole canoe + W'en dey 're bitin', de nice barbotte-- + De nice leetle fat barbotte. + + No runnin' aroun' on de crick for heem, + No jompin' upon de air, + Makin' you sweat till your shirt is wet + An' sorry you 're comin' dere-- + Foolin' away wit' de rod an' line + Mebbe de affernoon-- + For sure as he bite he 's dere all right, + An' you 're ketchin' heem very soon-- + Yass sir! you 're gettin' heem purty soon. + + Den tak' heem off home wit' a dozen more + An' skin heem so quick you can, + Fry heem wit' lard, an' you 'll fin' it hard + To say if dere 's on de pan + Such feesh as dat on de worl' before + Since Adam, you know, is shut + Out of de gate w'en he 's comin' home late, + As de nice leetle fat barbotte-- + Dat 's true, de nice leetle sweet barbotte. + + + + +[Illustration: Lyrics and melody of "The Rossignol"] + + +[Illustration: Lyrics and melody of "The Rossignol"--Concluded] + + +[Illustration: Border] + + +THE ROSSIGNOL + +Air--"Sur la Montagne" + + Jus' as de sun is tryin' + Climb on de summer sky + Two leetle bird come flyin' + Over de mountain high-- + Over de mountain, over de mountain, + Hear dem call, + Hear dem call--poor leetle rossignol! + + Out of de nes' togeder, + Broder an' sister too, + Out on de summer wedder + W'en de w'ole worl' is new-- + Over de mountain, over de mountain, + Hear dem call, + Hear dem call--poor leetle rossignol! + + No leetle heart was lighter, + No leetle bird so gay, + Never de sun look brighter + Dan he is look to-day-- + Over de mountain, over de mountain, + Hear dem call, + Hear dem call--poor leetle rossignol! + + W'y are dey leave de nes' dere + W'ere dey was still belong? + Better to stay an' res' dere + Until de wing is strong. + Over de mountain, over de mountain, + Hear dem call, + Hear dem call--poor leetle rossignol! + + W'at is dat watchin' dere now + Up on de maple tall, + Better look out, tak' care now, + Poor leetle rossignol, + Over de mountain, over de mountain, + Hear dem call, + Hear dem call--poor leetle rossignol! + + Here dey are comin' near heem + Singin' deir way along-- + How can dey know to fear heem + Poor leetle bird so young-- + Over de mountain, over de mountain, + Hear dem call, + Hear dem call--poor leetle rossignol! + + Moder won't hear you cryin', + W'at is de use to call, + W'en he is comin' flyin' + Quick as de star is fall? + Over de mountain, over de mountain, + Hear dem call, + Hear dem call--poor leetle rossignol? + + * * * * + + Up w'ere de nes' is lyin', + High on de cedar bough, + W'ere de young hawk was cryin' + Soon will be quiet now. + Over de mountain, over de mountain, + Hear heem call, + Hear heem call--poor leetle rossignol! + + If he had only kissed her, + Poor leetle rossignol! + But he was los' hees sister, + An' it 's alone he call-- + Over de mountain, over de mountain, + Hear heem call, + Hear heem call--poor leetle rossignol! + + Only a day of gladness, + Only a day of song, + Only a night of sadness + Lastin' de w'ole life long. + Over de mountain, over de mountain, + Hear heem call, + Hear heem call--poor leetle rossignol! + + + + +[Illustration: Border] + +Meb-be + + A quiet boy was Joe Bedotte, + An' no sign anyw'ere + Of anyt'ing at all he got + Is up to ordinaire-- + An' w'en de teacher tell heem go + An' tak' a holiday, + For wake heem up, becos' he 's slow, + Poor Joe would only say, + "Wall! meb-be." + + Don't bodder no wan on de school + Unless dey bodder heem, + But all de scholar t'ink he 's fool + Or walkin' on a dream-- + So w'en dey 're closin' on de spring + Of course dey 're moche surprise + Dat Joe is takin' ev'ry-t'ing + Of w'at you call de prize. + +[Illustration: "Don't bodder no wan on de school + Unless dey bodder heem."] + + An' den de teacher say, "Jo-seph, + I know you 're workin' hard-- + Becos' w'en I am pass mese'f + I see you on de yard + A-splittin' wood--no doubt you stay + An' study half de night?" + An' Joe he spik de sam' ole way + So quiet an' polite, + "Wall! meb-be." + + Hees fader an' hees moder die + An' lef' heem dere alone + Wit' chil'ren small enough to cry, + An' farm all rock an' stone-- + But Joe is fader, moder too, + An' work bote day an' night + An' clear de place--dat 's w'at he do, + An' bring dem up all right. + + De Cure say, "Jo-seph, you know + Le bon Dieu 's very good-- + He feed de small bird on de snow, + De caribou on de wood-- + But you deserve some credit too-- + I spik of dis before." + So Joe he dunno w'at to do + An' only say wance more, + "Wall! meb-be." + + An' Joe he leev' for many year + An' helpin' ev'ry wan + Upon de parish far an' near + Till all hees money 's gone-- + An' den de Cure come again + Wit' tear-drop on hees eye-- + He know for sure poor Joe, hees frien', + Is well prepare to die. + + "Wall! Joe, de work you done will tell + W'en you get up above-- + De good God he will treat you well + An' geev' you all hees love. + De poor an' sick down here below, + I 'm sure dey 'll not forget," + An' w'at you t'ink he say, poor Joe, + Drawin' hees only breat'? + "Wall! meb-be." + + + + +[Illustration: Border] + +Snubbing (Tying-up) the Raft + + Las' night dey 're passin', de golden plover, + Dis mornin' I 'm seein' de bluebird's wing, + So if not'ing go wrong, de winter 's over, + An' not very long till we got de spring. + + An' nex' t'ing de reever she 'll start a-hummin', + An' den you 'll hear it, de song an' laugh, + Is tellin' de news, de boys are comin' + Home again on de saw-log raf'. + + All very well for see dem swingin' + Roun' de beeg islan' dere on de bay, + Nice t'ing too, for to hear dem singin', + 'Cos it mak' me t'ink of de good ole day. + + An' me--I could lissen dem song forever, + But it is n't so pleasan' w'en evenin' fall, + An' dey 're lookin' for place to stay, an' never + Snub de raf' on ma place at all--- + + Dat 's de fine cove if dey only know it-- + Hard to fin' better on St. Maurice, + Up de reever or down below it, + An' house on de hill only leetle piece. + + W'at is de reason den, w'en dey fin' dem + Raf' comin' near me, dey all get scare, + An' pull lak de devil was close behin' dem, + An' 'way down de reever to Joe Belair? + + Two mile more, wit' de rock an' stone dere, + An' water so shallow can't float canoe, + But ev'ry boy of de gang, he 's goin' dere, + Even de cook, an' de captain too-- + + W'at is de reason, I lak to know--me-- + Ma own leetle cove 's lyin' empty dere, + An' nobody stop till dey