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I! \ ¥ '.;i / : if ' I . i •-1 \ ,j * If vf I t 1 II- ■yW CONTENTS johxxie courtea The Corourov Road The Cure of Calumette The Ovster Schooner My Little Cabane Bateese the Luckv Man The Hii.i, of St. Sebastien Marie Louise The Old House and the New The Canadian Country Doctor MoN Frf.re Camh.le . The Haimtant's Summer Little Lac Grenier . The Winuigo National Policy Autumn Days >L\DELEINE VeRCHERES The Rose Deli ma V >3 19 23 28 31 35 40 47 52 59 ^'5 (>1 77 81 84 9« i j'^ 1 ? VI Contents Little Mouse Strathcona's Horse . Johnnie's First Mouse The Old Pine Trke . LiiTi-E Hateese . Donal' Camphell The DuiiLiN Fusilier . Dreams The Old Sexton . Child Thoughts . Bati ese and his Little Decoys Phil-o-Rum's Canoe . The Log Jam The Canadian ^L^GI'IE The Red Canoe . Two Hundred Years Ago . rACE 102 1 06 108 113 116 118 121 126 128 "35 140 145 151 155 157 I William !i'-iiiy Dnmimond. I ' ( .1 l I ! . » u If i'i' IS "IP mi jce. r 4 28 32 38 SO 60 66 VIII Illustrations "Was it Winc; ok Fi.yin' Wii.' IlikU Siki.k i)E Winder as n I'ass?" "So LoN(; AS SHE CAN See Kii' Wah min ON DAT Schooner till at Las' she's (loNE AWAV " .... "De Cloud is Hide de M«)on ult dere's I'l.AiNTEE Light ahove. Steady John NiE, Steady — Kir your Head down Low" "An' liEfORE HE CAN KeTCH HER, I'-S-S- I SHE 's DOWN DE RoAD " . Winter Lot-ioiNu Ca-mi- rAr.g 76 96 108 >52 k Kememl)cr wlu'ti thi-»i' tales ymi nail Of riidf l)ui li(mt;>t "Canaycn," That Jolift, l,a Veraiulrye, I. a Salic, Maniiiitti-. ami Ikniu'iiin \Wf ill true "Canayiii" thcm«tlv ■» — And in their veins the same red stream The tunciuerin^ Moml of Ncinandie Flowed stroni;, and gave America Coureurs de Luis and voyajjeurs Whose trail extends from sea to -ea ' b ml I Johnnie Coiirteau i»'i ■u' ll m : i Johnnie Courteau JOHNNIE Courteau of de mountain Johnnie Courteau of de hill Dat was de boy can shoot de gun Dat was de boy can jomp an' run An' it 's not very offen you ketch heem still Johnnie Courteau! Ax dem along de reever Ax dem along de shore Who was de mos' bes' fightin' man From Managance to Shaw-in-i-gan ? De place w'ere de great beeg rapide roar, Johnnie Courteau ! Sam' t'ing on ev'ry shaintee Up on de Mekinac Who was de man can walk de log, W'en w'ole of de reever she 's black wit' fog An' carry de beeges' load on hees back ? Johnnie Courteau! On de rapide you want to see heeir If de raf she 's swingin' roun' 3 \ V ;1 H ^k ^1 ( ^14 if'" I Mil t H Johnnie Courteau An' he -s yellin' " Hooraw Bateesc! good man!" , . \Vv d= oar come double on hecs han :;-e„he.™a«„-da.,ar«o^fl,.n^^-^^^, An' Tcte de Boule chief can tolc you De feller w'at save hees life Wen beeg moose ketch heem "P-^ ^^/^ , Who 's shootin dat moose on de head sapre An' he only have pike pole wif heem On Lac a la Tortue Wen he meet de bear com.n doun de But de bear very soon is get hees filL An' he sole dat skin for ten d^oll.^^^^^^ Ohhenevorwasscarefornofing Lak de ole coureurs de bois. But Wen he 's gettin' hees w.nter pay ne bes" t'ing sure is kip out de way or he 's ^oin' right off on de Hip Hooraw ! horhes^o, „ Johnnie Courteau'. Den pullin' hees sash aroun' heem lie dance on hees bottesauvage An'shout-AUaboar'ifyouwanttof^ght. i: 11 ■i* ■■\4 i! ilit Johnnie Courtcau 5 VVall! you never can see de finer sight \V en he go lak dat on de w'ole village! Joh.inie Courteau ! Hut Johnnie Courteau get marry On Philomene Beaurepairc She -s nice leetle girl was run de school On w at you call Parish of Sainte Ursule An he see her off on de pique-nique dere Johnnie Courteau! Den something come over Johnnie W'en he marty on Philomene For he stay on de farm de w'ole year roun' He chop de wood an' he plough de groun' An he s quieter feller was never seen, Johnnie Courteau ! An' ev'ry wan feel astonish From La Tuque to Shaw-in-i-gan W'en dey hear de news was go'in' aroun' Along on de reever up an' down How wan leetle woman boss dat beeg man Johnnie Courteau: He never come out on de evenincr Ng matter de hard we try 'Cos he stay on de kitchen an' sing hees song A la «..„ire fontaine, M'cn allant promener, J'ai trouve I'eau si belle m } I v.\ II i I-' 1 I 7 .1 .***i ImiM 6 Johnnie Courtcau Que je m'y suis baigner ! ^ Lui v"a longtemps que je t a.me Jamais je ne t'oublierai. Rockin' de cradle de Wole "'8^^ long ?n^aby's asleep on de^wec^-^^^^^^^^^ An- de house, wall! I wish you see it De place she 's so nice an clean M^:- wipe your foot on deout^^^^^^^^^^^ Vnu 're dead man sure if you spii on An Philomene watch de monee An put it all safe away On very good place; I dunno were But anyhow nobody see it dere So shea's buyin new farm d^enoder^d^^^^^^^^^^ l)v m.)s' bos' fijihtin' man." k '. 'f i I I -I! .rl A In t'j ^ m ui ■> ( l! V f ■s The Corduroy Road rvn corduroy road go bompcty bomp. L/ t^e corduroy road go jompcty jomp. i e hoL' WM '"^ ^'"""-^ upset heesLd De horse dat 11 trot on de corduroy road. Of course it -s purty rough, but it's handy I «ng enough ^ An- dey mak' it u-if de log all jine togeder U en dey strek de swampy groun' Were de water hang aroun* Or passin' by some tough ole beaver medder. ^^"' wise "°* '"""^^'"'^'^' «° 'f you -re only Vou^^wmtak' your tam an- never min-de For de corduroy is bad. an' will n^ak' you plamtee mad ^ % de way de buggy jomp. in case you hurry. 7 > 'il I. n i ' 8 The Corduroy Road An' I 'in sure you don't expec' leetlc Victorine Leveque She was knowin" inoche at all about dem places, 'Cos she 's never dere before, till youn^' Zeph- irin IMadore He was takin* her away for see de races. O, I wish you see her den, dat 's before she marry, w' en She 's de fines' on de Ian' but no use talkin' I can bet you w'at you lak, if you meet her you look back Jus' to watch de fancy way dat girl is walkin'. Vass de leetle Victorine was de nices* yirl be- tween De town of Yamachiche an' Maskinonge, Hut she 's stuck up an' she 's proud, an' you '11 never count de crowd Of de boy she geev' it w'at dey call de conge. Ah! de moder spoil her sure, for even Joe D'Amour Wen he 's ready nearly ev'ry fing to geev her If she mak' de mariee, only say, " please go away " An' he 's riches habitant along de reever. n ill B^ "O, I wish you see her den. !'■ I\ f: 1 I < 'I i I 'li^ ( ( ! / i ij h ■I '"**»-. &-f^^f: , t i if . .,'^«:' .*--?;-, vf^r;:;. ' I i! I '* n tjj The Corduroy Road 9 Zcphirin ].e try it too. an" he 's workin' some t inj,' new for he s makin- de ole woman manv prescn' r.ze package on de train, umbrella for de rain iiut she s grompy all de tam. an' never pleasan . Wall. w-en,. ax Ma-dame tak' de ,iH away See dem races on Sorel wif all de trotter Ue moder sav " All ricrl,f if u • . '^y ^ui ngiit If you hnntar *» "" '•'= '"° '"»<■■ l«« "as b«ti„' Sore-: Molly. "■! . I -!■ I 'I jl i\ i \\ (i / (' IS lO The Corduroy Road Victorine don't min' at all. till de " free for all " dey call Dat 's de las' rrice dey was run before de snow fly Den she say " I t'ink de cow mus' be gettin home soon now An' you know it 's only clock ole woman go by. An' if we 're comin' late w'en de cow pass on de gate You '11 be sorry if you hear de way she talk dcre, So w'on I see de race on Sorel or any place Affer dis, you may be sure I got to walk dere. Den he laugh dat Zephirin, an' he say " Your poor mama I know de pile she t'ink about her daughter So we '11 tak' de short road back on de cor- duroy race track Don't matter if we got to sweem de water. No wonder he is smile till you hear heem half For dat morning he was tole hees leetle broder Let de cattle out de gate, so he know it s purty late By de tam dem cow was findin' out each oder. So along de corduroy de young girl an' de boy Dey was kipin' up a joggin' nice an' steady i^' J N The Corduroy Road II It is n't heavy load. a„' Guillaume he knov. dt road For many tam he 's been dat way already. ""' ttgf ' '^' '^"' '' ''°''' •''° ^^^ ^-^ d^ boy Sometjng better dan a mile on fifteen minute An he s touch heem up Guillaume; so dat horse he lay for home An' de nex' fing Victorine she know she 's m It. si i ,1;' O, pull h.mm.- she yell, "for even on Sorel am sure I never see de quicker racer," «ut .t s leetle bit too late, for de horse is get hees gait *• An- de worse of all ba gosh! Guillai pacer. lume s a i See hees tail upon de air. no wonder she was scare But she hang on lak de winter on T'ree Keever. Cryin- out-" please hoi' me tight, or I 'm comm dead to-night An' ma poor ole moder dear. I got to leave 1 5 ^■f am 12 The Corduroy Road Wit' her arm aroun' »^"es wais" ; she was doin' it in case She bus' her head, or keel herse'f, it "s not so easy sayin' Dey was comin' on dc jomp t'roo dat dam ole beaver swamp An' meet de crowd is lookin' for dem cow was go a-strayin'. Den she 's cryin*. Victorine, for she 's knowin' w'at it mean Do parish dey was talkin' firse chances dey be gcttin', Hut no sooner dat young man stop de horse. he tak" her han' An' w'isper " never min', ma chere, won't do no good a-frettin'." Non! she is n't cryin' long, for he tole her it was wrong She 's sure he save her life too, or she was moche mistaken. An' de ok Ma-dame Leveque also kiss heem on de neck An' quickly affer dat Hooraw! de man an' wife dey 're makin'. ( .' " Little Fader O'Hara. de Curd of Calumette." n. ^''i (iS m 1 , 'i r il nam . Mr' ' u J, I f I V 1 ' i! ' ^' t".