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Putnam's Sons; Johnnie Courteau, 1903, by William Henry Drummond; The Voyageur. 1905. by William Henry Drummond; The Oreat Fight, 1908, by May Harvey Drummond. THE RYERSON PRESS THE HABITANT AND OTHER POEMS 1630.'^41 In Memory of William Hemy Drimimond By S. Weir Mitchell, M.D., LL.D. pEACE to his poet soul. Full well he knew To sing for those who know not how to praise The woodsman's life, the farmer's patient toil, The peaceful drama of laborious days. He made his own the thoughts of simple men, And with the touch that makes the world akin A welcome guest of lonely cabin homes. Found, too, no heart he could not enter in. The toilworn doctor, women, children, men, The humble heroes of the limiber drives, Love, laugh, or weep along his peopled verse, Blithe 'mid the pathos of their meagre lives. While thus the poet-love interpreted, He left us pictures no one may forget — Courteau, Batiste, Camille mon frere and best, The o:ood brave cur^, he of Calumette. IN MEMORIAM With nature as with man at home, he loved The silent forest and the birches' flight Down the white peril of the rapids' rush, And the cold glamour of your Northern night. Some mystery of genius haunts his page. Some wonder secret of the poet's spell Died with this master of the peasant thought. Peace to your Northland singer, and farewell ! VI Remember when these tales you read Of rude but honest "Canayen, " That Joliet, La Verandrye, La vSalle, Marquette, and Hennepin Were all true "Canayen" themselves — And in their veins the same red stream: The conquering blood of Normandie Flowed strong, and gave America Coureurs de bois and voyageurs Whose trail extends from sea to sea ! CONTENTS The Habitant . De Bell of Saint Michel Pelang The Cur6 of Calumette Little Lac Grenier Johnnie Courteau . Little Bateese. When Albani Sang . The Wreck of the "Julie of Lac St. Pierre Le Vieux Temps Plante"- *'De Papineau Gun" — An Incident of dian Rebellion of 1837 How Bateese Came Home . De Nice Leetle Canadienne 'PoLEON Dor6 — A Tale of the Saint Maurice A Legend the Cana PACB I 7 9 15 20 22 26 28 35 38 47 50 59 61 CONTENTS PAGE ] De Notaire Publique 68 Memories .... 71 De Stove Pipe Hole 74 The Hill of St. Sebastiei '^ 81 MoN Frere Camille 85 Strathcona's Horse . 92 Johnnie's First AIoose 94 Donal' Campbell 98 Phil-o-Rum's Canoe . . lOI The Voyageur . 106 Meb-be . 109 Dominique . Ill The Boy from Calabogie . 114 The Last Portage . . 116 The Habitant The Habitant T^E place I get born, me, is up on de reever ^^^ Near foot of de rapide dat's call Cheval Blanc Beeg mountain behin* it, so high you can't climb it An' whole place she's mebbe two honder arpent. De fader of me, he was habitant farmer, Ma gran* fader too, an' hees fader also, Dey don't mak' no monee, but dat isn't fonny For it's not easy get ev'ryt'ing, you mus* know — All de sam' dere is somet'ing dey got ev'ry- boddy, Dat's plaintee good healt', wat de monee can't geev, So I'm workin' away dere, an* happy for stay dere On farm by de reever, so long I was leev. I THE HABITANT 0! dat was de place w'en de spring tarn she's comin', W'en snow go away, an' de sky is all blue — W'en ice lef de water, an' sun is get hotter An' back on de medder is sing de gou-glou — W'en small sheep is firs' comin' out on de pasture, Deir nice leetle tail stickin' up on deir back, Dey ronne wit' deir moder, an' play wit' each Oder An* jomp all de tarn jus* de sam' dey was crack — An' ole cow also, she's glad winter is over, So she kick herse'f up, an' start off on de race Wit' de two-year-ole heifer, dat's purty soon lef her, W'y ev'ryt'ing's crazee all over de place! An* down on de reever de wil' duck is quackin* Along by de shore leetle san' piper ronne — De bullfrog he's gr-rompin' an' dor^ is jompin' Dey all got deir own way for mak' it de fonne. But spring's in beeg hurry, an' don't stay long wit' us THE HABITANT An' firs' t'ing we know, she go off till nex' year, Den bee commence himimin', for summer is comin' An' purty soon corn's gettin* ripe on de ear. Dat's very nice tarn for wake up on de morning An' lissen de rossignol sing ev'ry place, Feel sout' win' a-blowin', see clover a-growin'. An' all de worl' laughin' itself on de face. Mos' ev'ry day raf it is pass on de rapide De voyageurs singin' some ole chanson 'Bout girl down de reever — too bad dey mus' leave her. But comin' back soon wit' beaucoup d'argent. An' den w'en de fall an' de winter come roun' us An' bird of de stunmer is all fiy away, W'en mebbe she's snowin' an' nort' win' is bio win' An' night is mos' t'ree tam so long as de day. You t'ink it was bodder de habitant farmer? Not at all — he is happy an' feel satisfy, An' cole may las' good w'ile, so long as de wood- pile Is ready for burn on de stove by an' bye. 3 THE HABITANT Wen I got plaintee hay put away on de stable So de sheep an' de cow, dey got no chance to freeze, An* de hen all togedder — 1 don't min* de wedder — De nort' win* may blow jus' so moche as she please. An' some cole winter night how I wish you can see us, Wen I smoke on de pipe, an' de ole woman sew By de stove of T'ree Reever — ma wife's fader geev her On day we get marry, dat's long tam ago — De boy an' de girl, dey was readin' it's lesson, De cat on de corner she's bite heem de pup, Ole "Carleau" he's snorin* an' beeg stove is roarin' So loud dat I'm scare purty soon she bus' up. Philomene — dat's de oldes' — is sit on de winder An' kip jus' so quiet lak wan leetle mouse. She say de more finer moon never was shiner — Very fonny, for moon isn't dat side de house. 