go below me, + Snubbin' de raf' on Joe Belair? + + Not'ing lak dat twenty year ago, sir, + W'en voyageurs' comin' from up above, + Dere 's only wan place us feller know, sir, + W'en dey 're goin' ashore, an' dat's de cove. + + An' dere on door of de house she 's stan'nin' + To welcome us back, Madame Baribeau, + An' Pierre hese'f, he was on de lan'nin', + Ready for ketchin' de rope we t'row. + + An' oh! de girl use to mak' us crazy-- + For many a fine girl Pierre has got-- + Right on de jomp too--never lazy, + But Sophie 's de fines' wan of de lot. + + Me--I was only a comon feller, + An' love--wall! jus' lak de leetle calf, + An' it's true, I 'm sure, w'at dey offen tell her, + I 'm de uglies' man on boar' de raf'. + + But Sophie 's so nice an' good shese'f too, + De uglies' man upon all de worl' + Forget hees face an' forget hese'f too, + T'ree minute affer he see dat girl-- + + An' dat 's de reason de chance is better, + For you must n't be t'ink of you'se'f at all, + But t'ink of de girl if you want to get her, + An' so we 're marry upon de fall. + + An' purty soon den dey all get started, + For marryin' fever come so strong + W'en de firse wan go, dat dey 're broken-hearted + An' tak' mos' anyt'ing come along. + + So Joe Belair, w'en hees house is buil' dere, + He go down de reever wit' Eugenie, + An' place I settle on top de hill dere, + De ole man geev' it to Sophie an' me. + + An' along dey come, wan foller de oder, + Dozen o' girl--not a boy at all-- + Never a girl tak' affer de moder, + But all lak de fader, beeg an' small-- + + A dozen o' girl, of course, no wonder + A few of dem look lak me--sapree! + But w'en dey 're comin' dat way, ba tonder! + She 's jus' a leetle too moche for me. + + An' Joe Belair, he was down below me, + Funny t'ing too, he is ketch also, + Ev'ryt'ing girl--how it come dunno--me-- + But dey 're all lak de familee Baribeau-- + + Growin' up purty de sam' de moder-- + An' soon as dey know it along de shore + De boys stop comin', an' never bodder + For snub de raf' on ma place no more-- + + So w'at is de chance ma girl she 's gettin', + Don't care w'ere I look, none at all I see, + No use, I s'pose, kipin' on a-frettin', + Dough it's very hard case poor man lak me. + + W'at 'll I do for bring dem here,--me? + Can't be blowin' dem to de moon-- + Or buil' a dam on de reever near me + For fear we 're sure to be drownin' soon. + + To-night I can hear hees darn ole fiddle, + Playin' away on Joe Belair-- + Can hear heem holler, "Pass down de middle + An' dance on your partner over dere." + +[Illustration: "To-night I can hear hees darn ole fiddle, + Playin' away on Joe Belair."] + + Pleasan' t'ing too, for to smell de w'isky + Off on de leetle back room--ba oui-- + Helpin' de ole folk mak' dem frisky, + Very pleasan' for dem, but not for me-- + + Oh! it mak' me mad, an' I 'm tire tryin' + To show how I feel, an' it 's hard to tell-- + So I 'll geev' it up, for dere 's no good cryin'; + 'Sides w'at is de use of a two-mile smell? + + Non!--I don't go dere if dey all invite me, + Or de worl' itse'f--she come to an' en'. + De Bishop hese'f, ba Gosh! can write me, + But Jo-seph Belair, he 's no more ma frien' + + Can't fin' me dere if de sky come down, sir, + I rader ma girl she would never dance-- + But far away, off on de Yankee town, sir, + I 'll tak' dem w'ere mebbe dey have a chance. + + An' reever an' cove, dough I 'll not forget dem, + An' voyageurs too, an' Joe Belair, + Can do w'at dey lak, an' me--I 'll let dem + Go w'ere dey want to, for I don't care. + + + + +[Illustration: Border] + +A Rainy Day in Camp + + A rainy day in camp! how you draw the blankets closer, + As the big drops patter, patter on the shingles overhead, + How you shudder when recalling your wife's "You ought to know, sir, + That it 's dangerous and improper to smoke a pipe in bed." + + A rainy day in camp! is it possible to find better? + Tho' the lake is like a caldron, and aloft the thunder rolls; + Yet the old canoe is safely on the shore where you can let her + Stay as long as Jupiter Pluvius in the clouds is punching holes. + + A rainy day in camp! and the latest publication + That the mice have left unnibbled, tells you all about "Eclipse," + How the Derby fell before him, how he beat equine creation, + But the story yields to slumber with the pipe between your lips. + + Wake again and turn the pages, where they speak of Lester Wallack + And the heroes of the buskin over thirty years ago-- + Then in case the damp surroundings cause an inconvenient colic, + What 's the matter with the treatment neutralizing H(sub 2)O? + + A rainy day in camp! what an interesting collection, + In this magazine so ancient, of items small and great-- + The History of the Negro, illustrating every section, + So different from the present White House Colored Fashion Plate! + + A rainy day in camp! and you wonder how the C. P. + And the G. T. competition will affect the Golden West-- + But these problematic matters only tend to make you sleepy, + And again beneath the blankets, like a babe you sink to rest. + + Cometh now the giant moose heads, that no eye of man can number-- + Every rain-drop on the roof-tree is a plunging three-pound trout-- + Till a musk ox in a snow-drift turns and butts you out of slumber, + And you wake to hear Bateese say, "Dat 's too bad, + de fire 's gone out." + + A rainy night in camp! with the blazing logs before us, + Let the wolf howl in the forest and the loon scream on the lake, + Turn them loose, the wild performers of Nature's Opera Chorus + And ask if Civilization can sweeter music make. + + + + +[Illustration: Border] + +Josette + + I see Josette on de car to-day, + Leetle Josette Couture, + An' it 's easy tellin' she 's been away + On market of Bonsecour-- + 'Cos dere 's de blueberry on de pail + Wit' more t'ing lyin' about-- + An' dere 's de basket wit' de tail + Of de chicken stickin' out. + + Ev'ry conductor along de road + Help her de bes' he can, + An' I see dem sweat wit' de heavy load, + Many a beeg, strong man-- + But it 's differen' t'ing w'en she tak' hol', + Leavin' dem watchin' dere-- + For wedder de win' blow hot or cole + Josette never turn a hair. + + Wonderful woman for seexty-five-- + Smart leetle woman sure! + An' if he 's wantin' to kip alive + On church of de Bonsecour + De pries' he mus' rise 'fore de rooster crow, + Or mebbe he 'll be too late + For seein' dere on de street