- (;^!.^^^^^ L-^.-'^^ M ii .n The Ciir^ of Calumette r\r-:RE -S no voya^^cur on dc rcevcr never L^ run hces canoe d ecorce Irooderoaran'derushofderapide.u-oreit jump lak a beej,.u-'ite horse. uearwatyou callraciuette <-an beat leetle Fader Ollari .\.. r- • r r* I ^' w ii.ira, (jc Lure of Calumette. IS pure Canayenne Not offen dat stock .; to^edder. but .she 's nnc combination mi fri nen » I ; r' ili ;■ ■^ i i* 14 The Cure of Calumette For de Irish he 's full of de devil, an' de French dey got savoir faire, Dat *s mak' it de very good balance an' tak' you mos' ev'ry w'ere. But dere 's wan t'ing de Cure wont stan' it; mak" fun on de Irlandais An' of course on de French we say not'ing, 'cos de parish she 's all Canayen, Den you see on account of de inoder, he can't spik hese'f very moche, So de ole joke she s all out of fashion, an' wan of dem t'ing we don't touch. Wall! wan of dat kin' is de Cure, but w'en he be comin' our place De peop' on de parish all vv'isper, " How young he was look on hees face; Too bad if de wedder she keel heem de firse tain he got leetle wet, An' de Bishop might sen' beeger Cure, for it 's purty tough place, Calumette! " Ha! ha! how I wish I was dere, me, w'en he go on de mission call On de shaintee camp way up de reever, drivin' hees own cariole. I |^^ The Cure of Calumctie 15 An' he me^. . aggar' feller been drinkin', jus- enough mak' heem ack lak fou, Joe Vadeboncoeur, dey was call heem, an' he 's purty beeg feller too! h r Mebbe Joe he don't know it 's de Cure, so he 's hollerin', " Get out de way, If you don't geev me whole of de roadside, sapree! you go off on de sleigh." But de Cure he never say not'ing, jus' poule on de line leetle bit, An* w'en Joe try for kip heem hees promise, hees nose it get badly hit. i:f Maudit! he was strong leetle Cure, an' he go for Jo-zeph en masse An' w'en he is mak' it de finish, poor Joe isn't feel it firse class. So nex' tam de Cur^ he 's goin' for visit de shaintee encore Of course he was mak' beeges' mission never see on dat place before. An' he know more, I 'm sure dan de lawyer. an' dere 's many poor hab Is glad for see Fader O'H fink of de law )!tant ara, an ax w'at he 'I i6 The Cure of Calumctte Wen dey get leetle troub' wit' each oder, an' don't know de bes' t'ing to do, Dat 's makin' dem save plaintee monee, an' kip de good neighbor too. But w'en we fin' out how he paddle till canoe she was nearly fly An' travel racquette on de winter, w'en snow- dreef is pilin' up high For visit some poor man or woman dat's waitin' de message of peace. An' get dem prepare for de journey, we 're proud on de leetle pries' ! hit O! many dark night w'en de chil'ren is put away safe on de bed An' mese'f an' ma femme mebbe sittin' an' watchin' de small curly head We hear somet'ing else dan de roar of de ton- der, de win' an' de rain; So we 're bote passin' out on de doorway, an' lissen an' lissen again. An' it *s lonesome for see de beeg cloud sweep- in' across de sky An' lonesome for hear de win' cryin' lak some- body 's goin' to die, The Cure of Calumette ,1 '7 But de soun' away down de valley, creepin" aroun' de hill All de tain gettin* closer, closer, dat "s de soun' mak* de heart stan' still! It 's de bell of de leetle Cur6, de music of deat' we hear, Along on de black road ringin", an" soon it was comin' near Wan minute de face of de Curd we see by de lantern light. An' he 's gone from us, jus' lak a shadder, into de stormy night. An' de buggy rush down de hill side an' over de bridge below. Were creek run so high on de spring-tam, w'en mountain t'row off de snow. An' so long as we hear heem goin', we kneel on de floor an' pray Dat God will look affer de Cure, an' de poor soul dat 's passin' away. I dunno if he need our prayer, but we geev' it heem jus' de sam'. For w'en a man 's doin' hees duty lak de Cure do all de tam V I,. .It 15- j I i t -i \h id I m ; ! : I ! , '{ .;) J ^:^ i8 The Cure of Calumette Never min' all de t'ing may happen, no matter he 's riche or poor Le bon Dieu was up on de heaven, will look out for dat man, I 'm sure. I 'm only poor habitant farmer, an' mebbe know not'ing at all, But dere 's wan t'ing I 'm alway wishin', an' dat 's w'en I get de call For travel de far-away journey, ev'ry wan on de worl' mus' go He '11 be wit' me de leetle Cur6 'fore I 'm leffin' dis place below. For I know I '11 be feel more easy, if he 's sittin' dere by de bed An' he '11 geev' me de good-bye message, an' place hees ban' on ma head, Den I '11 hoi' if he '11 only let me, dat han' till de las' las' breat' An' bless leetle Fader O'Hara, de Cure of Calumette. Ik •if The Oyster Schoon er Vy-AT s all dem bell a ringin' for can V y hear dem ev'ry were ? ' '"" ^"cor.dr>"'°°''^°^"'^^-^v-de, O ! de reason dev 'vp «rw u waitin' dereLday ""'' " "= "^^ '- Is bec^^sde oyster «h„o„er .she •ssan.V up,, Affer she was, W de anchor o„ TTee Reever. '"1CLC".^='--^^— -,y ^'"■marX/^"°'"°^'''~'>--''a„ .\ ( i § ^t; iM I II » i. u 20 The Oyster Schooner Wall ! ax dc crowd dat question w'ile dey 're waitin' dere to-day. So glad to see La Belle Marie sailin' up de bay, An' dey '11 drown you on de water, so you '11 know about de way She was t'rowin' out de anchor on T'ree Reever. Dere 's ole Joe Lachapelle, he 's blin', can hardly see at all, He 's bring de man got wooden leg call Jimmie Sauriol, An' bote dem feller jomp aroun' lak mooshrat on de fall. For dey know de schooner 's comin', she 's sailin' up de bay, An' de reason she don't hurry w'ile dey 're waitin' dere to-day, Is becos she 's full of oyster, will quickly pass away Wen dat schooner t'row de anchor on T'ree Reever. We 've trottin' race las' winter, an* circus on de spring, Wit' elephan' an' monkey too, all playin' on de ring, But beeger crowd she 's comin' now, for w'y ? it 's differen' t'ing, (I The Oyster Schooner De. .n^elHe .a,pec,ue oy.„ an' cara„„«,e Wc,^da.^,choo„„ .Vo. de ancho. on T™ '''MVar"''"""''-''''^"''^'""'^" T.ndem oyster she was fini* on TTeeRoevcr. " All aboar'— comment c-i r-, r .• "' ,llXr ^°" "-^^ ^-■" '-■' C..ra. f"l i i .11 .< it I J 22 The Oyster Schooner So dey ketch dat oyster schooner, she s sailin' up de bay, Dey ketch her an* dey hoi' her till de oyster 's gone away An' she 's two foot out de water l,a Belle Marie nex' day Affer she was t row de anchor on T'ree Reever. I I n r 1 .»'-ft-* ■^sm-:* •S"*^ 1- - •>; >-^..C^ Leetle Caban* M s.ttm' to-night on ma leetle ca- '/'>' A . ^ '""'■^ ^-'PP'" '^^^ ^^ king. ^^^ An ev ry corner 's ringin* out wif musique de ole stove sine n,eardecryofde winter win', for de'storm. sate s open wide «ut I don't care nofing for win' or storm so long I was safe inside. i I.. hi \i X An desnowcomedownan'welos'ourse-f till mornm ,s bring de light, Vou t ink- we got place to sleep, mon chien lak de place ue got here to-night 23 ^ It i I I i 24 My Lcctlc Cabanc Onder de roof of de leetlc cabanc, w'erc fire she 's blazin' hiyh An' bed I mak' of de spruce tree branch, is lie oil de floor close by, 01 I lak de smell of dat nice ft .-sh bed, an' I dream of de summer tarn An' de spot w'ere de beejj trout jomp so moche down by de lumber dam. But lissen dat win', how she scream outside, mak me t'ink of de loup ^arou, VV'y to-night, mon chien, I be feelin' glad if even de carcajou Don't ketch hese'f on de trap I set to-day on de Lac Souris Let heem wait till to-morrow, an' den if he lak, I geev heem good chance, sapreel I see beeg cloud w'en I 'm out to-day, off on de nor'-eas' sky. An' she block de road, so de cloud behin", don't get a chance passin' by, An' I t'ink of boom on de grande riviere, w'en log 's fillin' up de bay. Wall! sam' as de boon"" on de spring-tam flood, dat cloud she was sweep away. My Lcctlc Cabanc 25 Dem loK 's very nice an' quiet, .so I„nij as de boom 's all ri-,'ht, Hut soon as .Ic boom geev way. Tenfant ! it 's tlen IS begin de fight. L>ey run do rapidc. an" jomp de rock, dey leap on de air an' dive, Can hear dem roar from de reever shore, jus' lak dey was all alive. I f'll 4-' i 1 ^ An' dat was de way wif de cloud to-day. de res of dem push aside For dey 're comi,.' fas' from de cole nor'-eas' an away froo de sky dey ride -hakin de snow as along dev go. lak grain from de farmer's han' Till to-morrovv you can't see no-ing at all. but smoke of de leetle cabane. I m glad we don't got no chimley, only hole on de roof up dere, An' spark fly off on w'„Ic of de worl', so dere 's no use gettin' scare, Mus' get more log! an' it 's lucky too. de wood pile IS stannin' near So blow away storm, for harder you go de warmer she 's comin' here— \ .