4 I THE HABITANT But purty soon den, we hear foot on de outside, An' some wan is place it hees han' on de latch, Dat's Isidore Goulay, las' fall on de Brule, He's tak' it firs' prize on de grand ploughin' match. Ha! ha! Philomene! — dat was smart trick you play us Come help de young feller tak' snow from hees neck, Dere's not'ing for hinder you come off de winder Wen moon you was look for is come, I expec' — Isidore, he is tole us de news on de parish 'Bout hees Lajeunesse Colt — travel two forty, sure, 'Bout Jeremie Choquette, come back from Woonsocket An' free new leetle twin on Madame Vail- lancour'. But nine o'clock strike, an' de chil'ren is sleepy, Mese'f an' ole woman can't stay up no more So alone by de fire — 'cos dey say dey ain't tire — We lef Philomene an' de young Isidore. 5 THE HABITANT I s'pose dey be talkin' beeg lot on de kitchen 'Bout all de nice moon dey was see on de sky, For Philomene's takin' long tarn get awaken Nex* day, she's so sleepy on bote of de eye. Dat's wan of dem ting's, ev'ry tarn on de fashion. An' 'bout nices' t'ing dat was never be seen. Got not'ing for say me — I spark it sam' way me Wen I go see de moder ma girl Philomene. \ We leev very quiet 'way back on de contree Don't put on sam style lak de big village, Wen we don't get de monee you t'ink dat is fonny An* mak' plaint ee sport on de Bottes Sau- vages. But I tole you — dat's true — I don't go on de city If you geev de fine house an' beaucoup d' argent — I rader be stay me, an' spen' de las' day me On farm by de rapide dat's call Cheval Blanc. 6 DE BELL OF SAINT MICHEL De Bell of Saint Michel GO 'way, go 'way, don't ring no more, ole bell of Saint Michel, For if you do, I can't stay here, you know dat very well. No matter how I close ma ear, I can't shut out desoun'. It rise so high 'bove all de noise of dis beeg Yankee town. An' w'en it ring, I t'ink I feel de cool, cool summer breeze Dat's blow across Lac Peezagonk, an' play among de trees, Dey're makin' hay, I know mese'f, can smell de pleasant smell O! how I wish I could be dere to-day on Saint Michel! It's foony t'ing, for me I'm sure, dat's travel ev'ryw'ere, How moche I t'ink of long ago w'en I be leevin' dere; I can't 'splain dat at all, at all, mebbe it's naturel, But I can't help it w'en I hear de bell of Saint Michel. 7 DE EELL OF SAINT MICHEL Dere's plaintce t'ing I don't forget, but I re- member bes* De spot I fin' wan day on June de small san'- piper's nes' An' dat hole on de reever w'ere I ketch de beeg, beeg trout Was very nearly pull me in before I pull heem out. An' lee tie Elodie Leclaire, I wonner if she still Leev jus' sam* place she use to leev on 'noder side de hill. But s'pose she marry Joe Barbeau, dat's alway hangin' roun' Since I am lef ole Saint Michel for work on Yankee town. Ah! dere she go, ding dong, ding, dong, it's back, encore again An' ole chanson come on ma head of "a la claire fontaine, " I'm not surprise it soun' so sweet, more sweeter I can tell For wit' de song also I hear de bell of Saint Michel. 8 PELANG It's very strange about dat bell, go ding dong all de w'ile For when I'm small gargon at school, can't hear it half a mile ; But seems more farder I get off from Church of Saint Michel, De more I see de ole village an' louder soun' de bell. O ! all de monee dat I mak' w'en I be travel roun' Can't kip me long away from home on dis beeg Yankee town, I t'ink I'll settle down again on Parish Saint Michel, An' leev an' die more satisfy so long I hear dat bell. Pelang "pELANG! Pelang! Mon cher gargon, ^ I t'ink of you — t'ink of you night and day — Don't mak' no difference, seems to me De long long tam you're gone away. De snow is deep on de Grande Montagne Lak tonder de rapide roar below — 9 PELANG De sam' kin' night, ma boy get los' On beeg, beeg storm forty year ago. An' I never was hear de win' blow hard, An' de snow come sweesh on de window pane — But ev'ryt'ing 'pear lak' it's yesterday An' whole of ma troub' is come back again. Ah me ! I was foolish young girl den It's only ma own plaisir I care, An' w'en some dance or soiree come off Dat's very sure t'ing you will see me dere. Don't got too moche sense at all dat tam, Run ev'ry place on de whole contree — But I change beeg lot w'en Pelang come 'long, For I love him so well, kin' o* steady me. An' he was de bes' boy on Coteau, An' t'ink I am de bes' girl too for sure — He's tole me dat, geev de ring also Was say on de inside " Je t'aime toujours." I geev heem some hair dat come off ma head, I mak' de nice stocking for warm hees feet, So ev'ry t'ing's feex, w'en de spring is come For mak' mariee on de church toute suite. 