below, + Josette comin' in de gate. + + An' half of de mornin' she don't spen' dere + Hangin' aroun' de pew-- + Bodderin' God wid de long, long prayer-- + For bote of dem got to do + Plaintee work 'fore de day's gone by, + An' well she know--Josette-- + No matter how busy an' hard she try, + De work 's never finish yet. + + An' well he know it, de habitant, + Who is it ketch heem, w'en + He 's drivin' along from St. Laurent-- + For it 's easier bargain den-- + 'Cos if de habitant only sole + De whole of hees load dat way-- + Of course he 's savin' de market toll + An' not'ing at all to pay. + + Dey call her ole maid, but I can't tell--me-- + De chil'ren she has got: + No fader, no moder, dat 's way dey be-- + You never see such a lot-- + An' if you ax how she fin' de clothes + An' food for de young wan dere-- + She say: "Wit' de help of God, I s'pose; + An' de leetle shop down stair." + + Comin' an' goin' mos' all de tam, + Helpin' dem all along, + Jus' lak de ole sheep watch de lamb + Till dey are beeg an' strong-- + Not'ing lak dat I be seein' yet, + An' it 's hard to beat for sure-- + She say: "Wit' de help of God, I s'pose; + An' de leetle shop down stair." + +[Illustration: "So dat 's de reason dey call Josette + Leetle sister of de poor."] + + Comin' an' goin' mos' all de tam, + Helpin' dem all along, + Jus' lak de ole sheep watch de lamb + Till dey are beeg an' strong-- + Not'ing lak dat I be seein' yet, + An' it 's hard to beat for sure-- + So dat 's de reason dey call Josette + Leetle Sister of de poor. + +[Illustration: Josette] + + + + +[Illustration: Border] + +Joe Boucher + +Air--"Car si mon moine." + + Joe Boucher was a frien' of mine, + Joe Boucher was a happy man, + Till he tell a young girl he 'd lak to fin' + Some nice leetle wife for hees new cabane. + Now he 's los' hees life too, + All on account of de wife too, + An' I know you 'll be sorry 'bout dat poor feller, + I know you 'll be sorry for Joe Boucher. + + De nam' dat girl she 's Azeel-daw, + An' purty good worker, too, dey say-- + She don't lose chance for a brave garcon, + An' so she marry Joe Boucher. + Now he 's los' hees life too, + All on account of de wife too, + An' I know you 'll be sorry 'bout dat poor feller, + I know you 'll be sorry for Joe Boucher. + + Den off on de wood poor Joe he lef', + An' w'en he 's home wit' de bird in spring, + An' fin' leetle feller jus' lak hese'f, + Mebbe Joe don't dance an' Joe don't sing! + Now he 's los' hees life too, + All on account of hees wife too, + An' I know you 'll be sorry 'bout dat poor feller, + I know you 'll be sorry for Joe Boucher. + + Dat 's all very well till de fall come along, + An' Joe got to go on de bush encore, + But w'en he come back he sing no song, + For dere was two leetle baby more. + Now he 's los' hees life too, + All on account of de wife too, + An' I know you 'll be sorry 'bout dat poor feller, + I know you 'll be sorry for Joe Boucher. + + He don't say not'ing, but he t'ink beeg lot, + An' won't tak' a drink for two, t'ree day, + But not moche money poor Joe he got, + So off on de reever he 's goin' away. + Now he 's los' hees life too, + All on account of de wife too, + An' I know you 'll be sorry 'bout dat poor feller, + I know you 'll be sorry for Joe Boucher. + + W'en May come along dat beau garcon + He 's only gettin' anoder scare-- + For he know by de smile on Azeel-daw + She got t'ree fine new baby dere. + Now he 's los' hees life too, + All on account of de wife too, + An' I know you 'll be sorry 'bout dat poor feller, + I know you 'll be sorry for Joe Boucher. + + So he kill hese'f dead, dat beau garcon + He work so hard for de familee, + An' he say, "Too bad, but Azeel-daw, + I 'm sorry she marry poor man lak me." + Now he 's los' hees life too, + All on account of hees wife too, + An' I know you 'll be sorry 'bout dat poor feller, + I know you 'll be sorry for Joe Boucher. + + Now I know very well dat all poor man + He tak' some chance w'en he get marie, + So he better look out all de bes' he can, + Or he 'll be ketch lak Joe Boucher-- + Now he 's los' hees life too, + All on account of de wife too, + An' I know you 'll be sorry 'bout dat poor feller, + I know you 'll be sorry for Joe Boucher. + + + + +[Illustration: Border] + +Charmette + + Away off back on de mountain-side, + Not easy t'ing fin' de spot, + W'ere de lake below is long an' wide, + A nice leetle place I got, + Mebbe ten foot deep by twenty-two, + An' if you see it, I bet + You 'll not be surprise w'en I tole to you + I chrissen dat place Charmette. + + Dat 's purty beeg word, Charmette, for go + On poor leetle house so small, + Wit' only wan chimley, a winder or so, + An' no galerie at all-- + But I want beeg word, so de worl' will know + W'at dat place it was mean to me, + An' dere on de book of Jean Jacques Rousseau, + Charmette is de nam' I see. + + O ma dear Charmette! an' de stove is dere, + (Good stove) an' de wood-pile too. + An' stretch out your finger mos' anyw'ere, + Dere 's plaintee for comfort you-- + You 're hongry? wall! you got pork an' bean, + Mak' you feel lak Edouard de King-- + You 're torsty? Jus' look dere behin' de screen, + An' mebbe you fin' somet'ing-- + + Ha! Ha! you got it. Ma dear Charmette. + Dere 's many fine place, dat 's true, + If you travel aroun' de worl', but yet + W'ere is de place lak you? + Open de door, don't kip it close-- + W'at 's air of de mornin' for? + Would you fassen de door on de win' dat blows + Over God's own boulevard? + + You see dat lake? Wall! I alway hate + To brag--but she 's full of trout, + So full dey can't jump togeder, but wait + An' tak' deir chance, turn about-- + An' if you be campin' up dere above, + De mountain would be so high, + Very offen de camp you 'd have to move, + Or how can de moon pass by? + +[Illustration: "You see dat lake? Wall! I alway hate + To brag--but she 's full of trout."] + + It 's wonderful place for sure, Charmette, + An' ev'ry wan say to me-- + I got all de pleasure de man can get + 'Cept de wife an' de familee-- + But somebody else can marry ma wife, + Have de familee too also, + W'at more do I want, so long ma life + Was spare to me here below? + + For we can't be happier dan we been + Over twenty year, no siree! + An' if ever de stranger come between + De leetle Charmette an' me, + Den all I can say is, kip out de way, + For dynamite sure I 'll get, + An' affer dat you can hunt all day + For me an' ma dear Charmette. + + + + +[Illustration: Border] + +Lac Souci + + Talk about lakes! dere 's none dat lies in + Laurentide mountain or near de sea, + W'en de star 's gone off an' de sun is risin', + Can touch w'at dey call it Lac Souci, + Restin' dere wit' de woods behin' her, + Sleepin' dere t'roo de summer night-- + But watch her affer de mornin's fin' her, + An' over de hill-top shine de light. + + See w'ere de shadder sweep de water, + Pine tree an' cloud, how dey come an' go; + Careful now, an' you 'll see de otter + Slidin' into de pool below-- + Look at de loon w'en de breeze is ketch heem + Shakin' hese'f as he cock de eye! + Takes a nice leetle win' to fetch heem, + So he 's gettin' a chance to fly. + + Every bird dey mus' kip behin' heem + W'en he 's only jus' flap de wing, + Ah! dere he 's goin'--but never min' heem, + For lissen de robin begin to sing-- + Trout 's comin' up too!