*l I a 36 My Lectin Cabanc i I wonder how dey get dp. it. on chien. off on dc great beeg town. Were house is so }. ,.i, ar touch dc sky, mus' be danger ' I I'.lin down. An* worser too on i.i^ht lak dis, ketchin' dat terrible win OI Icetle small place ak 1. ole cabtnc was dc right place for - :a n ;. I s'pose dey got p) i ntec b . !er too, dcm feller dat 's be riche man. For dey 're never knmvin' w'cn t'icf may come an' steal all de t'ing he can An' dc monee was kip dem busy too, watchin' it night an* day, Dufino but we 're better off here, mon chien, wit' beeg city far away. For I look -)n de corner over dere, an' see it ma birch canoe, I look on de wall w'ere ma rifle hang along wit" Je good snowshoe, An' ev'ry t'ing else on de worl' I got, safe on dis place near me. An' here you are too, ma brave ole dog, wit' your nose up agen ma knee. My Lcctlc CabaiK a; An- here we be stay froo de summer day. w en cv ry t'ln^r •, Harm an- bnVht ^ On wmter too Wen do stormy win- blow lak she blow to.ni},'ht Jem feller dat 's be richc man I^or we re happy an* satisfy here, mon chlcn on .ur own Icetle .mall cabane r' i < 1 hf f I I ^Uuck/Man HE -S alway ketchin* dor^, an' he 's alwav ketchin' trout On de place w'ere no wan else can ketch at all He s ahvay ketchin' barbette, dat 's w'at you call bull-pout. An' he never miss de uil' duck on de fall. O! de pa'tridge do some skippin' w'en she see heem on de swamp For she know Bateese don't go for nofing dere, ** An' de rabbit if he 's comin', wall! you ou-ht to see heem jomp. *" VVy he want to climb de tree he feel so scare. Affer two hour by de reever I hear hees leetle song Den I meet heem all hees pocket full of snipe, 28 Bateesf he sneak along de sh ore. M I 1 r' h I fl ( i f h I Bateese, the Lucky Man 29 An- me. I go de sam' place, an" I tramp de w ole day long An- 1 m only shootin' two or t'ree. Ba Cripe ! ^!t! I start about de sun-rise, an' I put out ma decoy. An- I see Bateese he sneak along de shore. An before it s comin' break-fas', he 's holler on hees boy For carry home two dozen duck or more. I * I An' I 'm freezin' on de blin'_me-from four o clock to nine An' ev'ry duck she 's passin' up so high. Dere s blue-bill an' butter-ball, an' redthead. de fines' kin An' I might as well go shootin' on de sky. Don't see de node- feller lak Bateese was lucky man, ^ He can ketch de smartes' feesh sweem, An' de bird he seldom miss dem. let dem try de hard dey can VVy de eagle on de mountain can't fly away from heem. IS never 30 Bateese, the Lucky Man But all de bird, an' feesh too, is geev" up feelin' scare, An' de rabbit he can stay at home in bed. For he feesh an' shoot no longer, ole Jean Bateese Belair, 'Cos he 's dead. ■i\A.'A^ >'^^/"'^-' A^tl-'i';- 'fC" '1VV ^^'■t The Hill of St. Sebastien I °7b7 '" '"'"""' '"'"'>' ^"' "Wy dan For betler husban' dan ma own. it 's very hard to fin' ^ An' plain,« woman if dey go. sue), boy an' girl as me •'^ Would never have no troub' at all. an' noting on deir min' "ittm'au'"^^ ""• -=• -■ <'-="'■ ' '"o:t''atp;;"^''""-'"-'"-hn're„ Of tam I -m jus' lak dat m«='f. an' den de tear will fall "' For de hill of St, Sebastien i, very far away! Ie.eem^^sop.asa„'„'e„Ieomeoffl,ere.e„ , I ' * , i 32 The Hill of St. Scbastien De roughes' place is smoot' enough, de ciuickes' gait is slow For glad I am to foUer w'ere Louis lead de road But soinet'ing 's comin' over me, I feel it more an' more It 's alway pullin' on de heart, an' stronger ev'ry day. An* 01 I long to see again de reever an' de shore Were de hill of St. Sebastien is lookin' on de bay I I use to t'ink it 's fine t'ing once, to stan' upon de door An' see de great beeg medder dere, stretchin' far an' wide. An' smell de pleasan' flower dat grow lak star on de prairie floor. An' watch de spotted antelope was feedin' ev'ry side. How did we gain it, man an' wife, dis Ian' was no man's Ian' ? By rifle, an' harrow an' plow, shovel an" spade an' hoe De blessin' of good God up above, an' work of our own strong han' Till it Stan' on de middle, our leetle nes', w'ere de wheat an' cornfiel' grow. ^ I Oc cui Lilt now. \ \ •f ,1 !■ S I The Hill of St. Scbasticn 23 An' soon de chiTren fill de house, wit" muslfjue all day lout;, De sam* ma moder use to sinj,' on de cradle over mc, I m almos* sorry it 's be ma fault dcy learn dem ole tarn song Wat good is it tak* nie off lak dat back on ma own contree ? Till de reever once more I see a^jain, an' lissen it's current flow An* dere 's Hcrcule dc fcr.\- man comin' across dc bay ! Wat 's use of foolin* me lak dat - fo,- surely I mus' know De hill of St. Sebastien is very far away ! "i \ 4 Wen Louis ketch me dat summer night watchin* de sky above, Seein' de mountain an' dc lake, wit' small boat sailin' roun' He kiss me an' say-" Toinette. I 'm glad dis prairie Ian' you love For travel de far you can. ma belle, it s fines' on top de grouu" ! " Jus' w'en I 'm lookin' dat beeg cloud too, standin' dere lak a wall! Sam' as de hill I know so well, home on ma own contree, 34 The Hill of St. Sebastien Good job I was cryin* quiet den, an' Louis can't hear at all But I kiss de poor feller an' laugh, an' never say noting — me. 1 Wat can you do wit' man lak dat, an' w'y am I bodder so ? De firse t'ing he might fin' it out, den hees heart will feel it sore An' if he say " Come home Toinette." I 'm sure I mus' answer " No," For if I 'm seein' dat place again, I never return no more! So let de heart break— I don't care, I won't say not'ing — me — I '11 mak' dat promise on mese'f, an' kip it night an' day But O! Mon Dieu! how glad, how glad, an' happy I could be If de hill of St. Sebastien was not so far away! 4 '!|' I MARIE IX)UISE. DIS was de story of boy an' girl Dat 's love each oder above de worl' liut it 's not easy job for mak* I'amour W'en de girl she "s riche an' de boy he 's poor All de sam* he don't worry an' she don't cry. But wait for good chances come bimeby. .1 v Young Marie Louise Hurtubuise Was leev wit' her moder la veuve Denise On fines' house on de w'ole chemin From Caribou reever to St. Germain For ole woman 's boss on de grande moulin. 35 36 Marie Louise Were dere 's nice beeg dam, water all de tam An' season t'roo runnin' jus' de sam' Wit' good leetle creek comiii' off de hill Was helpin' de reever for work de mill So de grande moulin she is never still. No wonder Denise she was hard to please W'en de boy come sparkin' Marie Louise For affer de foreman Hazile is pay De mill she 's bringin' t'ree dollar a day An' for makin' de monee, dat 's easy way. An' de girl Marie, OI she 's tres jolie, Jompin' aroun lak de summer bee She 's never short plaintee t'ing to do An' mebbe she ketch leetle honey too, 'Cos she 's jus' as sweet as de morning dew. It i An' we'n she was dress on her Sunday bes' An' walk wit' her moder on secondc masse Dere 's not'ing is bring de young man so fas* An' dey stan' on door of church en masse So res' of de peop' dey can hardly pass. An' she know musique, 'cos on Chris'mas week W'en organ man on de church is sick (S'pose he got de grippe) dat girl she play Lak college professor, de pries' is say Till de place it was crowd nearly ev'ry day. Marie Louise 37 Ole Cure Belair of St. Pollinairc. Dat 's parish ten mile noder side riviere, If he 's not gettin' mad, it was funny ting Wen hees young man fly lak bird on de wing Wit' nobody lef behin' to sing. An' nex' t'ing dey know it 's comin' so Dat mos' of de girl she got no beau. An' of course dat 's makin' de jealousie For w'en de young feller he see Marie He see not'ing else on hees eye. sapree! Mus' be somet'ing done sure as de gun. It 's all very well for de boy have fun But dere 's noder t'ing too, must n't be forget. Dere 's two fine parish dat "s all upset An' mebbe de troub' is n't over yet. So ev'ry wan say de only way Is gettin' young Marie Louise mariee. Den dey have beeg meetin" on magasin, Were he sit on de chair Aleck Sanschagrin, An' dey 'point heem for go on de grandc moulin. *f But w'en Aleck come dere for arrange affaire, Ole Madame Denise she was mak' heem scare \i ij t 38 Marie Louise For jus' on de minute she see hees face She know right away all about do case An' she tole liazile trow heem off de place. Now de young Razile he was t'ink good deal Of Marie Louise an' he 's ready for keel Any feller come foolin' aroun' de door So he kick dat man till he 's feelin' sore, An' Aleck he never go back no more. If it 's true w'at dey say, Joe Boulanger Was crazy to fight Irish man wan day Wen he steal all de pork on hecs dinner can. Den it is n't so very hard onderstan' Hazile Latour mus' be darn smart man. ! r I # For nobody know de poor feller Joe Wen he 's come from de grande moulin below 'Cept hees moder, dat 's tole heem mak' prom- ise sure Kip off on de mill, an' Bazile Latour, (Hut it 's long before doctor can mak' heem cure). Den de ole Denise she was very please. All' nex' day spik wit' Marie Louise, M;i girl, I got de right man for you If you can only jus' love heem true, liazile dat young feller, I t'ink he 'II do." I I " Dvn dey have beeg ineetin" on magasin. V I f I H ' 5 J ■i c • 'i 1- i Marie Louise 39 " Wall! Moder he s poor, Hazile Latour, Hut if you tink you will lak heem sure I 11 try an' feex it mese'f some day For you Ve been de