10 PELANG "Wen de spring is come!" Ah I don't see dat, Dough de year is pass as dey pass before, An' de season come, an' de season go, But our spring never was come no more. It's on de fete of de jour de I'an, An' de worl' outside is cole an' w'ite As I sit an' watch for mon cher Pelang For he's promise come see me dis very night. Bonhomme Peloquin dat is leev near us — He's alway keep look heem upon de moon — See fonny t'ing dere only week before, An' say he's expec' some beeg storm soon. So ma fader is mak' it de laugh on me ''Pelang he's believe heem de ole Bonhomme Dat t'ink he see ev'ryt'ing on de moon An' mebbe he's feel it too scare for come." But I don't spik not'ing I am so sure Of de promise Pelang is mak' wit' me — An' de mos' beeg storm dat is never blow Can't kip heem away from hees own Marie. II PELANG I open de door, an' pass outside For see mese'f how de night is look An* de star is commence for go couche De mountain also is put on hees tuque. No sooner, I come on de house again Were ev'ryt'ing feel it so nice an' warm, Dan out of de sky come de Nor' Eas' win' — Out of de sky come de beeg snow storm. Blow lak not'ing I never see, Blow lak le diable he was mak' grande tour; De snow come down lak wan avalanche, An* cole! Mon Dieu, it is cole for sure! I t'ink, I t'ink of mon pauvre gargon, Dat's out mebbe on de Grande Montagne; So I place chandelle w'ere it's geev good light, An' pray Le Bon Dieu he will help Pelang. De ole folk t'ink I am go crazee, An' moder she's geev me de good night kiss ; She say "Go off on your bed, Marie, Dere's nobody come on de storm lak dis." But ma eye don't close dat long, long night For it seem jus' lak phantome is near, 12 PELANG An' I t'ink of de terrible Loup Garou An' all de bad story I offen hear. Bere was tarn I am sure somet'ing call "!Marie" So plainly I open de outside door, But it's meet me only de awful storm, An' de cry pass away — don't come no more. An' de morning sun, w'en he's up at las', Fin' me w'ite as de face of de snow itse'f, For I know very well, on de Grande Montagne, Ma poor Pelang he's come dead hese'f. It's noon by de clock w'en de storm blow off. An' ma fader an' broder start out for see Any track on de snow by de mountain side, Or down on de place w'ere chemin should be. No sign at all on de Grande Montagne, No sign all over de w'ite, w'ite snow; Only hear de win' on de beeg pine tree, An' roar of de rapide down below. An* w'ere is he lie, mon cher Pelang? Pelang ma boy I was love so well ! Only Le Bon Dieu up above An' mebbe de leetle snow bird can tell. 13 PELANG An* I t'ink I hear de lee tie bird say, "Wait till de snow is geev up its dead, Wait till I go, an' de robin come, An' den you will iin' hees cole, cole bed." An' it's all come true, for w'en de sun Is warm de side of de Grande Montagne An' drive away all de winter snow, We fin' heem at las', mon cher Pelang! An' here on de f^te of de jour de I'an, Alone by mese'f I sit again, W'ile de beeg, beeg storm is blow outside, An' de snow come sweesh on de window pane. Not all alone, for I t'ink I hear De voice of ma boy gone long ago; Can hear it above de hurricane An' roar of de rapide down below. Yes — yes — Pelang, mon cher gargon! I t'ink of you, t'ink of you night an' day. Don't mak' no difference seems to me How long de tarn you was gone away. 14 THE CURE OF CALUMETTE The Cure of Calumette [The Cur6 of a French Canadian parish, when sum- moned to the bedside of a dying member of his f^ock, always carries in his buggy or sleigh a bell. This bell serves two purposes: first, it has the effect of clearing a way for the passage of the good priest's vehicle, and, secondly, it calls to prayer those of the faithful who are within hearing of its solemn tones.] THERE'S no voyageur on de reever never run "*"^^ hees canoe d'ecorce T'roo de roar an' de rush of de rapide, w'ere it jump lak a beeg w'ite horse, Dere's no huntei man on de prairie, never wear w'at you call racquette Can beat leetle Fader O'Hara, de Cure of Calimiette. Hees fader is full-blooded Irish, an' hees moder is pure Canayenne, Not offen dat stock go togedder, but she's fine combination ma frien' 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'ryw'ere. 15 THE CURE OF CALUMETTE But dere's wan t'ing de Ciir^ 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 moder, he can't spik hese'f very moche, vSo 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 w'isper, "How young he was look on hees face; Too bad if de wedder she keel heem de firse tarn he got leetle wet. An' de Bishop might sen' beeger Cur^, 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, An' he meet blaggar' feller been drinkin', jus' enough mak' heem ack lak fou, Joe Vadeboncoeur, dey was call heem, an* he's purty beeg feller too! i6 THE CURE OF CALUMETTE Mebbe Joe he don't know it's de Cur^, 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, 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 Cure he's goin' for visit de shain- tee 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 habitant Is glad for see Fader O'Hara, an' ax w'at he t'ink of de law 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. 2 17 THE CURE OF CALUMETTE 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' ! 0! 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 tonder, 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 sweepin' across de sky An' lonesome for hear de win' cryin' lak some- body's goin' to die, But de soun' away down de valley, creepin' aroun' de hill All de tam gettin' closer, closer, dat's de soun' mak' de heart stan' still! i8 THE CURE OF CALUMETTE It's de bell of de leetle Cure, de music of deat' we hear, Along on de black road ringin', an' soon it was comin' near Wan minute de face of de Cure we see by de lan- tern 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 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. 19 LITTLE LAC GRENIER 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-aw^ay journey, ev'ry wan on de worl' mus' go He'll be wit' me de leetle Cure 'fore I'm leffin dis place below. For I know I'll be feel more easy, if he's sittin' dere by de bed An' he'll geev me de good-bye message, an' place hees han' on ma head. Den I'll hoi' if he'll only let me, dat han' till de las' las' breat' An' bless leetle Fader O'Hara, de Cure of Calumette. Little Lac Grenier (Gren- Yay) T EETLE Lac Grenier, she's all alone. Right on de mountain top. But cloud sweepin' by, will fin' tam to stop No matter how quickly he want to go. So he'll kiss leetle Grenier down below. 