--dat 's beeg rise dere, + Four of dem! Golly! it 's purty hard case, + No rod here, an' dey 're all good size dere! + Don't ax me not'ing about de place. + + No use nobody goin' murder + T'ree an' four pounder lak dat, siree! + Wall! if you promise it won't go furder + I 'll tole you nex' summer--bimeby--mebbe-- + W'at is dat movin' among de spruce dere? + Sure as I 'm livin' dere 's 'noder wan too-- + Offen enough I 'm gettin' a moose dere, + Non!--it 's only a couple of caribou. + + Black duck so early? See how dey all come, + Wan leetle family roun' de ben'-- + Let dem enjoy it, wait till de fall come, + Dey won't be feelin' so happy den! + Smoke on de mountain? Yass, I can smell her-- + Who is it now, Jean Bateese Boucher? + Geev' me some tam, an' I 'll feex dat feller + Shootin' de moose on de summer day. + + W'at do you t'ink of a sapree beaver + Hittin' hees tail on de lake dat way? + Ought to be home wit' hees wife--not leave her + Workin' away on de house all day-- + Funny t'ing, too, how he alway fin' me + Sailin' along on de ole canoe, + Lookin' for sign--den bang! behin' me + An' down on de water--dat's w'at he do. + + Otter feeshin' an' bob cat cryin'-- + Up on de sky de beeg black hawk-- + Down on de swamp w'ere a dead log 's lyin', + Pa'tridge doin' hees own cake-walk! + If you never was see dem, hear dem-- + Tak' leetle tour on de Lac Souci, + An' w'enever you 're comin' near dem, + You 're goin' crazy de sam' as me. + + Talk about lakes of every nation, + Talk about water of any kin', + Don't matter you go over all creation-- + De Lac Souci she can beat dem blin'. + Happy to leev an' happy to die dere-- + But Heaven itself won't satisfy me, + Till I fin' leetle hole off on de sky dere + W'ere I can be lookin' on Lac Souci! + + + + +[Illustration: Border] + +Poirier's Rooster + + "W'at's dat? de ole man gone, you say? + Wall! Wall! he mus' be sick, + For w'en he pass de oder day, + He walk along widout de stick, + Lak twenty year or so-- + Fine healt'y man, ole Telesphore, + I never see heem sick before, + Some rheumateez, but not'ing more-- + Please tell me how he go." + + You 're right, no common t'ing for sure + Is kill heem lak de res'; + No sir! de man was voyageur + Upon de Grande Nor' Wes' + Until he settle here + Is not de feller 's goin' die + Before he 's ready by an' bye, + So if you want de reason w'y + I 'll tell you, never fear. + + You know how moche he lak to spik + An' tole us ev'ryt'ing about + De way de French can alway lick + An' pull de w'ole worl' inside out, + Poor Telesphore Cadotte! + He 's knowin' all de victory, + An' braves' t'ing was never be, + To hear heem talk, it 's easy see + He 's firse-class patriot. + + Hees leetle shoe store ev'ry night + Can hardly hol' de crowd of folk + Dat come to lissen on de fight, + An' w'en you see de pile of smoke + An' hear ole Telesphore + Hammer de boot upon hees knee, + You t'ink of course of Chateauguay, + An' feel dat 's two, t'ree enemy + Don't bodder us no more. + + But oh! dat evening w'en he sen' + De call aroun' for come en masse, + An' den he say, "Ma dear ole frien', + Dere 's somet'ing funny come to pass, + I lak you all to hear-- + You know dat Waterloo affair? + H-s-s-h! don't get excite, you was n't dere-- + All quiet? Wall! I 'll mak' it square, + So lissen on your ear. + + "I 'm readin' on de book to-day + (Some book, dey say, was guarantee), + An' half a dollar too I pay, + But cheap, because it 's tellin' me + De t'ing I 'm glad to know-- + Of course de w'ole worl' understan' + Napoleon fight de bes' he can, + But he 's not French at all, dat man, + But leetle small Da-go. + + "Anoder t'ing was mak' it show + Dere 's not'ing new below de sun, + Is w'en I 'm findin' as I go-- + Dat feller dey call Welling-ton, + He 's English? No siree! + But only maudit Irlandais! + (Dat 's right! dey 're alway in de way, + Dem Irish folk), an' so I say + I 'm satisfy for me. + + "It 's not our fault, dat 's all explain-- + Dere 's no use talk of Waterloo, + Not our affair--" an' off again + He hammer, hammer on de shoe, + An' don't say not'ing more, + But w'issle "Madame Isabeau," + Good news lak dat is cheer heem so-- + Den tak' a drink before we go, + De poor ole Telesphore! + + An' now he 's gone! Wall! I dunno, + Can't say--he 's better off meb-be, + Don't work so hard on w'ere he go-- + Dat 's wan t'ing sure I 'm t'inkin'--me-- + Unless he los' hees track. + But w'en dat boy come runnin' in + De leetle shop, an' start begin + On Poirier's rooster, how he win-- + I lak to break hees back. + + Poor Telesphore was tellin' how + Joe Monferrand can't go to sleep, + Until he 's kickin' up de row, + Den pile dem nearly ten foot deep, + Dem English sojer man-- + Can't blame de crowd dey all hooraw, + For bes' man on de Ottawaw, + An' geev' t'ree cheer for Canadaw, + De very bes' dey can. + + An' Telesphore again he start + For tell de story leetle more, + Anoder wan before we part, + W'en bang! a small boy t'roo de door + On w'at you call "full pelt," + Is yellin' till it reach de skies, + "Poirier's rooster got de prize, + Poirier's rooster got de prize, + An' win de Champion belt!" + + An' sure enough, he beat dem all, + Joe Poirier's leetle red game bird, + On beeges' show dey have dis fall,-- + De Yankee rooster only t'ird + An' Irish number two-- + We hear a jump, an' Telesphore-- + I never see de lak before-- + He flap hees wing upon de floor + An' cock a doodle doo! + + Dat 's finish heem, he 's gone at las', + An' never come