good moder wit* me alway " An' dat 's w'at Marie Louise she say. So it 's comin' right affcr all de fight, An' de parish don't see de more finer sight Dan w'en dey get marry on St. Germain W'y de buggy she 's pilin* de w'ole chemin All de way from de church to de grandc moulin. I , r u, i fl Bl' fl ii' 1. The Old House and the New Is it only twelve mont' I play dc fool, Vou 're sure it 's correc', ma dear ? I 'm ^'lad for hearin' you spik dat way For I t'ink it was twenty year, Since Icffin' dc Icetle ole house below, I mak' wit' ma own two han' For ^o on dat fine beeg place, up dere — "Mon Uieu I I 'm de crazy man I You 'member we 're not very riche, chcrie, Dat tarn we 're bejjinnin' life! Mese'f I 'm twenty, an' you cijjhteen Wen I m bringin' you home ma wife, 40 mk 'i The Old House ami the New 41 Many de worry an' troub" we got An* some of dcm was n't small, Hut not very lony dcy boddcr us For we work an' forget dcm all. An* you say " Dat 's not'inf,' at all M'sieu* Ma familce ^et dcm t'iii.L;, I su])posc it 's very loiifj tarn a^o, W'cn Louis Quatorze is Kinji, ^ An' you was de savin* woman too, iJere 's nobody beat you dere ! An' I laugh w'en I t'ink of de tarn you go Over on Trois Rivieres For payin* de bank — you know how motlie We 're owin* for dat new j)lace Wat was he sayin' de nice young man Smilin* upon hees face A W'en he got dat monee was all pure gole Come down on your familee For honder year an' mebbe more ? " Ma-dame you 're excusin' me. Hut w'ere wa;? you gettin' dis nice gole coin Of Louis Quatorze, hees tam Wit* hees face on back of dcm ev'ry wan ? For dey 're purty scase now, ^L-l.daln ? " I MlOtOCOrv IISOIUTION TBT CHART (ANSI and ISO TEST CHART No. 2) ta 12^ |M tii |a2 Hi 13^ IS |4£ u ■ 70 1.8 _^ APPLIED IIVMGE Inc S^P. ^653 East Main Street ^£ Rochester. New York 14609 uSA ^= (716) 482 - 0300 - Phone ^S (7'6) 288 - 5989 - Fok 42 The Old House and the New An' I 'm sorry poor feller he 's comin' dead An' not leevln' herf. to-day 'Cos man should be good on hees frien', M'sieu' Wen de monee he mak' dat wav." I * Yass, ev'ry wan know we 're workin' hard An' savin' too all dem year, Hut nobody see us starve ourse'f Dcre 's plaintee to eat, don't fear — Bimeby our chil'ren dcy 're growin' up So we 're doin' de bes' we can Settle dem off on de firse good chance An' geevin' dem leetle Ian'. An' den de troub' is begin to show Wen our daughter poor Caroline She marry dat lawyer on Trois Rivierts De beeges' fool never seen ! Alway come home ev'ry summer sure Bringin' her familee. All right for de chil'ren, I don't min' dem; But de husban' I sapree maudit ! I wish I was close ma ear right off Wen he talk of our leetle house Dough I know w'en familee's comin' home Dere is n't moche room for a mouse. ^ The Old House and the Xcw 43 He say " Riche man lak youse'f can't lecv' On shaintec lak dis below. Wen t'ousan' dollar will buil" fin' place Up on de hill en haut." i 1 1 An' he talk about j^allerie all aroun' Were we sit on de sumnier night Watchin' de star on de sky above Wile de moon she was shinin' bright. Could plant some ;ipple-tree dere, also, An' flower, an' I dunno w'at. An' w'en de sun he 's begin to rise Look at de view we got ! Den he bring 'noder feller from Trois Rivieres An" show w'at he call de plan For makin' dem house on de wole contree — Mon Dieu! how I hate dat man! 'Cos he 's talkin' away nearly all de tarn Lak trotter upon de race — Wall! affer a w'ile we mak' our min' For havin' dat nice new place. )' ^ So dey go ahead, an' we let dem go, But stuff dey was t'row away; I 'm watchin' for dat, an" I save mese f Mebbe twenty-five cent a dav, ! 44 The Old House and the New For you 're surely cheat if you don't tak' care \'ery offen we fin' dat 's true. An' affcr de house she was finish up, We "re geevin' it nam' Hellcvuc. O! yass. I know we enjoy ourse'f Wen our frien' dey was comin' roun' An' say " Dat 's very fine place you got; Dere 's not'ing upon de town, Or anyw'erc else for honder mile Dis house Bellevue can touch. An" den let de horse eat de garden fence Xon ! we don't enjoy dat so moche. An' of course we can't <:"v not'ing at all For it 's not correc' ..ig you know — Hut " Never min' dat, an' please come again, I 'm sorry you got to go." Haptcmel w'en I 'm seein' beeg feller bus' Our two dollar easy chair — Can't help it at all, I got to go Down on de cellar an' swear! An' w'ere did we leev' on lat belle maison ? Wan room an' de kitchen, dat 's all An' plaintee too for de man an' wife! An' you 'member de tam I fall The Old House and the New 45 Off on de yalleric wan dark ni<;ht, I los' .nese'f tryin' fin' De winder dere on de fjrande parloir, For closin" it up de blin* ? An* all de tarn de poor leetle house Is down on de road below, I t'ink she was jealous dat fine new place Up on de hill en haut, For O! she look lonesome by herse'f De winder all broke .m' rjone — No smoke on de chimley comin' nut Xo frien' stannin' dere — not wan. m You 'member too.w'en de fever come An' ketch us wan winter di.y ? Wat he call de shaintee, our son-in-law, Dat 's w'ere dey pass away Xavier, Zoo, an' Euchariste Our chil'ren wan, two, t'rce^ I offfn t'ink of de room dey die. An' I can't help cryin' — me. V So we '11 go on de ole house once aijain. Long enough vc been fool lak dis Never min' w'at dey say bimeby, ma chere But geev me de leetle kiss. 4 46 The Old House and the New- Let dem stay on dat fine new place up dere Our daughter an' son-in-law For to-morrow soon as de sun will rise We re grAn back home — Hooraw! ^ -*---"■•'-« -t -Ji THE CANADIAN COUNTRY DOCTOR. I STOSE mos' ev'ry body t'ink hees job 's I about de hardes' From de boss man on de Gouverncment to poor man on de town From de cure to de lawyer, an* de farmer to de school boy An* all de noder feller was mak* de worl" go roun*. ' Butdere 's wan man got hees han' full t'roo ev'ry kin' of weddcr An' he 's never sure of not'inj,' but work an* work away — Dat *s de man dey'call de doctor, w*en you ketch heem on de contree An* he 's only man I know-me. don*t got no holiday. 47 K I' 1 1 ! 4^ The Country Doctor If you 're comin' off do city spcn' de summer- tam among us An' you walk out on de morning w'en de leetlc bird is sing Mebbe den you see de doctor w'en he 's passin wit' hees buggy An' you t'ink " Wall! contree doctor mus' be very pleasan' t'ing " Driv'in' dat way all de summer up an' down along de reever Were de nice cool win' is blowin' among de maple tree Den w'en he 's mak' hees visit, comin* home before de night tarn For pass de quiet evening wit' hees wife an' familee." An' w'en off across de mountain, some w ^■ sick an' want de doctor " Mus' be fine trip crossin' over for v •■ de sun go down Makin' all dem purty color lak w'at you call de rainbow," Dat 's way de peop' is talkin' was leevin' on de town. The Country Doctor 49 Hut it is n't alway summer on de contrec, an' de doctor He could tole you many story of do storm dat he 's been in How hees coonskin coat come handy, wen de win' blow off de reever P'or if she 's sam' ole reever, she "s not alway sam' old win'. I An' de mountain dat 's so quiet w'en de w'ite cloud go a-sailin' All about her on de summer w'ere de sheep is feedin' high You should see her on December wen de snow is pilin' roun' her An' all de win' of winter come tearin' t'roo de sky. V O! le bon Dieu help de doctor w'en de mes- sage come to call heem From hees warm bed on dc night-tam for visit some poor man Lyin' sick across de hill side on noder side de reever An' he hear de mountain roarin' lak de beeg Shawinigan. I 50 The Country Doctor Ah! well he know dc warning but he can't stay till de morning So he 's hitchin' up I; 'is lectle horse an' put heem on burleau Den w'en he 's fecx de buffalo, an' wissle to hecs pony Away t'roo storm an' hurricane de contree doctor go. OI de small Canadian pony! dat 's de horse can walk de snowdreef. Dat 's de horse can fin' de road too he 's never been before Kip your heart up Icetle feller, for dere 's many mile before you An' it 's purty hard job tellin' w'en you sec your stable door. Yass! de doctor he can tole ) .if he have de tam for talkin' All about de bird was singin' before de sum- mer lef For he 's got dem on hees bureau an' he 's doin' it hcse'f ton An' dc las' tam I was dere, me, I see dem all mese'f. I'.itt it i> n't ,i!uav ^umiiicr on dc CMi-irc li i ! ili ! "If I I ■1' I': 1 1 I »J ¥^% ^ — rKEctNiCK a. coauMM- •'•• -5<^^ ■ I ' ' i, ■ v>. The Country Doctor 51 But about de way he travel t'roo de stormy night of winter Wen de rain come on de spring flood, an' de bridge is wash away All de hard work, all de danger dat was offen hang aroun' hcem Dat 's de tarn our contree doctor don't have very moche to say. ll For it 's purty olc. ole story, an" he alway have it wit' heem Ever since he come among us on parish Saint Mathieu An' no doubt he 's feelin' mebbe jus' de sam' as noder feller So he rader do hees talkin' about somet'ing dat was new. Mi I I' i Mon Frere Camllle MON frere Camille he was firse class blood Wen he come