20 LITTLE LAC GRENIER Leetle Lac Grenier, she's all alone, Up on de mountain high But 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. 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, But de swallow will fly, an' de beeg 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, 21 JOHNNIE COURTEAU 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! 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? Do place w'ere de great beeg rapide roar, Johnnie Courteau! 22 JOHNNIE COURTEAU Sam' t'ing on ev'ry shaintee Up on de Mekinac Who was de man can walk de log, Wen 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 heem If de raf she's swingin' roun' An' he's yellin' ''Hooraw Bateese! good man!" W'y de oar come double on hees han' Wen he's makin' dat raf go flyin' down Johnnie Courteau! An' Tete de Boule chief can tole you De feller w'at save hees life Wen beeg moose ketch heem up a tree Who's shootin' dat moose on de head, sapree! An' den run off wit' hees Injun wife? Johnnie Courteau! An' he only have pike pole wit' heem On Lac a la Tortue Wen he meet de bear comin' down de hill But de bear very soon is get hees fill! An' he sole dat skin for ten dollar too, Johnnie Courteau! 23 JOHNNIE COURTEAU Oh he never was scare for not'ing Lak de ole coureurs de bois, But w'en he's gettin' hees winter pay De bes' t'ing sure is kip out de way For he's goin' right off on de Hip Hooraw! Johnnie Courteau! Den pullin' hees sash aroun' heem He dance on hees botte sauvage An' shout "All aboar' if you want to fight!" Wall ! you never can see de finer sight W'en he go lak dat on de w'ole village! Johnnie Courteau! But Johnnie Courteau get marry On Philomene Beaurepaire 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 somet'ing come over Johnnie W'en he marry 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! 24 JOHNNIE COURTEAU An' ev'ry wan feel astonish From La Tuque to Shaw-in-i-gan Wen dey hear de news was goin* aroun' Along on de reever up an' down How wan leetle woman boss dat beeg man Johnnie Courteau! He never come out on de evening No matter de hard we try 'Cos he stay on de kitchen an' sing hees song "A la claire fontaine, M'en allant promener, J'ai trouve I'eau si belle Que je m'y suis baigner! Lui y'a longtemps que je t'aime Jamais je ne t'oublierai." Rockin' de cradle de w'ole night long Till baby's asleep on de sweet bimeby Johnnie Courteau! An' de house, wall ! I wish you see it De place she's so nice an' clean Mus' wipe your foot on de outside door, You're dead man sure if you spit on de floor. An' he never say not'ing on Philomene, Johnnie Courteau! 25 LITTLE BATEESE An' Philomene watch de monee An' put it all safe away On very good place; I dunno w'ere But anyhow nobody see it dere So she's buyin' new farm de noder day Madame Courteau! Little Bateese 'VT'OU bad leetle boy, not moche you care How busy you're kipin' your poor gran'- p^re Tryin* to stop you evVy 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 f oiler 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 sajan' de prayer to-night? Is ever min' I s'pose it'll be all right 26 LITTLE BATEESE Say dem to-morrow — ah! dere he go! Fas' asleep in a minute or so — An' he'll stay lak dat till de rooster crow, Leetle Bateese! Den wake us up right away toute suite Lookin' for somet'ing more to eat, Makin' me t'ink of dem long leg crane Soon as dey swaller, dey start again, I wonder your stomach don't get no pain, Leetle Bateese! But see heem now lyin' dere in bed, Look at de arm onderneat' hees head; If he grow lak dat till he's twenty year I bet he'll be stronger dan Louis C>t An' beat all de voyageurs leevin' here, Leetle Bateese! Jus* feel de muscle along hees back, Won't geev heem moche bodder for carr}^ 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 Bateese i 27 WHEN ALBANI SANG 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'p^re For w'en you're beeg feller he won't be dere — Leetle Bateese! Whe7i Alhani Sang AXT'AS workin' away on de farm dere, wan morning not long ago, Feexin' de fence for winter — 'cos dat's w'ere we got de snow! W'en Jeremie Plouffe, ma neighbor, come over an* spik wit' me, "Antoine, you will come on de city, for hear Ma-dam All-ba-nee? " "W'at you mean?" I was sayin' right off, me, "Some woman was mak' de speech. Or girl on de Hooraw Circus, doin' high kick an' screech?" "Non — non," he is spikin' — "Excuse me, dat's be iMa-dam All-ba-nee Was leevin' down here on de contree, two mile 'noder side Chambly. 