aroun' again-- + We 'll miss heem w'en we 're goin' pas', + An' see no light upon de pane-- + But pleasure we have got, + We 'll kip it on de memory yet, + An' dough of course we 'll offen fret, + Dere 's wan t'ing sure, we 'll not forget + Poor Telesphore Cadotte! + + + + +[Illustration: Border] + +Dominique + + You dunno ma leetle boy Dominique? + Never see heem runnin' roun' about de place? + 'Cos I want to get advice how to kip heem lookin' nice, + So he won't be alway dirty on de face-- + Now dat leetle boy of mine, Dominique, + If you wash heem an' you sen' heem off to school, + But instead of goin' dere, he was playin' fox an' hare-- + Can you tell me how to stop de leetle fool? + + "I 'd tak' dat leetle feller Dominique, + An' I 'd put heem on de cellar ev'ry day, + An' for workin' out a cure, bread an' water 's very sure, + You can bet he mak' de promise not to play!" + + Dat 's very well to say, but ma leetle Dominique + W'en de jacket we put on heem 's only new, + An' he 's goin' travel roun' on de medder up an' down, + Wit' de strawberry on hees pocket runnin' t'roo, + An' w'en he climb de fence, see de hole upon hees pant, + No wonder hees poor moder 's feelin' mad! + So if you ketch heem den, w'at you want to do, ma frien'? + Tell me quickly an' before he get too bad. + + "I 'd lick your leetle boy Dominique, + I 'd lick heem till he 's cryin' purty hard, + An' for fear he 's gettin' spile, I 'd geev' heem castor ile, + An' I would n't let heem play outside de yard." + + If you see ma leetle boy Dominique + Hangin' on to poor ole "Billy" by de tail, + W'en dat horse is feelin' gay, lak I see heem yesterday, + I s'pose you t'ink he 's safer on de jail? + W'en I 'm lightin' up de pipe on de evenin' affer work, + An' de powder dat young rascal's puttin' in, + It was makin' such a pouf, nearly blow me t'roo de roof-- + W'at 's de way you got of showin' 't was a sin? + + "Wall! I put heem on de jail right away, + You may bet de wan is got de beeges' wall! + A honder foot or so, w'ere dey never let heem go, + Non! I would n't kip a boy lak dat at all." + + Dat 's good advice for sure, very good, + On de cellar, bread an' water--it 'll do, + De nice sweet castor ile geev' heem ev'ry leetle w'ile, + An' de jail to finish up wit' w'en he 's t'roo! + Ah! ma frien', you never see Dominique, + W'en he 's lyin' dere asleep upon de bed, + If you do, you say to me, "W'at an angel he mus' be, + An' dere can't be not'ing bad upon hees head." + + Many t'ank for your advice, an' it may be good for some, + But de reason you was geev' it is n't very hard to seek-- + Yass! it 's easy seein' now w'en de talk is over, how + You dunno ma leetle boy Dominique? + + + + +[Illustration: Border] + +Home + + "Oh! Mother the bells are ringing as never they rang before, + And banners aloft are flying, and open is every door, + While down in the streets are thousands of men I have never seen-- + But friendly are all the faces--oh! Mother, what can it mean?" + + "My little one," said the mother, "for many long, weary years-- + Thro' days that the sunshine mocked at, and nights + that were wet with tears, + I have waited and watched in silence, too proud to speak, and now + The pulse of my heart is leaping, for the children have kept the vow. + + "And there they are coming, coming, the brothers you never knew, + But, sightless, my ears would know them, so steady and firm and true + Is the tramp of men whose fathers trod where the wind blows free, + Over the heights of Queenston, and willows of Chateaugay. + + "For whether it be a thousand, or whether a single man-- + In the calm of peace, or battle, since ever the race began, + No human eye has seen it--'t is an undiscovered clime, + Where the feet of my children's fathers have not stepped + and beaten time. + + "The enemy at my threshold had boasted and jeered and cried-- + 'The pledge of your offsprings' birthright your children + have swept aside-- + They cumber the land of strangers, they dwell in the alien's tent + Till "home" is a word forgotten, and "love" but a bow unbent. + + "'Planners and builders of cities (were ever such men as these?), + Counsellors, guides, and moulders of the strangers' destinies-- + Conquerors, yet are they conquered, and this is the word and sign, + You boast of their wise seed-sowing, but the harvest they reap is mine.' + + "Ah! little the stranger knew me--this mocking but friendly foe, + The youngest mother of nations! how could the stranger know + The faith of the old grey mother,--her sorrows and hopes and fears? + Let her speak when her sons are tested, like mine, + for a thousand years! + + "Afar in the dim savanna when the dawn of the spring is near, + What is it wakes the wild goose, calling him loud and clear? + What is it brings him homeward, battered and tempest-torn? + Are they weaker than birds of passage, the children whom I have borne? + + "Nay! the streets of the city tremble with the tread + that shakes the world, + When the sons of the blood foregather, and + the mother flag flies unfurled-- + Brothers are welcoming brothers, and the voices that pierce the blue + Answer the enemy's taunting--and the children of York are true! + + "Wanderers may be, traitors never! By the scroll + of their fathers' lives! + The faith of the land that bore them, and the honour of their wives! + We may lose them, our own strong children, blossom and root and stem-- + But the cradle will be remembered, and home is aye home to them!" + + + + +[Illustration: Border] + +Canadian Forever + + When our fathers crossed the ocean + In the glorious days gone by, + They breathed their deep emotion + In many a tear and sigh-- + Tho' a brighter lay before them + Than the old, old land that bore them + And all the wide world knows now + That land was Canada. + + So line up and try us, + Whoever would deny us + The freedom of our birthright + And they 'll find us like a wall-- + For we are Canadian--Canadian forever, + Canadian forever--Canadian over all. + + Our fathers came to win us + This land beyond recall-- + And the same blood flows within us + Of Briton, Celt, and Gaul-- + Keep alive each glowing ember + Of our sireland, but remember + Our country is Canadian + Whatever may befall. + + So line up and try us, + Whoever would deny us + The freedom of our birthright + And they 'll find us like a wall-- + For we are Canadian, Canadian forever, + Canadian forever---Canadian