off de State las' fall, VVearin' hees boot a la mode box toe An' diamon' pin on hees shirt also Sam' as dem feller on Chi-ca\v-go; But now he 's no blood at all, Camille, mon frere. Wat 's makin' dat change on mon frere Camille ? Wall! lissen for minute or two. An' I '11 try feex it up on de leetle song Dat 's geevin' some chance kin' o' help it along So wedder I *m right or wedder I 'm wrong You '11 know all about heem w'en I get t'roo, Mon frere Camille. Mon Frcre Camille 53 He never sen' letter for t'orteen year So of course he mus' be all right Till telegraph 's comin' from Kan-Ka-Kee " I 'm leflfin' dis place on de half pas' t'ree Wat you want to bring is de bcs' buggee An' double team sure for me t'orsday night Ton frere Camille." :ir I wish you be dere w'en Camille arrive I bet you will say " Wat 's dat ? " Kor he 's got leetlc cap very lak tuciuc bleu Ole habitant 's wearin' in bed, dat 's true. An' w'at do you t'ink he carry too ? Geev it up ? Wall I small valise wit' de f.nc plug hat. Mon frere Camille. " Very strange." I know you will say right off, For dere 's no*:'ing wrong wit' hees clothes, An' he put on .tyle all de bes' he can Wit' diamon' shinin' across hees han' An' de way he 's talkin" lak Yankee man Mus' be purty hard on hees nose, Mon frere Camille. (I 1 It! Ill Hut he 'splain all dat about funny cap. An' tole us de reason w'y, : t iX n 9t !f 54 Mon Frerc Camiilf It seem no feller can travel far. An' specially too on de Pullman car, 'Less dey wear leetle cap only cos' dollarre, Dat 's true if he never die, Mon frcre Camille. Don't look very strong dem fancy boot Hut he 's 'splain all dat also He say paten' Icdder she 's nice an' gay You don't need to polish dem ev'ry day, Besides he 's too busy for dat ahvay. Wen he 's leevin' on Chi-ca\v-go. Mon frere Camille. hut de State she was n't de only place He visit all up an' down. For he 's goin' Cu-baw an' de Mex-i-co, Were he 's killin* two bonder dem wil" taureau. Wat you call de bull : on de circus show. O! if you believe heem he travel roun'. Mon frere Camille. So of course w'en ma broder was gettin' home All the peop' on de parish come Every night on de parlor for hear heem tell How he foller de brave Generale Roosvel' Wen rough rider feller dey fight lak hell An' he walk on de front wit' great beeg drum, Mon frere Camille. Mon Frere Camille 55 An' how is he "ainin" dat diamon' rinir ' Way off on dc Mcx-i-co Were he 's pilin' de bull wan summer day Till it 's not easy haulin' dt:m all away, An' de lady dey 're t'rowin' hceni large bouquet For dey lak de style he was k-eel taureau. Mon frere Camille. 1 .'! Wall! he talk dat way all de winter t'roo. An' hees frien' dey was tryin' fin' Some bull on de county dat 's wil' enou u ■ II l~-a^*^^ 64 The Habitant's Summer For dere 's no place lak our own place, don't care de far you 're goin' Dat 's w'at de whole worl's sayin*, w'enever dey come here, 'Cos we got de fines' contree, an' de beeges' reever flowin' An' le bon Dieu sen' de sunshine nearly twelve mont' ev'ry year. i/ I I Little Lac Grenier. (GREX-VAV) LEl-yrLE Lac Grenier, she 's all alone, Right on de mountain top, Hut cloud swecpin' by. will fin' tarn to stop No matter how quickly he want to <^'o, So he "11 kiss leetie Grenier down below. ^f| Leetie Lac Grenier. she 's all alone, Up on de mountain hiL,'h Hut she never feel lonesome, 'cos for w'y ? So soon as de winter was gone away De bird come an' sing to her ev'ry day. *•: €i I i ^ 66 Little Lac Grenier Leetle Lac Grenier, she 's all alone, Back on de mountain dere, But de pine tree an' spruce stan' ev'rywhere Along by de shore, an' mak' her warm For dey kip off de win' an' de winter storm ! Leetle Lac Grenier, she 's all alone, No broder, no sister near, hu'i de swallow will fly, an' de bceg moose deer An' caribou too, will go long way To drink de sweet water of Lac Grenier. Leetle Lac Grenier, I see you now, Onder de roof of spring Ma canoe 's afloat, an' de robin sing, De lily 's beginnin' her summer dress. An' trout 's wakin' up from hees long long res'. Leetle Lac Grenier, I m happy now. Out on de ole canoe, For I 'm all alone, ma chere, wit' you. An' if only a nice light rod I had I 'd try dat fish near de lily pad ! Leetle Lac Grenier, O ! let me go. Don't spik no more. For your voice is strong lak de rapid's roar^- An' you know youse'f I 'm too far away. For visit you now — leetle Lac Grenier! 1 ■ Vo drink dc ^wccl water of Lac Grcnicr." i I ^tl , - '41 lii ^ THE GO easy wit' de paddle, an" steady wit* de oar Geev rudder to de bcs' man you got among de crew. Let ev'ry wan be quiet, don't let dem sing no more Wen you see de islan' risin' out of Grande Lac Manitou. 67 1 68 The Windigo Above us on dc sky dere, de summer cloud may float Aroun' us on dc water dc ripple never show. But somet'ing down below us can rock de stronges' boat, Wen we 're comin' near de islan' of de spirit Windigo! De carcajou may breed dere, an* otter sweem de pool De moosh-rat mak' de mud house, an' beaver buil' hees dam An' beeges' Injun hunter on all de Tcte de Houle^ Will never set hees trap dere from spring to summer tarn. But he '11 bring de fines' presen' from upper St. Maurice De loup marin an* black-fox from ofT de Hodson Bay An' hide dem on de islan' an' smoke de pipe of peace So Windigo will help heem w'en he travel far away. We shaintee on dat islan' on de winter seexty- nine If you look you see de clearin' aroun' dc Coo Coo Cache, I; The Windigo 69 An' plcasan' place enough too .itnontj do spruce an' pine If foreman on do shaintee is n't Cypricn i'alache. Heejj feller, alway watchin' on hecs Icctle weasel eye, ])c yan<; dey can't do not'ing but he see dem purty «|uick Wit' hees " Hi dere, u'at you doin'?' ev'ry tarn he 's passin* by An' de bad word he was usin', wall I it offen mak' me sick. An' he carry silver w'issle wit' de chain aroun' hees neck For fear he mebbc los' it, an' ev'ry body say He mus' buy it from de devil w'en he 's passin' on Kcbeck IJut if it 's true dat story, I dunno how rrijche he pay. Derc "s plaintee on de shaintee can sin^ lak rossignol Pat Clancy play de fiddle, an" Jimmie Char- bonneau Was bring hees concertina from below St. Fereol So we get some leetlc pleasure till de long. Ion" winter lto. n ,1 \ fi .1! ifi 70 A t 1, i.l The Windigo liut if we start up singin' affer supper on de camp " Par dcrricrc chez ma tante," or " Mattawa wishtay," Dc boss he '11 come along den, an' put heem out de lamp, An' only stop hees swearin' w'en we all go marche coucher. We 've leetle boy dat winter from To-po-lo-be- lang Hees fader an' hees moder dcy 're bote A-ben-a-kee An' he 's comin', Injun Johnnie, wit' some man de lumber gang Was fin" heem nearly starvin' above on Lac Souris. De ole man an' de woman is tryin' pass de Soo W'en water 's high on spring tam, an' of course dey 're gettin' drown'. For even smartes' Injun should n't fool wit' birch canoe, W'ere de reever lak toboggan on de hill is runnin' down. So dey lef de leetle feller all alone away up dere Till lumber gang is kctchin' him an' bring him on de Cache, The Windigo 7« But better if he 's stayin' wit' de wolf an' wit' de bear Uan come an' tak' hees chances wit' Cyprien Talache. I wonder how he stan' it, w'y he never run away For Cyprien lak nec<;er he is treat heem all de sani' An' if he 's wantin' Johnnie on de night or on de day God help heem if dat w'issle she was below de secon' tam I De boy he don't say not'ing, no wan never see heem cry He 's got de Injun in hccm, you can see it on de face, An' only for us feller an' de cook, he '11 surely die Long before de winter s over, long before we lef de place. But I see heem hidin' somet'ing wan morning by de shore So firse tam I was passin' I scrape away de snow An' it 's rabbit skin he 's ketchin' on de swamp de day before, Leetle Injun Johnnie "s workin' on de spirit Windigo. S>' .1 Of course we 're not doin' bad jus' now; so ev'rybody say, Hut we dunno de half wc <;ot on Canadaw to- day. An' still she 's comin' beeper, an' never mak' no fuss. So if we don't look out, fir.se t'in<,', she "11 s«-*t ahead of us. i'i De more I t'ink, de more I 'm scare, de way she grow so fas'. An' worse of all it 's hard to say how lon;^' de boom '11 las' But if she don't go slower an' ease up lectle bit. Bimeby de Canayens will be some dead bird on de pit. , — 3* 'II 8o National Policy Den ev'ry body hip hooraw! an' sen' '\: familee Along de reever, t'roo de wood, an' on de grande prairie, Dat 's only way I 'm t'inkin' arrange de w'ole affaire An' mebbe afTer w'ile dere won't be too moche Ian' for spare. U ■>,, i':-),il ,''^{.' :■ ■'■r "'■■ ■■'"•-■■•;;;.■. ' ~^- .