28 WHENALBANI SANG "She's jus* comin' over from Englan', on steamboat arrive Kebeck, Singin' on Lunnon, an' Paree, an' havin' beeg tarn, I expec', But no matter de moche she enjoy it, for travel all roun' de worl', Somet'ing on de heart bring her back here, for she was de Chambly girl. "She never do not'ing but singin' an' makin' de beeg grande tour An' travel on summer an' winter, so mus' be de firs* class for sure! Ev'ryboddy I'm t'inkin' was know her, an' I also hear 'noder t'ing, She's frien* on La Reine Victoria an' show her de way to sing!" "Wall," I say, "you're sure she is Chambly, w'at you call Ma-dam All-ba-nee? Don't know me dat nam' on de Canton — I hope you're not fool wit' me?" An' he say, "Lajeunesse, dey was call her, be- fore she is come mariee, But she's takin' de nam' of her husban' — I s'pose dat's de only way." 29 WHEN ALBANI SANG "C'est bon, mon ami," I was say me, "if I get t'roo de fence nex' day An' she don't want too moche on de monee, den mebbe I see her play." So I finish dat job on to-morrow, Jeremie he was helpin' me too, An' I say, "Len' me t'ree dollar quickly for mak' de voyage wit' you." Correc' — so we're startin* nex' morning, an* arrive Montreal all right, Buy dollar tiquette on de bureau, an* pass on de hall dat night. Beeg crowd, wall! I bet you was dere too, all dress on some fancy dress, De lady, I don't say not'ing, but man's all w'ite shirt an' no ves'. Don't matter, w'en ban* dey be ready, de fore- man strek out wit* hees steek. An' fiddle an* ev'ryt'ing else too, begin for play up de musique. It's fonny t'ing too dey was pla3dn' don't lak it mese'f at all, I rader be lissen some jeeg, me, or w'at you call "Affer deball." 30 WHEN ALBANI SANG An' I'm not feelin' very surprise den, w'en de crowd holler out, "Encore," For mak' all dem feller commencin' an try leetle piece some more, 'Twas better wan' too, I be t'inkin', but slow lak you're goin' to die, All de sam', noboddy say not'ing, dat mean dey was satisfy. Affer dat come de Grande piano, lak we got on Chambly Hotel, She's nice lookin' girl was play dat, so of course she's go off purty well, Den feller he's ronne out an' sing some, it's all about very fine moon, Dat shine on Canal, ev'ry night too, I'm sorry I don't know de tune. Nex' t'ing I commence get excite, me, for I don't see no great Ma-dam yet, Too bad I was los' all dat monee, an' too late for de raffle tiquette! W'en jus' as I feel very sorry, for come all de way from Chambly, Jeremie he was w'isper, ''Tiens, Tiens, prenez garde, she's comin' Ma-dam All-ba-nee!" 31 WHEN ALBANI SANG Ev'ryboddy seem glad w'en dey see her, come walkin' right down de platform, An' way dey mak' noise on de han* den, w'y! it's jus' lak de beeg tonder storm! I'll never see not'ing lak dat, me, no matter I travel de worl', An' Ma-dam, you t'ink it was scare her? Non, she laugh lak de Chambly girl! Dere was young feller comin' behin' her, w^alk nice, comme un Cavalier, An' before All-ba-nee she is ready an' piano get startin' for play, De feller commence wit' hees singin' more stronger dan all de res', I t'ink he's got very bad manner, know not'ing at all politesse. Ma-dam, I s'pose she get mad den, an* before anyboddy can spik, She settle right down for mak' sing too, an' purty soon ketch heem up quick. Den she's kip it on gainin' an' gainin', till de song it is tout finis, An' w'en she is beatin' dat feller, Bagosh! I am proud Chambly! 32 WHEN ALBANI SANG I'm not very sorry at all, me, w'en de feller was ronnin' away, An' man he's come out wit' de piccolo, an* start heem right off for play, For it's kin' de musique I be fancy, Jcremie he is lak it also, An' wan de bes' t'ing on dat ev'ning is man wit' de piccolo! Den mebbe ten minute is passin'. Ma-dam she is comin' encore, Dis tam all alone on de platform, dat feller don't show up no more, An' w'en she start off on de singin' Jeremie say, "Antoine, dat's Frangais," Dis give us more pleasure, I tole you, 'cos w'y? We're de pure Canayen! Dat song I will never forget me, 'twas song of de leetle bird, W'en he's fly from it's nes' on de tree top, 'fore res' of de worl' get stirred. Ma-dam she was tole us about it, den start of! so quiet an' low, An* sing lak de bird on de morning, Je poor leetle small oiseau. 3 6^ WHEN ALBANI SANG I 'member wan tarn I be sleepin' jus' onder some beeg pine tree An' song of de robin wak' me, but robin he don't see me, Dere's not'ing for scarin' dat bird dere, he's feel all alone on de worl', Wall! Ma-dam she mus' lissen lak dat too, w'en she was de Chambly girl! 'Cos how could she sing dat nice chanson, de sam' as de bird I was hear, Till I see it de maple an' pine tree an' RicheUeu ronnin' near. Again I'm de leetle feller, lak young colt upon de spring Dat's jus* on de way I was feel, me, w'en Ma- dam AU-ba-nee is sing! An' affer de song it is finish, an* crowd is mak* noise wit' its han', I s'pose dey be t'inkin' I'm crazy, dat mebbe I don't onderstan', 'Cos I'm set on de chair very quiet, mese'f an' poor Jeremie, An' I see dat hees eye it was cry too, jus' sam' way it go wit' me. THE WRECK OF THE "JULIE PLANTE" Dere's rosebush outside on our garden, ev'ry spring it has got new nes', But only wan bluebird is buil' dere, I know her from all de res', A.n' no matter de far she be flyin' away on do winter tarn, Back to her own leetle rosebush she's comin' dere jus' de sam'. We're not de beeg place on our Canton, mebbe cole on de winter, too. But de heart's "Canayen" on our body, an' dat's warm enough for true! An' w'en All-ba-nee was got lonesome for travel all roun' de worl' r hope she'll come home, lak de bluebird an' again be de Chambly girl! The Wreck of the ''Julie Plante' ' — A Legend oj Lac St. Pierre /^N wan dark night on Lac St. Pierre, De win' she blow, blow, blow, An' de crew of de wood scow " Julie Plante " Got scar't an' run below — 35 THE WRECK OF THE "JULIE PLANTE For de win* she blow lak hurricane Bimeby she blow some more, An' de scow bus* up on Lac St. Pierre Wan arpent from de shore. De captinne walk on de fronte deck, An' walk de hin* deck too — He call de crew from up de hole He call de cook also. De cook she's name was Rosie, She come from Montreal, Was chambre maid on lumber barge, On de Grande Lachine Canal. De win' she blow from nor'-eas'-wes',— De sout* win* she blow too, W'en Rosie cry "Mon cher captinne, Mon cher, w'at I shall do?" Den de captinne t'row de big ankerre, But still the scow she dreef, De crew he can't pass on de shore, Becos' he los' hees skeef. De night was dark lak* wan black cat, De wave run high an* fas*, W'en de captinne tak' de Rosie girl An* tie her to de mas'. 