over all. + + Who can blame them, who can blame us + If we tell ourselves with pride + How a thousand years to tame us + The foe has often tried-- + And should e'er the Empire need us, + She'll require no chains to lead us, + For we are Empire's children-- + But Canadian over all. + + Then line up and try us, + Whoever would deny us + The freedom of our birthright + And they 'll find us like a wall-- + For we are Canadian, Canadian forever, + Canadian forever--Canadian over all! + + + + +[Illustration: Border] + +Twins + + I congratulate ye, Francis, + And more power to yer wife-- + An' from Montreal to Kansas, + I could safely bet my life + Ye wor proud enough, I hould ye-- + Runnin' with the safety pins + Whin ould Mrs. Dolan tould ye, + "Milia murther! she has twins!" + + Ye might kill me without warnin'-- + Lay me out there on the shelf-- + For a sight of ye that mornin', + Throwin' bookays at yerself! + Faix! ye thought ye had a cinch there, + An' begob! so well ye might, + For not even with the Frinch there, + Twins like thim come every night! + + Francis, aisy now an' listen + To yer mother's brother James-- + Whin the twins ye go to christen, + Don't ye give thim fancy names-- + Irene--Edith--Gladys--Mavis-- + Cecil Rhodes an' Percival-- + If it 's names like that, Lord save us! + Don't live close to the canal! + + Michael Whalen of St. Lambert + Had a boy some years ago-- + Called him Clarence Montizambert-- + Where he got it I dunno-- + Monty used to have a brother + (_He_ was Marmaduke Fitzjames), + Killed himself some way or other + Thryin' to pronounce his names! + + Bet was three times in a minute, + An' he thrained hard for the same, + But the lad was never in it-- + Tho' they tell me he died game! + Well, sir!--Monty grew the height of + Fin McCool or Brian Boru-- + Truth I 'm tellin', but in spite of + Ev'rything poor Mike could do-- + + Divil a dacint situation + Monty got, but dhrive a hack, + At the Bonaventure station-- + 'T was the name that kept him back-- + Till his friend, John Reilly, tould him, + "Change the haythen name for Pat--" + Pathrick Joseph--now behould him + Walkin' dillygate! think o' that! + So be careful, Master Francis, + An' ye 'll bless yer uncle James-- + Don't be takin' any chances + With thim God-forsaken names! + + + + +[Illustration: Border] + +Keep Out of the Weeds + + No smarter man you can never know + W'en I was a boy, dan Pierre Nadeau, + An' quiet he 's too, very seldom talk, + But got an eye lak de mountain hawk, + See all aroun' heem mos' ev'ryw'ere, + An' not many folk is foolin' Pierre. + + Offen I use to be t'inkin'--me-- + How on de worl' it was come to be + He know so moche, w'en he never go + On college or school, ole Pierre Nadeau, + Feesh on de reever de summer t'roo, + An' trap on de winter--dat 's all he do. + + "Hi! boy--Hi! put your book away, + An' come wit' your uncle Pierre to-day, + Ketch hol' of de line an' hang on tight, + An' see if your moder won't cook to-night + Some nice fresh feesh for de familee," + Many a tam he was say to me-- + + An' den I 'm quiet, too scare to spik, + Wile Pierre he paddle me down de crick, + Easy an' nice he mak' her go + Close to de shore w'ere de bulrush grow, + W'ere de pike an' de beeg feesh lak to feed, + Deir nose stickin' out w'ere you see de weed-- + + "Lissen, ma boy," say Pierre Nadeau, + "To some of de t'ing you ought to know: + Kip a lookout on de hook an' line, + In case dey 're gettin' too far behin'; + For it 's purty hard job know w'at to do, + If de reever weed 's ketchin' hol' of you. + + "But if you want feesh, you mus' kip leetle close, + For dat 's w'ere de beeg feller come de mos', + Not on de middle w'ere water 's bare, + But near to de rushes over dere, + 'Cos dat was de spot dey alway feed-- + All de sam' you got to look out for weed. + + "Ho! Ho! a strike! let heem have it now-- + Gosh! ain't he a'kickin' heem up de row, + Pullin' so hard, never min', ma son, + W'en he go lak dat he was nearly done, + But he 's all right now, so don't be afraid, + Jus' hit heem again wit' de paddle blade. + + "Yass! over an' over, it 's good advice, + An' me, I know, for I pay de price + On w'at you call compoun' interes' too, + For larnin' de lesson I geev' to you, + Close as you lak, but, ma boy, tak' heed + You don't run into de beeg long weed. + + "An' by an' by w'en you 're growin' up, + An' mebbe drink of de black, black cup + Of trouble an' bodder an' dunno w'at, + You 'll say to you'se'f, 'Wall! I forgot + De lesson ole Pierre he know I need,' + W'en he say to me, 'Boy, look out for weed'-- + + "For de worl 's de sam' as de reever dere, + Plaintee of weed lyin' ev'ryw'ere, + But work aroun' or your life is gone, + An' tak' some chance or you won't get on, + For if you don't feesh w'ere de weed is grow, + You 'll only ketch small leetle wan or so-- + + "Dere 's no use sayin', 'I 'll wait an' see + If some of dem feesh don't come to me, + I 'll stay outside, for it 's pleasan' here, + W'ere de water 's lookin' so nice an' clear,' + Dat 's way you 'll never get w'at you need-- + Keep feeshin' away, but look out for weed." + + * * * * + + Dat was de lesson ole Pierre Nadeau + Tell to me offen, so long ago-- + Poor ole Pierre! an' I 'm tryin' too, + Tak' hees advice, for I know it 's true, + But far as it goes we 're all de same breed, + An' it 's not so easy kip out de weed. + +[Illustration: Honey bee] + + + + +[Illustration: Border] + +The Holy Island + + Dey call it de Holy Islan' + W'ere de lighthouse stan' alone, + Lookin' across w'ere de breaker toss, + Over de beeg grey stone; + Dey call it de Holy Islan,' + For wance, on de day gone by, + A holy man from a far-off lan' + Is leevin' dere, till he die. + + Down from de ole, ole people, + Scatter upon de shore, + De story come of Fader Jerome, + De pries' of Salvador + Makin' hees leetle house dere, + Wit' only hees own two han', + Workin' along, an' singin' de song + Nobody understan'. + + "All for de ship an' sailor + Out on de stormy sea, + I mak' ma home," say Fader Jerome, + "W'ere de rock an' de beeg wave be + De good God up on de Heaven + Is answer me on de prayer, + An' bring me here, so I 'll never fear, + But foller heem ev'ryw'ere!" + + Lonely it was, dat islan', + Seven league from de coas', + An' only de cry, so loud an' high, + Of de poor drown sailors' ghos' + You hear, wit' de screamin' sea gull; + But de man of God he