■". AUrur/;N DAYS. IN dreams of the night I hear the call Of wild duck scudding across the lake, In dreams I see the old convent wall, Where Ottawa's waters surge and break. Is » t But Herculc awakes me ere the sun Has painted the eastern skies with gold. Hercule! true knight of the rod and gun As ever lived in the days of old. k * " Arise! tho' the moon hangs high above, The sun will soon usher in the day, And the southerly wind that sportsmen love Is blowing across St. Louis Hay." St h 82 Autumn Days The wind is moaning among the trees, Along the shore where the shadows lie, And faintly borne on the fresh 'ning breeze From yonder point comes the loon's wild cry. Like diamonds flashing athwart the tide The dancing moonbeams quiver and glow, As out on the deep we swiftly glide To our distant Mecca, He Perrot. He Perrot far to the southward lies, Pointe Claire on the lee we leave behind, And eager we gaze with longing eyes. For faintest sign of the deadly " blind." Past the point where Ottawa's current flows— A league from St. Lawrence golden sands — Out in the bay where the wild grass grows We mark the spot where our ambush stands. We enter it just as the crimson flush Of morn illumines the hills with light. And patiently wait the first mad rush Of pinions soaring in airy flight. Many a pilgrim from far away Many a stranger from distant seas, Is dying to-day on St. Louis Hay, To requiem sung by the southern breeze. And thus till the sound of the vesper bell Comes stealing o'er Ottawa's dusky stream. And the ancient light-house we know so well Lights uf che tide with its friendly gleam. •Pi Autumn Days St, A rustle of wings from over there, Where all night long on watery bed The flocks have slept — and the morning air Rings with the messenger of lead. 1 Then up with the anchor and ply the oar. For homeward again our course must bear, Farewell to the " blind " by lie I'errot's shore, And welcome the harbor of old Pointe Claire I <^ ifl ;i Madeleine Vercheres I'VE told you many a tale, my child, of the old heroic days Of Indian wars and massacre, of villages ablaze With savage torch, from Ville Marie to the Mission of Trois Rivieres But never have I told you yet, of Madeleine Vercheres. Summer had come with its blossoms, and gaily the robin sang And deep in the forest arches the axe of the woodman rang Again in the waving meadows, the sun-browned farmers met And out on the green St. Lawrence, the fisher- man spread his net. And so through the pleasant season, till the days of October came When children wrought with their parents, and even the old and lame 84 Madeleine Vcrcheres 85 With tottering frames and footsteps, their feeble labors lent At the gathering of the harvest le bon Dicu himself had sent. n ( For news there was none of battle, from the forts on the Richelieu To the gates of the ancient city, where the flag of King Louis flew All peaceful the skies hung over the seigneuric of Verchcres, Like the calm that so often cometh, ere the hurricane rends the air. And never a thought of danger had the Seigneur sailing away, To join the soldiers of Carignan, where down at Quebec they lay. But smiled on his little daughter, the maiden Madeleine, And a necklet of jewels promised her, when home he should come again. I ( ii li « And ever the days passed swiftly, and careless the workmen grew For the months they seemed a hundred, since the last war-bugle blew. ^ I 1 4 And she blew a blast on the bugle, and lo! from the forest black Merrily, merrily ringing, an answer came peal- ing back Oh! pleasant and sweet it sounded, borne on the morning air. For it heralded fifty soldiers, with gallant De la Monniere. .\nd when he beheld the maiden, the soldier of Carignan, And looked on the little garrison that fought the red Iroquois % ■ i i I 'II ?•« v\ 90 Madeleine Verchercs ii And held their own in the battle, for six long weary days, He stood for a moment speechless, and mar- velled at woman's ways. Then he beckoned the men behind him and steadily they advance And with carabines uplifted, the veterans of France Saluted the brave young Captain so timidly standing there And they fired a volley in honor of Madeleine Vercheres. And this, my dear, is the story of the maiden Madeleine God grant that we in Canada may never see again Such cruel wars and massacres, in waking or in dream As our fathers and mc" . rs saw, my child, in the days of the ol ej^'ime. The Rose Delima You can sew heem up in a canvas sack, An' t'row hecm over boar' Vou can wait till dc ship she 's comin' back Den bury heem on de shore For dead man w'en he 's dead for sure, Ain't good for not'ing at all An' he '11 stay on de place you put heem Till he hear dat bugle call Dey say will soun' on de las', las' day \ en ev'ry t'ing 's goin" for pass away, K'lt down on de Gulf of St. Laurent Were de sea an' de reever meet An' off on St. Pierre de Miquelon, De chil'ren on de street Can tole you story of Pierre Guillaume, De sailor of St. Yvonne Dat 's bringin' de Rose Delima home Affer he 's dead an' ^sin do road wit' bees trotter I'].v'ry bx!y was stan' on de outside door. An' dcre ho sit, sani' he don't care about not'iriy Fees foot on de dashboar', hecs han' om do line Ev'ry dog on de place is come out lur barkiii' An' all de young boy he was ronnin" ' .hi!; Wall! sir, Joe 's put on style lettk vvi >r hces pleasure For w'en de mill w'issle, you jomp iak •■' cat An' nex' t'ing poor Joe is commencin' get busy, Non ! I never see fine run-away lak dat. fv I t 11 'Ml '.^mim : f 104 Little Mouse 'Way go de pony den — 'way go de cariole, Poor Joe say," good-bye ' < n de foot of de hill An' all he can see of de sleigh de nex' morning Is jus' about pay for hees two dollar bill. Ah! your right nam' jus' den should be leetle devil An' not leetle mouse, de sam' you have now. Wall! dat 's long ago, an' you 're gf ;tin' more quiet Since tam you was never done kickin' de row. But I 'm not very sorry de firse day I see you Settle down on de trot lak your fader he get W'en he beat Sorel Boy on de ice at T'ree Reever Bes' two on t'ree heat, an' win all de bet. i! Your moder she 's come off de Lachapelle stock too Ole Canayen blood from Berthier en haut De bes' kin' of horse never look on de halter So it is n't moche wonder you know how to go- Dat 's church bell we 're hearin' off dere on de hillside I Little Mouse «05 I Get along leetle mouse, for we must n't be late. Fin' your way t'roo de res' of deir. crowdin' de roadside You '11 never get better cliance showin' your gait. Wall ! church is all over, an' Josephine 's comin' For drive wit' us home on her gran'moder's house So tak' your own tam an' don't be on de hurry Your slowes' gait 's quick enough now. leetle mouse. I t i d ' H ! { no Johnnies I'irst Moose You ready for dc call ? here goes for number wan, Steady Johnnie, steady — kip your head down low. Did you hear how nice I o it, an* how it travel on Till it reach across de reever Dat t;eev' some moose de fever! Wait i^ov, Joiinnie, don't you worry, No use bein' on de hurry, But lisser forde answt r, it '11 come before you know. For w'y you jonip lak dat ? w'at 's matter wit' your ear ': Steady, Johnnie, steady— kip your head down low — Tak' your finder off de tri},'yer, dat was only bird you hear, Can't you tell de pine tree crickin' Or de boule frojj w'en he 's spikin' ? Don't you know de grey owl singin' From de beeg moose w'en he 's ringin* Out hees challenge on de message your ole gran 'fader blow ? You 're lucky boy to-night, wit' hunter man lak me ! Steady, Johnnie, steady — kip your head down low — f (Mi Johnnie's I'irst Moose 1 1 1 Can tolc you all about it! Il-s-s-h: dat 's somet'ing now I see, Dcre he 's comin' t'roo dc bushes, So get down among dc rushes, Hear hcem walk! I t'ink. by tondcr, lie mus' go near fourteen honder! Dat 's de feller I been watchin' all dc evening, I dunno. f I "11 geev* anoder call, jus' a leetle wan or two. Steady, Johnnie, steady— kip your head down low — Wen he sec dere 's no wan waitin' I wonder w'at he '11 do ? Hut look out for here he 's comin' Sa-pris-ti! ma heart is drummin'I You can never get heem nearer An' de moon is shinin' clearer, Wat a fine shot you 11 be havin'! now Johnnie let her go! Bang! bang! you got heem sure! an' he "11 never run away Nor feed among de lily on de shore of \Vc«. sonneau. So dat 's your firse moose Johnnie! wall! ic- member all I say — ff'j tf ^ 'J MICROCOPY RBOUITION TKT CHART (ANSI and ISO TEST CHART No. 2) ta |2£ ■ 2.5 |50 Kh l» |a2 ■ 2.2 (f |3j6 ttim u 1^ 1.8 ^' APPLIED IIS/HGE 1653 East Main Street Rochester. Ne» York 1*609 USA (716) 482 - 0300 - Phone (716) 288 - 5989 - Fo. % hh 112 Johnnie's First Moose Does n't matter w'at you 're chasin', Does n't matter w'at you 're facin', Only watch do t'ing you 're doin' If you don't, ba gosh! you 're ruin! An' steady, Johnnie, steady — kip your head down low. „ji 1 . II The Old Pine Tree i . (I)i.vlii.ati;(l to the St. (leurj^e Sn;)Wsh.if Club.) LISTEN my child," said the old pine tree, to the little one nestlir.Lj near, For the storm clouds troop to p t 114 The Old Pine Tree Of ghostly visions and phantom forms that for- ever mock your sight T is true the moan of the winter wind comes to my list'ning ear But the White Host marching, I cannot see, and their music I cannot hear." " When the northern skies were all aflame where the trembling banners swung, When up in the vaulted heavens the