36 THE WRECK OF THE "JULIE PLANTE Den he also tak' de life preserve, An' jomp off on de lak', An* say, "Good-bye, ma Rosie dear, I go drown for your sak'." Nex' morning very early 'Bout ha'f-pas' two — t'ree — four — De captinne — scow — an' de poor Rosie Was corpses on de shore, For de win' she blow lak' hurricane Bimeby she blow some more, An' de scow bus' up on Lac St. Pierre, Wan arpent from de shore. MORAL Now all good wood scow sailor man Tak' warning by dat storm An' go an' marry some nice French girl An' leev on wan beeg farm. De win' can blow lak' hurricane An' s'pose she blow some more, You can't get drown on Lac St. Pierre So long you stay on shore. 37 LE VIEUX TEMPS Le Vieux Temps ^VTENEZ ici, mon cher ami, an' sit down by me — so An' I will tole you story of old tarn long ago — Wen ev'ryt'ing is happy — w'en all de bird is sing An' me! — I'm young an' strong lak moose an' not afraid no t'ing. I close my eye jus' so, an' see de place w'ere I am bom — I close my ear an' lissen to musique of de horn, Dat's horn ma dear ole moder blow — an' only t'ing she play Is "\nens done vite Napoleon — 'peche toi pour votre souper. ' ' — An' w'en he's hear dat nice musique — ma leetle dog "Carleau" Is place hees tail upon hees back — an' den he's let heem go — He's jomp on fence — he's swimmin' crik — he's ronne two forty gait, lie say "dat's somet'ing good for eat — Car- Icau mus' not be late." 33 LE VIEUX TEMPS O dem was pleasure day for sure, dem day of long ago Wen I was play wit' all de boy, an' all de girl also; An' many tarn w'en I'm alone an' t'ink of day gone by An' pull latire an' spark de girl, I cry upon my eye. Ma fader an' ma moder too, got nice, nice familee, Dat's ten gargon an' t'orteen girl, was mak' it twenty t'ree But fonny t'ing de Gouvemement don't geev de firs' prize den Lak v/'at day say dey geev it now, for only wan douzaine. De English peep dat only got wan familee small size Mus' be feel glad dat tam dere is no bonder acre prize For fader of twelve chil'ren — dey know dat mus' be so, De Canayens would boss Kebeck — mebbe Ontario. 39 LE VIEUX TEMPS But dat is not de story dat I was gone tole you About de fun we use to have w'en we leev a chez nous We're never lonesome on dat house, for many cavalier Come at our place mos' every night — especially Sun-day. But tarn I 'member bes* is w'en I'm twenty wan year — me — An' so for mak' some pleasurement — we geev wan large soiree De whole paroisse she be invite — de Cur^ he's come too — Wit' plaintee peep from 'noder place — dat's more I can tole you. De night she's cole an' freeze also, chemin she's fill wit' snow An' on de chimley lak phantome, de win' is mak' it blow — But boy an* girl come all de sam' an' pass on grande parloir For warm itself on beeg box stove, was mak' on Trois Rivieres — 40 LE VIEUX TEMPS An* w'en Bonhomme Latour commence for tune up hees fidelle It mak' us all feel very glad — I'enfant! he play so well, Musique suppose to be firs' class, I off en hear, for sure But mos' bes* man, beat all de res', is ole Bateese Latour — An' w'en Bateese play Irish jeeg, he's learn on Mattawa Dat tarn he's head boss cook Shaintee — den leetle Joe Leblanc Tak' hole de beeg Marie Juneau an' dance upon de floor Till Marie say "Excuse to me, I cannot dance no more." — An' den de Curb's mak' de speech — ole Cur^ Ladouceur! He say de girl was spark de boy too much on some cornerre — An' so he's tole Bateese play up ole fashion reel a quatre An' every body she mus' dance, dey can't get off on dat. 41 LE VIEUX TEMPS Away she go — hooraw! hooraw! plus fort Bateese, mon vieux Camille Bisson, please watch your girl — dat's bes' t'ing you can do. Pass on de right an' tak* your place Mamzelle Des Trois Maisons You're s'pose for dance on Paul Laberge, not Telesphore Gagnon. Mon oncle Al-fred, he spik lak' dat — 'cos he is boss de floor, An' so we do our possibill an' den commence encore. Dem crowd of boy an' girl I'm sure keep up until nex' day If ole Bateese don't stop heseff, he come so fatigu6. An' affer dat, we eat some t'ing, tak' leetle drink also An' de Cur^, he's tole story of many year ago — Wen Iroquois sauvage she's keel de Canayens an' steal deir hair, An' say dat's only for Bon Dieu, we don't be here — he don't be dere. 42 LE VIEUX TEMPS But dat was mak' de girl feel scare — so all de cavalier Was ax hees girl go home right off, an' place her on de sleigh, An' w'en dey start, de Cure say, "Bonsoir et bon voyage Alenagez-vous — tak' care for you — prenez garde pour les sauvages." An' den I go meseff also, an' tak* ma belle El mi re — She's nicer girl on whole Comte, an' jus' got eighteen year — Black hair — black eye, an' chick rosee dat's lak' wan fameuse on de fall But don't spik much — not of dat kin', I can't say she love me at all. Ma girl — she's fader beeg farmeur — leev 'noder side St. Flore Got five-six honder acre — mebbe a leetle more — Nice sugar bush — une belle maison — de bes' I never see — So w'en I go for spark Elmire, I don't be mak' de foolish me — 43 LE VIEUX TEMPS Elmire! — she's pass free year on school — Ste. Anne de la Perade. An' w'en she's tak' de firs' class prize, dat's mak* de ole man glad ; He say "Ba gosh — ma giri can wash — can keep de kitchen clean Den change her dress — mak' politesse before God save de Queen." Dey's many way for spark de girl, an' you know dat of course, Some way dey might be better way, an' some dey might be worse But I lak' sit some cole night wit' my girl on ole burleau Wit' lot of hay keep our foot warm — an' plaintee buffalo — Dat's geev good chances get acquaint — an* if burleau upset An' t'row you out upon de snow — dat's better chances yet — An' if you help de girl go home, if horse he ronne away De girl she's not much use at all — don't geev you nice baiser! 