go + An' anchor dere, an' say hees prayer + For ev'rywan here below. + + Night on de ocean 's fallin', + Deep is de fog, an' black, + As on dey come, to deir islan' home, + De sea-bird hurryin' back; + W'at is it mak' dem double + An' stop for a minute dere, + As if in fear of a soun' dey hear, + Meetin' dem on de air? + + Sweeter dey never lissen, + Magic it seem to be, + Hangin' aroun', dat wonderful soun', + Callin' across de sea; + Music of bell 's widin it, + An' foller it on dey go + High on de air, till de islan' dere + Of Salvador lie below. + + Dat 's w'ere de bell 's a-ringin' + Over de ocean track, + Troo fog an' rain an' hurricane, + An' w'enever de night is black; + Kipin' de vow he 's makin', + Dat 's w'at he 's workin' for, + Ringin de bell, an' he do it well, + De Fader of Salvador! + + An' de years go by, an' quickly, + An' many a sailor's wife + She 's prayin' long, an' she 's prayin' strong + Dat God he will spare de life + Of de good, de holy Fader, + Off w'ere de breakers roar, + Only de sea for hees companie, + Alone on Salvador. + + * * * * + + Summer upon de islan', + Quiet de sea an' air, + But no bell ring, an' de small bird sing, + For summer is ev'ryw'ere; + A ship comin' in, an' on it + De wickedes' capitaine + Was never sail on de storm, or gale, + From here to de worl's en'! + + "Geev' me dat bell a-ringin' + For not'ing at all, mon pere; + Can't sleep at night, w'en de moon is bright, + For noise she was makin' dere. + I'm sure she was never chrissen, + An' we want no heretic bell; + W'ere is de book? For you mus' look + An' see if I chrissen it well!" + + Leevin' heem broken-hearted, + For Fader Jerome is done, + He sail away wit' de bell dat day, + Capitaine Malcouronne; + An' down w'ere dead man 's lyin', + Down on de ocean deep, + He sink it dere, w'ile he curse an' swear, + An' tole it to go to sleep. + + An' t'ree more year is passin', + An' now it 's a winter night: + Poor Salvador, so bles' before, + Is sittin' among de fight + Of breaker, an' sea-bird yellin', + An' noise of a tousan' gun, + W'en troo de fog, lak a dreefin' log, + Come Capitaine Malcouronne! + + Gropin' along de sea dere, + Wonderin' w'ere he be, + Prayin' out loud, before all de crowd + Of sailor man on hees knee; + Callin' upon de devil, + "Help! or I 'm gone!" he shout; + "Dat bell it go to you down below, + So now you can ring me out + + "To de open sea, an' affer + I promise you w'at I do, + Yass, ev'ry day I 'll alway pray + To you, an' to only you-- + Kip me in here no longer, + Or de shore I won't see again!" + T'ink of de prayer he 's makin' dere, + Dat wicked ole capitaine! + + An' bell it commence a-ringin', + Quiet at firse, an' den + Lak tonder crash, de ship go smash, + An' w'ere is de capitaine? + An' de bell kip ringin', ringin', + Drownin' de breakers' roar, + An' dere she lie, w'ile de sea-birds cry, + On de rock of Salvador. + +[Illustration: Border] + + + + +[Illustration: Border] + +The Riviere des Prairies + + I see de many reever on de State an' ev'ryw'ere, + From Maine to California, New York to Michigan, + An' wan way an' de oder, I tell you I don't care; + I travel far upon dem as moche as any man-- + But all de t'ousan' reever I was never pass along, + For w'at dey call de beauty, from de mountain to de sea, + Dere 's wan dat I be t'inkin,' de wan w'ere I belong, + Can beat dem all, an' easy, too, de Riviere des Prairies! + + Jus' tak' de Hudson Reever, an' de Mississippi too, + Missouri, an' de res' of dem, an' oders I can't t'ink, + Dey 're all beeg, dirty places, wit' de steamboat gruntin' troo, + An' de water runnin' in dem is black as any ink, + An' de noises of dem reever never stoppin' night or day, + An' de row along de shore, too, enough to mak' you scare; + Not a feesh is wort' de eatin', 'less you 're starvin by de way, + An' you 're feeling purty t'orsty if you drink de water dere! + + So ketch de han' I geev' you w'ile I 'm on de humor now, + An' I bet you won't be sorry w'en you go along wit' me, + For I show you all aroun' dere, until you 're knowin' how + I come so moche to brag--me--on de Riviere des Prairies. + It 's a cole October mornin', an' de maple leaf is change + Ev'ry color you can t'ink of, from de purple to de green; + On de shore de crowd of blackbird, an' de crow begin' arrange + For de journey dey be takin' w'en de nort' win's blowin' keen. + + Quick! down among de bushes!--don't you hear de wil' goose cry + An' de honk de great beeg gander he was makin' up above? + On de lake dey call Two Mountain is de place dey 're goin' fly, + But only spen' de night-tam, for dey 're alway on de move; + Jus' see de shadder dancin' up an' down, up an' down, + You t'ink dem geese was passin' in an' out between de tree + W'en de branch is bendin' over on de water all aroun' + Now you see de place I 'm talkin', dat 's de Riviere des Prairies! + + Missouri! Mississippi! better wait till you go back-- + No tam for talk about dem w'en dis reever you can see, + But watch de cloud a-sailin' lak a racer on de track, + An' lissen to de music of de Riviere des Prairies-- + An' up along de shore dere, don't you envy Bord a Plouffe? + Oh! dat's de place is lucky, have de reever come so near-- + I 'm knowin' all de people, ev'ry chimley, ev'ry roof, + For Bord a Plouffe she never change on over feefty year! + + St. Martin's bell is ringin', can't you hear it easy now? + Dey 're marryin' or buryin' some good ole frien' of me, + I wonder who it can be, don't matter anyhow, + So long as we 're a-lookin' on de Riviere des Prairies. + Only notice how de sun shine w'en he's comin' out to peep, + I 'm sure he 's leetle brighter dan anyw'ere you see, + An' w'en de fall is over, an' de reever 's gone to sleep, + De w'ites' snow is fallin' on de Riviere des Prairies! + + I love you, dear ole reever, more dan ev'ry Yankee wan; + An' if I get de money, you will see me on de train, + Wit' couple o' t'ousan' dollar, den hooraw! it 's goodbye, John! + You can kill me if you ketch me leavin' Bord a Plouffe again. + But sometam it 'll happen dat a feller 's gettin' stop + Because he's comin' busy wit' de wife an' familee-- + No matter, if de good God he won't forget to drop, + Ev'ry day an' night, hees blessin' on de Riviere des Prairies! + +[Illustration: Border] + + + + +[Illustration: Border] + +The Wind that Lifts the Fog + + Over de sea de schooner boat + _Star of de Sout'_ is all