moon of the Snow Shoe hung, When the hurricane swept the hillside, and the crested drifts ran high Those were the nights," said the old pine tree, " the great White Host marched by." And the storm grew fiercer, fierce nd the snow went hissing past, But the little pine tree still listened, till she heard above the blast The music her mother loved to hear in the nights of the long ago And saw in the forest the white-clad Host marching across the snow. And loud they sang as they tramped al' ng of the glorious bygone days When valley and hill re-echoed the snow- shoer's hymn of praise The Old Pine Tree "5 Till the shy moor, gazed down smiling, and the north wind paused to hear And the old pine tree felt young again as the li.tle one nestling near. Up and away Saint George I up thro' the mountain gorge. Over the plain where the tempest blows, and the great white flakes are flying. Down the long narrow glen ! faster my merry men. Follow the trail, tho' the shy moon hides, and deeply the drifts are lying." m ''1: i ! I ,* I: ^ )! Little Bateese You bad leetle boy, not tnoche you care How busy you 're kipin" your poor gran'- pere Tryin' to stop you ev'ry day Chasin' de hen aroun' de hay — W'y don't you geev' dem a chance to lay ? Leetle Bateese ! Off on de fiel' you foller de plough Den w'en you 're tire you scare de cow Sickin' de dog till dey jomp de wall So de milk ain't good for not'ing at all — An' you 're only five an' a half dis fall, Leetle Bateese ! Too sleepy for sayin' de prayer to-night ? Never min' I s'pose it 'II be all right Say dem to-morrow — ah I dere he go ! Fas' asleep in a minute or so — An' he '11 stay lak dat till de rooster crow, Leetle Bateese! Ii6 !■: Little Hatccsc 117 Dt wake us up rit;ht away toute suite Lookin' for somct'inj; more to eat, Makin' mc t'ink of dem long leg crane Soon as dey swaller, dey start again, I wonder your stomach don't get no pain. Lcetlc liateesel Hut see heem now lyin' dere in bed. Look at de aim onderneat' hees head; If he grow lak dat till he 's twenty year I bet he Ml be stronger dan Louis Cyr An' beat all de voyageurs leevin' here. Leetle Hatecse! Jus' feel de muscle along hees back. Won't geev' heem moche bodder for carry pack On de long portage, any size canoe, Dere 's not many t'ing dat boy won't do For he 's got double-joint on hees body too, Leetle Hatcese! But leetle Bateese! please don't forget We rader you 're stayin' de small boy yet, So chase de chicken an' mak' dem scare An' do w'at you lak wit' your ole gran'pere For w'en you 're beeg feller he won't be dere— Leetle Bateese! '"1: (I I Moray will Donal' Campbell DOXAL' CAMl'HRLL — Donal' Hanc — sailed away across the ocean With the tartans of Clan Gordon, to the Indies' distant shore, Hut on Darjrai's lonely hill- side, Uonal' Campbell met the foeman, And the glen of Athol never see him more ! O! the wailing of the women. O! the storm of bitter sorrow Sweeping like the wintry torrent thro" Athol Moray's glen When the black word reached the clansmen, that young Donal' Bane had fallen In the red glare of the battle, with the gallant Gordon men ! nS Donal' Campbc 119 4» Far from home and native sheiling, with the sun of India o'er him HIazing down its cruel hatred on the white- faced men below Stood young Donal' with his comrades, like the hound of ghostly Fingal Kager, waiting for the summons to leap up against the foe — ( Mark: at last! the pipes are pealing out the welcome Caber Feidh And wild the red blooil rushes thro' every Highland vein They breathe the breath of battle, the children of the Gael, And fiercely up the hillside, they charge and charge again — And the grey eye of the Highlands, now is dark as blackest midniirht, The history of their fathers is written on each face, Of border creach and foray, of never yielding conflict Of all the memories shrouding a stern uncon- quered race I And up the hillside, up the mountain, while the v.ar-pipes shrilly clamour I ''1 (< f I 20 Donal' Campbell Hayonct thrusting', broadsword cleaving, the Northern soldiers fou{,'ht I'ill the sun of Indi.i saw them victors o'e. the dusky foemen, I'or who can stay the Celtic hand when Celtic blood is hot ? Hut the corse of many a clansman from the far- off Scottish Hi^'hlands 'Mid the rocks of savaye Dar^ai is lying cold and still With the death-dew on its forehead, and young Dor r Campbell's tartan Ik-ars a deeper stain of purple than the heather of the hill: Mourn him I Mourn him thro' the mountains. wail him women of Clan Campbell! Let the Coronach be sounded till it reach the Indian shore For your beautiful has fallen in the foremost of the battle And the glen of Athol Moray will never see him more' *? .~I The Dublin Fusilier HFJ..e we -'ot ; J The Dublin Fusilier »-"3 An' many a fine boy stumbled, many a brave lad died, When the liutchman's messa-ie cauj^ht him there on the mc ntainside. Little Nelly OUrien, God help her! over there at ould Hallybay, Will wait fo^ a Transvaal I'etter till her face an' her hair is grey, For : ^een young Crohoore on a stretcher, an' i knew the poor boy was gone When I spoke to the ambulance doctor, an' he nodded an' then passed on. if " Steady there! " cried the captain, " we must halt for a moment here." An' he sjmke like a man in trainin', full winded an' strong an' clear. So we threw ourselves down tlie kopj^:, weary an' tired as Ji ith, Waitin' the captain'.- order,, waitin' to get a breath. It 's strange all the humors an' fancies that comes to a man like me; But the smoke of the battle risin" took me across the sen — '24 The Dublin Fusilier It 's the mist of Benbo I "m seein'; an' the rock that we '11 capture soon Is the rock where I shot the eagle, when I w a small gosjoon. as I close my eyes for a minute, an' hear my poor mother say, " Patrick, avick, my darlin', you 're surely not goin' away To join the red-coated sojers?" — but the blood in me was strong — If your sire was a Connaught Ranger, sure where would his son belong ? I 1 ' Hark! whisht! do you hear the music comin' up from the camp below ? An odd note or two when the Maxims take breath for a second or so, Liftin' itself on somehow, stealin' its way up here, Knowin' there 's waitin' to hear it, many an Irish ear. Augh ! Garryowen ! you 're the jewel ! an' we charged on the Dutchman's guns, An* covered the bloody kopje, like a Galway greyhound runs, i The Dublin Fusilier 125 At the top of the hill they met us, with faces all set and grim ; But they could n't take the bayonet— that 's the trouble with most of thim. So of course, they '11 be praisin' the Royals an* men of the Fusiliers, An' the newspapers help to dry up the widows an' orphans' tears, An' they '11 write a new name on the colors— that is, if there 's room for more An' we '11 follow them thro' the battle, the same as we 've done before. But here's to you. Uncle Krugerl slaintel an slaint^ galore. After all, your 're a dacint Christian, never mind if you are a Boer. So with heart an* a half, ma bouchal, we '11 drink to your health to-night. For yourself an' your brown-faced Dutchmen gave us a damn good fight. 4 I PI 21 \h ii *,h II' ^ :\l ii pORD d Plouffe. Bord d Plouffe. U Wat do I see w'en I dream of you ? A shore w'ere de water is racin' by, A small boy lookin', an' wonderin' w'y He can't get fedder for goin' fly Lak de hawk makin' ring on de summer sky. Dat 's w'at I see. Bord d Plouffe, Bord d Plouffe, W'at do I hear w'en I dream of you? Too many t'ing for sleepin' well ! De song of de ole tarn cariole bell, De voice of dat girl from Sainte Angele (I geev* her a ring was mark " fidele ") Dat 's w'at I hear. Bord d Plouffe, Bord d Plouffe, W'at do I smoke w'en I dream of you ? 126 11 127 f Dreams Havana cigar from across de sea, An' get dem for not'ing too ? No siree! Dere 's only wan kin" of tabac for me. An' it grow on de Rivii;re des Prairies Dat 's w'at I smoke. Hord & Plouffe, Bord A PloufTe, How do I feel w'en I t'ink of you ? Sick, sick for de ole place way back dere— An' to sleep on ma own leetle room upstair W'ere de glios" on de chimley mak' me scare I 'd geev' more monee dan I can spare— Dat 's how I feel. Bord a Plouffe, Bord a Plouffe, W'at will I do w'en I 'm back wit' you ? I '11 buy de farm of Bonhomme Martel. Long tarn he 's been waitin' a chance to sell. Den pass de nex' morning on Sainte Angclc, An' if she 's not marry— dat girl— very well, Dat 's w'at I 11 do. f1 !i ' Cbc 016 $ext6n.