44 LE VIEUX TEMPS Dat's very well for fun ma frien', but w'en you spark for keep She's not sam' t'ing an' mak' you feel so scare lak' leetle sheep Some tam' you get de fever — some tarn' you're lak' snowball An' all de tam' you ack lak' fou — can't spik no t'ing: at all. Wall! dat's de way I feel meseff, wit' Elmire on burleau, Jus' lak' small dog try ketch hees tail — roun' roun' ma head she go But bimeby I come more brave — an' tak' El- mire she's han' "Laisse-moi tranquille" Elmire she say "You mus' be crazy man." "Yass — yass" I say "mebbe you t'ink I'm wan beeg loup garou, Dat's forty thousand 'noder girl, I lef dem all for you, I s'pose you know Polique Gauthier your frien' on St. Cesaire I ax her marry me nex' wick — she tak' me — I don't care." 45 LE VIEUX TEMPS Ba gosh; Elmire she don't lak' dat — it mak' her feel so mad — She commence cr3^ say "Poleon you treat me very bad — I don't lak' see you t'row you'seff upon Polique Gauthier, So if you say you love me sure — we mak' de mariee." — Oh it was fine tam affer dat — Castor I t'ink he know, We're not too busy for get home — he go so nice an* slow, He's only upset t'ree — four tam — an' jus' about dayhght We pass upon de ole man's place — an* every t'ing's all right. Wall! we leev happy on de farm for nearly fifty year, Till wan day on de summer tam — she die — ma belle Elmire I feel so lonesome lef behin' — I tink 'twas bes' mebbe — Dat w'en le Bon Dieu tak' ma famme — he should not forget me. 46 "DE PAPINEAU GUN" But dat is hees biz-nesse ma frien' — 1 know dat's all right dere I'll wait till he call "Toleon" den I will be prepare — An' w'en he fin* me ready, for mak' de longue voyage He guide me t'roo de wood hesef upon ma las' portage. ''De Papineau Gun'' — An Incident of the Canadian Rebellion of i8j/ OON jour, M'sieu' — you want to know -"^ 'Bout dat ole gun — w'at good she's for? Wy! Jean Bateese Bruneau — mon pere, Fight wit' dat gun on Pap'neau War! Long tam since den you say — C'est \'Tai, An' me too young for 'member well. But how de patriot fight an' die, I offen hear de ole folk tell. De English don't ack square dat tam, Don't geev de habitants no show, So 'long come Wolfred Nelson Wit' Louis Joseph Papineau. 47 "DE PAPINEAU GUN" An' swear de peep mus' have deir right. Wolfred he's write Victoriaw, But she's no good, so den de war Commence among de habitants. Mon pere he leev to Grande Brule. So smarter man you never see, Was alway on de grande hooraw! Plaintee w'at you call "Esprit!'* An' w'en dey form wan compagnie All dress wit' tuque an' ceinture sash Ma fader tak' hees gun wit' heem An' marche away to Saint Eustache, Were many patriots was camp Wit' brave Chenier, deir Capitaine, W'en 'long come English Generale, An' more two t'ousan' sojer man. De patriot dey go on church An' feex her up deir possibill; Dey fight deir bes', but soon fin' out "Canon de bois" no good for kill. An' den de church she come on fire. An' burn almos' down to de groun', 48 "DE PAPIXEAU GUN" So w'at you t'ink our man can do Wit' all dem English armee roun'? 'Poleon, hees sojer never fight More brave as dem poor habitants, Chenier, he try for broke de rank Chenier come dead immediatement. He fall near w'ere de cross is stan' Upon de ole church cimitiere, Wit' Jean Poulin an' Laframboise An' plaint ee more young feller dere. De gun dey rattle lak' tonnere Jus' bang, bang, bang! dat's way she gc^ An' wan by wan de brave man's fall An' red blood's cover all de snow. Ma fader shoot so long he can An' den he's load hees gun some more, Jomp on de ice behin' de church An' pass heem on de 'noder shore. Wall ! he reach home fore very long An' keep perdu for many day, Till ev'ry t'ing she come tranquille. An' sojer man all gone away. i 49 HOW BATEESE CAME HOME An' affer dat we get our right, De Canayens don't fight no more, Ma fader's never shoot dat gun, But place her up above de door. An' Papineau, an' Nelson too Dey're gone long tarn, but we are free, Le Bon Dieu have 'em 'way up dere. Salut, Wolfred! Salut, Louis! How Bateese Came Home VIZ'EN I was young boy on de farm, dat's twenty year ago I have wan frien' he's leev near me, call Jean Bateese Trudeau An' offen w'en we are alone, we lak for spik about De tam w'en we was come beeg man, wit* moustache on our mout'. Bateese is get it on hees head, he's too moche educate For mak' de habitant farmcrre — he better go on State — An' so wan summer evening we're drivin* home de cow He's tole me all de whole beez-nesse — jus' lak you hear me now. 50 HOW BATEESE CAME HOME "Wat's use mak' foolish on de farm? dere's no good chances lef An' all de tarn you be poor man — you know dat's true you'se'f ; We never get no fun at all — don't never go on spree Onless we pass on 'noder place, an' mak' it some monee. "I go on Les Etats Unis, I go dere right away An' den mebbe on ten-twelve year, I be riche man some day, An' w'en I mak' de large fortune, I come back I s'pose Wit' Yankee famme from off de