afloat, + Many a fine brave feesherman + Sailin' away for Newfunlan'; + Ev'ry feller from St. Malo, + Dem is de boy can mak' her go! + Tearin' along t'roo storm or gale, + Never sparin' an inch of sail-- + + Down below w'en de night is come, + Out wit' de bottle an' t'ink of home, + Push it aroun' till bottle 's drain, + An' drink no more till we 're home again, + "Here 's to de win' dat lif' de fog, + No matter how she 's blowin', + Nort' or sout', eas' or wes', + Dat is de win' we love de bes', + Ev'ry sailor an' young sea dog, + Here 's to de win' dat lif' de fog + An' set de ship a-goin'." + + Flyin' over de wave she go, + _Star of de Sout'_ from St. Malo, + Never a tack, before she ran + Out on de bank of Newfunlan'-- + Drop de anchor, an' let her down, + Plaintee of comrade all aroun', + Feeshin' away till night is fall, + Singin' away wit' ev'ry haul, + "Here 's to de win' dat lif' de fog, + No matter how she 's blowin', + Nort' or sout', eas' or wes', + Dat is de win' we love de bes', + Ev'ry sailor an' young sea dog, + Here 's to de win' dat lif' de fog + An' set de ship a-goin'." + + * * * * + + _Star of de Sout'_--did you see de light + Steamin' along dat foggy night? + Poor leetle bird! anoder star + Shinin' above so high an' far + Dazzle you den, an' blin' de eye, + Wile down below on de sea you lie + Anchor dere--wit' your broken wing + How could you fly w'en de sailor sing + "Here 's to de win' dat lif' de fog + No matter how she 's blowin', + Nort' or sout', eas' or wes', + Dat is de win' we love de bes', + Ev'ry sailor an' young sea dog, + Here 's to de win' dat lif' de fog + An' set de ship a-goin'"? + + + + +[Illustration: Border] + +The Fox Hunt + + I'm all bus' up, for a mont' or two, + On account of de wife I got, + Wit' de fuss an' troublesome t'ing she do, + She 's makin' me sick a lot; + An' I 'm sorry dat woman was go to school + For larnin' de way to read, + Her fader an' moder is great beeg fool + For geevin' her more she need! + + 'Cos now it 's a paper ev'ry week, + Dollar a year, no less-- + Plaintee o' talkin' about musique, + An' tell you de way to dress; + Of course dat 's makin' her try to sing + An' dress, till it 's easy see + She 's goin' crazy about de t'ing + Dey 're callin'--Societee. + + Las' week, no sooner I come along + From market of Bonsecour, + Dan I 'm seein' right off, dere 's somet'ing wrong, + For she 's stannin' outside de door + Smilin' so sweetly upon de face, + Lookin' so nice an' gay-- + Anywan t'ink it 's purty sure case + She marry me yesterday. + + Can't wait a minute till supper's t'roo + Before she commence to go-- + "Oh! Johnnie, dere 's somet'ing I mus' tole you-- + Somet'ing you lak to know-- + To-morrow we 're goin' for drive aroun' + An' it won't be de heavy load, + Jus' me an' you, for to see dem houn' + T'row off on de Bord a Plouffe road." + + "Denise, if dat was de grande affaire + On w'at you call a la mode-- + Lookin' dem fox dog stannin' dere + T'row off on de Bord a Plouffe road, + You can count me out!" An' she start to cry-- + "You know very well," she say, + "I don't mean dat--may I never die + But you 're a beeg fool to-day! + + "Johnnie, to-morrow you 'll come wit' me + Watchin' dem run de race, + Ketchin' de fox--if you don't, you see + We 're bote on de beeg disgrace. + Dey 're all comin' out from de reever side, + An' over from Beaurepaire, + Seein' de folk from de city ride, + An' ev'rywan 's sure be dere." + + All right--an' to-morrow dere's two new shoe, + So de leetle horse mak' de show, + Out wit' de buggy: de new wan too, + Only get her ten year ago-- + An' dere on de road, you should see de gang + Of folk from aroun' de place, + Billy Dufresne, an' ole Champagne, + Comin' to see de race, + + Wit' plaintee of stranger I never see, + An' some of dem from Pointe Claire, + All of dem bringin' de familee, + W'enever dere 's room to spare. + Wonderful sight--I 'm sure you say-- + To see how Societee + (W'atever dat mean?) she got de way + Of foolin' de w'ole contree. + + Den I 'm heetchin' de horse on de fence, for fear + Somebody run away, + So man wit' de bugle he 's comin' near, + An' dis is de t'ing he say-- + "You see any fox to-day, ma frien', + Runnin' aroun' at all, + You know any place he got hees den? + For we lak it to mak' de call." + + An' me--I tell heem, "You mus' be wrong, + An' surely don't want to kill + De leetle red fox, about two foot long, + Dat 's leevin' below de hill; + Jompin' de horse till he break hees knee, + Wile spotty dog mak' de row, + For a five-dollar fox? You can't fool me-- + I know w'at you 're wantin' now! + + "You hear de story of ole Belair, + He 's seein' de silver fox + W'enever he 's feeshin' de reever dere, + Sneakin' along de rocks." + But ma wife get madder I never see, + An' say, "Wall! you _mus'_ be green-- + Shut up right away," she 's tellin' me, + "It 's de leetle red fox he mean!" + + So me--I say not'ing, but watch de fun--- + An' spotty dog smell aroun' + Till dey start to yell, an' quick as a gun + Ev'rywan 's yellin', "Foun'!" + An' de way dey 're goin' across de fiel', + De lady in front, before, + Dunno, but I 'm willin' to bet good deal + Somebody mus' be sore! + + Over de fence dey 're jompin' now, + Too busy for see de gate + Stannin' wide open, an' den dey plough + Along at a terrible rate; + All for de small red fox, dey say, + Only de leetle fox, + You 're buyin' for five dollar any day, + An' put heem on two-foot box. + + I 'm foolish enough, but not lak dat-- + Never lak dat at all, + Sam' as you see a crazy cat + Tryin' to climb de wall; + So I say to ma wife, I 'm satisfy + On ev'ryt'ing I was see, + But happy an' glad, until I die, + I 'm not on Societee! + + Losin' a day on de fall 's no joke, + Dat 's w'at I 'm tellin' you, + Jus' for de pleasure of see dem folk + Dress up on de howdy do; + So I 'm sorry you go to school, + Larnin' de readin' dere-- + Could do it mese'f, an' play de fool, + If money I got to spare. + + But potatoes a dollar a bag, + An' easy to sell de load, + Watchin' de houn' to see heem wag + Hees tail, on de Bord a Plouffe road + Foolin' away w'en de market 's good + For seein' Societee + Chasin' de leetle fox t'roo de wood + Wit' crazy folk!--no siree! + + + + + + + + + + + +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.txt or 20609.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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