* f KNOW very well f was purty hard case I If dere 's not on de worl' some beeger place Dan village of Cote St. Paul, liut wo got mebbe sixty-five house or more \yit' de blacksmit' shop an" two fine store Not to speak of de church an' de city hall. An' of course on village lak dat you fin' Some very nice girl if you have a min' To look aroun', an' we got dem too— Hut de fines' of all never wear a r\n If i ' ■ ^1 t; '42 Phil-o-Rums Canoe An' win' she can blow off de mo- tondcr an" rain may come, Hut camp see us bote on de evening— you kn dat was true Tlnl-o-rum. an' ow An who 's your horse too, but vour ole canoe, an' w'en you feel cole an''wct W no was your house ^v'cn I 'm upside down an onder de roof you jjct, Wif rain ronnin' down mn back. BaptOme! till 1 m },'ettin' de rheumateez. An' I never say not'ing at all. moi-mOme, but let you do jus' you please. " You t'ink it was right, kip me out all night on reevcr side down below An- even ' Bon Soir ' you was never say, but oft on de camp you go Leffin' your poor ole canoe behin' lyin' dere on de groun VVatchin' de moon on de water, an' de bat flyin' all aroun'. '■ O! dat 's lonesome t'ing hear de grey owl sing up on de beeg pine tree An' many long night she kip me awake till sun on de eas' I see, r i^^i Phil-o-Rum's CaiiDc '43 An' den you come down on de morning' for start on some more voya^jc. An* only t'injj decen* you do all day is carry me on portage. " Dat 's way I'hil-o-rum, rheumateez she come, wit' pain ronnin' troo ma side Wan lectle hole here, noder bee-,' wan dore, dat not'ing can never hide; Don't do any good fix me up agcn. no matter how moche you try. For w'en we come ole an" our work she 's done, bote man an' canoe mus' die." I " Wall! she talk dat way mebbc mos' de day, till we 're passin' some beaver dam An' wan de young beaver he 's mak' hees tail come down on de water flam ! I never see de canoe so scare, she jomp nearly two, t'ree feet I t'ink she was goin' for ronne away, an' she shut up de mout* toute suite. It mak' me feel queer, de strange t'ing I hear, an' I 'm glad she don't spik no more. But soon as we fin' ourse'f arrive over dere on de noder shore Wh' » '. I I t ^^;| '44 Phil-o-Rums Canoe I tak- dat canoe lak de lady, an' carry her off wit me, I-or I 'm sorry dc way I treat her. an' she know more dan me, sapree ! Yass! dat 's smart canoe, an' I knoxv it V. true, w at she 's spikin' wit' me dat day I 'm not de young feller I use to be w'en work she was only play; An* I know I was comin' closer on place w'ere I mus' tak' care Were de mos' worse current 'sde las' wan too de current of Dead Riviere. You can only steer, an' if rock be near, wit- wave dashin' all aroun', better mak' leetle prayer, for on Dead Riviere some very smart man get drown • But if you be locky an' watch youse'f, mebbe reever won't seem so wide. An' firse fing you know you '11 ronne ashore safe on de noder side. i The Log Jam , i DERE 's a bccg jam up cle reevcr, w'ere rapHc is runnin' fas', An' dc loii \vc cut las' winter is takin' it all de room ; So boss of de «jang is swearin', for notin^j at all can pass An" float away down de current till some- body break de boom. " Here 's for de man will tak' de job, holiday for a week Extra monee w'en pay day come, an' ten dollar suit of clothes, 'T is n't so hard work run de log, if only you do it quick — W'ere 's de man of de jjang den is ready to say, ' Here goes ? ' " Dere was de job for a teller, handy an* young an' smart, Willin' to tak' hees chances, willin' to risk hees life. J43 14^ The Loj^' Jam m i ? Cos many a f injj is safer, dan tryin" de boom to start, For if de log wance ketch you. dey 're cut- tin' you lak a knife. Aleck Lachance he lissen, an* answer hecm right away " Marie Louise dat 's leevin' off on de shore close by She 's sayin' dc word was mak* mc mos' hap. pies' man to-d.iy An' if you ax de reason I 'm ready to co dat sw'y." ** ' Pierre Dclorme he 's spikin' den. an' O! but he 's lookin* glad. " Dis morning de .sam" girl tole me. she mus' say to me, ' Good-bye Pierre ' So no wan can stop me goin', for I feci 1 was comin' mad An' wedder I see to-morrow, dat 's not'ing. for I don't care." r Aleck Lachance was steady, he 's bully boy all aroun', Alway sendin' de monee to hees moder away below. The Log Jam »4r Nov an* den savin' i lectlc for buyin dc house an" ijroun', An' never done t'lnkin", t'inkin' of Marie Louise Lebeau. I'ierrc was a lialf-breed feller, \vc call heem de grand Nor' Wes' — Dat is de place he 's leeviii' w'en he work for de Compajjnie, I^ey say he 's marry dc squaw dere, never min' about all de res' — An' affer he get hees inonee, he 's de boy for de jamboree I Ev'ry wan start off chcerin' w'en dcy pass on de log out dete Jompin' about lak monkey, Aleck an' Pierre Dclorme. Workin' dc sam' as t.vcnty, an' runnin' off cv'ryw'ere. An' busy on all de places, lak beaver before de storm. Den we hear some wan shoutin", an" dere was dat crazv 52 The Canadian Magpie De gouglou of course he 's nicer Dan many de bird dat fly, Dunno u'at we do widout heem, liut offen I wonder w'y He can't stay quiet a minute Lak res' of de small oiseaux An' finish de song he 's starlin' Till whish: an" away he go! Got not'ing to say agen dem, De gCMglou an' all de res'— 'Cept only dey lak de comfort. An' come w'en it suit dem bes'— For soon as de summer 's passin' An' leaf is begin to fall— You '11 walk t'roo de wood an' medder An' never hear wan bird call. i. '. I m But come wit' me on de winter On place w'ere de beeg tree grow Dc smoke of de log house chimley Will tole you de way to go— An' if you 're not too unlucky De w'iskey jack dere you "11 see Flyin' aroun' de shaintee An' dat was de bird for me. Vou '11 mebbe not lak hees singin' Dough it 's better dan not'in'g too, Winter lof;gin}^ camp. I \\i rv 1 ' r (I • 'f '' ^ i< ii^ i A\ \in ; l^'' The Canadian Mas^^pie 153 For affcr he do hecs bes". den Wat more can poor Johnnie do ? It "s easy job sin-,' on summer De sam' as de rossifjnol — But out of door on de winter Jus* try it youse'f— dat 's all. See heem dere, now he 's comin' Hoppin" an' hoppin' aroun' Wen we start on de morninj,' early For work till de sun 5,^0 down — T'row heem hees piece of breakfas" ^ An' hear heem say " merci bien," For he 's fond of de pork, ba ^^olly ! Sam' as de Canayen. De noise of de axe don't scare heem He stay wit' us all de day. An' w'en he was fcelin" lak' it Ride home wit' de horse an' sleigh. Den affer we reach de shaintee He 's waitin' to see us back Jompin' upon de log dere Good leetle w'iskcy jack '. So here 's to de bird of winter Wearin' de coonskin coat, Wenever it 's bird election You bet he can get ma vote— riMMik '54 The Canadian Maj^^pic Dat 's way I be feel about it, Voyageurs let her go today! Wiskey jack, get ready, we drink you Toujours h. vot' bonne santc! BaptCme ! Ifll i'' ' i f i 11 I ? I I i 'II I I! The Red Canoe DK win' is slecpin' in do pine, but O! de ni^'ht is black: An' all day long dc loon bird cry on Lac Waya- Kamack— No li<,'ht i.s shinin' by dc shore for hclpin' steer heem t'roo Wen out upon de night. Ubalde he tak' de red canoe. I hear de paddle dip. dip, dip! wance more I hear dc loon — I feel de breeze was show dc way for storm dat 's comin' soon, An' den de skv fly open wit' dc li-htning splittin' t'roo— An" 'way bcyon' de point I see dc Icctic red canoe. It 's dark again, but lissen how across Waya- gamack Dc tonder "s roarin' loud, an' now de mount- ains answer back — 15^ »56 The Red Canoe I wonder wit' dc noise iak dat, he hear me, le bon Dicu Wen on ma knee I ax Heem save de leetle red canoe! Is dat a voice, so far away, it die upon ma ear? Or only win' was foolin' me, an' w'isperin' " Bel/.emirc " ? Yaas, yaas, Ubalde, your Belzemire she "s prayin' hard for you — An' den ajjain de liyhtniiii; come, but w'ere 's de red canoe ? f Dey say I 'm mad, dem foolish folk, cos w'en de nij^ht Is black An' w'en de wave Iak siiow-dreef come on Lac VVaya58 Two Hundred Years Ago On church of Honsecours! makin' ready for de tour, See dem down upon de \nee, all prayin' dere— Wit' de paddle on de han' ev'ry good Canad- ien man, An' affer dey be finish, hooraw for anyw'ere. Yass, sir! Dey 're ready now for goin' anyw'ere. De nort' win' know dem well, an' de prairie grass can tell How offen it is trample by de ole tam botte sauvago — An' grey wolf on bees den kip very quiet, w'en He hear dem boy a' singin' upon de long portage. An* de night would fin' dem lie wit' deir faces on de sky. An' de breeze would come an' w'isper on deir ear 'Bout de wife an* sweetheart dere on Sorel an' Trois Rivieres Dey may never leev' to <;ep anoder year, Dat 's true, Dey may never leev* to kiss anoder year. An' you '11 know de place dey go, from de canyon down below. Or de mountain wit' hees nose above de cloud, Two Hundred \'ears Airo 159 . De lake among de hill, w'ere de grizzly drink hees fill Or de rapid on dc reever roarin' loud ; Ax de wir deer if do flash of de ole Tree Reever sash He don't see it on de woods of Illinois An' de musk ox as he go, w'ere de camp fire melt de snow, De smell he still remember of tabac Canadien Ha! Ha! It 's hard forgettin' smell of tabac Canadien ! So, ma frien', de Yankee man, he mus' try an' understan' Wen he holler for dat flag de Star an' Stripe, If he 's leetie win' still lef, an' no danger hurt hese'f, Den he better geev' anoder cheer, ba cripe ! For de flag of la belle France, dat show de way across From Louisbourg to Florida an' back ; So raise it ev'ryw'ere, lak' de ole tarn voy- age urs. Wen you hear of de la Salle an' Cadillac— H 00 raw ! For de flag of de la Salle an' Cadillac. ■I i6i