State, an' monee on mv clothes. "I tole you somet'ing else also — mon cher Napoleon I get de grande majorite, for go on parlia- ment Den buir fine house on borde I'eau — near w'ere de church is stand More finer dan de Presbytere, w'en I am come riche man!" 51 HOW BATEESE CAME HOME I say "For w'at you spik lak dat? you must be gone crazee Dere's plaintee feller on de State, more smarter dan you be, Beside she's not so healtee place, an' if you mak' I'argent, You spen' it jus* lak Yankee man, an' not lak habitant. "For me Bateese! I tole you dis: I'm very satisfy — De bes' man don't leev too long tam, some day Ba Gosh! he die — An' s'pose you got good trotter horse, an' nice famme Canadienne Wit' plaintee on de house for eat — W'at more you want ma frien'?" But Bateese have it all mak' up, I can't stop him at all He's buy de seconde classe tiquette, for go on Central Fall— An' wit' two-t'ree some more de boy, — w'at t'ink de sam' he do Pass on de train de very nex' wick, was lef Riviere du Loup. 52 HOW BATEESE CAME HOME Wall! mebbe fifteen year or more, since Bateese go away I fin' mesef Riviere du Loup, wan cole, cole winter day De quick express she come hooraw! but stop de soon she can An' beeg swell feller jomp off car, dat's boss by nigger man. He's dressim on de premiere classe, an' got new suit of clothes Wit' long moustache dat's stickimout, de 'noder side hees nose Fine gol' watch chain — nice portmanteau — an' long, long overcoat Wit' beaver hat — dat's Yankee style — an' red tie on hees t'roat — I say "Hello Bateese! Hello! Comment 5a va mon vieux?" He say "Excuse to me, ma frien' I t'ink I don't know you." I say, "She's very curis t'ing, you are Bateese Trudeau, Was raise on jus' sam' place wit' me, dat's fifteen year ago?" 53 HOW BATEESE CAME HOME He say, "Oh yass dat's sure enough — I know you now firs* rate, But I forget mos' all ma French since I go on de State. Dere's 'noder t'ing kip on your head, ma frien' dey mus' be tole Ma name's Bateese Trudeau no more, but John B. Waterhole!'* "Hole on de water's** fonny name for man w'at's call Trudeau Ma frien's dey all was spik lak dat, an' I am tole heem so — He say "Trudeau an' Waterhole she's jus' about de sam' An' if you go for leev on State, you must have Yankee nam'." Den we invite heem come wit' us, "Hotel du Canada w" Were he was treat mos' ev'ry tam, but can't tak' w'isky blanc, He say dat's leetle strong for man jus' come off Central Fall An' "tabac Canayen" bedamme! he won't smoke dat at all ! — 54 HOW BATEESE CAME HOME But fancy drink lak "Collings John" de way he put it down Was long tarn since I don't see dat — I t'ink he's goin' drown ! — An* fine cigar cos' five cent each, an' mak' on Trois-Rivi^res L'enfant! he smoke beeg pile of dem — for monee he don't care! — I s'pose meseff it's free o'clock w'en we are t'roo dat night Bateese, hees fader come for heem, an' tak' heem home all right De ole man say Bateese spik French, w'en he is place on bed — An' say bad word — but w'en he wake — forget it on hees head — Wall! all de winter w'en we have soir^ dat's grande affaire Bateese Trudeau, dit Waterhole, he be de boss man dere — You bet he have beeg tam, but w'en de spring is come encore He's buy de premiere classe tiquette for go on State some more. 55 HOW BATEESE CAME HOME You 'member w'en de hard tarn come on Les Etats Unis An* plaintee Canayens go back for stay deir own contrde? Wall! jus' about dat tam again I go Riviere du Loup For sole me two t'ree load of hay — mak* leetle visit too — De freight train she is jus' arrive — only ten hour delay — She's never carry passengaire — dat's w'at dey always say — I see poor man on char caboose — he's got heem small valise Begosh! I nearly tak' de fit, — It is — it is Bateese! He know me very well dis tam, an' say "Bon jour, mon vieux I hope you know Bateese Trudeau was educate wit' you I'm jus' come off de State to see ma familee encore I bus' mesef on Central Fall — I don't go dere no more. 56 HOW BATEESE CAME HOME '*I got no monee — not at all — I'm broke it up for sure — Dat's locky t'ing, Napoleon, de brakeman Joe Latour He's cousin of wan frien' of me call Camilla Valiquette, Conductor too's good Canayen — don't ax me no tiquette." I tak' Bateese wit' me once more "Hotel du Canadaw" An' he was glad for get de chance drink some good w'isky blanc! Dat's warm heem up, an den he eat mos' ev'ry- t'ing he see, I watch de w'ole beez-nesse mese'f — Monjee! he w^as hongree! Madame Charette wat's kip de place get very much excite For see de many pork an' bean Bateese put out of sight Du pain dore — potate pie — an' 'noder t'ing be dere But w'en Bateese is get heem t'roo — dey go I don't know w'ere. 57 HOW BATEESE CAME HOME It don't tak* long for tole de news *'Bateese come off de State" An' purty soon we have beeg crowd, lak village she's en fete Bonhomme Maxime Trudeau hese'f, he's comin' wit' de pries' An' pass' heem on de "Room for eat" w'ere he is see Bateese. Den ev'rybody feel it glad, for watch de em- brasser An' bimeby de ole man spik ** Bateese you here for stay?" Bateese he's cry lak beeg beb^, "B^ j'eux rester ici. An' if I never see de State, I'm sure I don't care — me." "Correc'," Maxime is say right off, *'I place you on de farm For help your poor ole fader, won't do you too moche harm Please come wit' me on Magasin, I feex you up — b^ oui An' den you're ready for go home an' see de familee." 58 DE NICE LEETLE CANADIENNE Wall! w'en de ole man an' Bateese come off de Magasin Bateese is los' hees Yankee clothes — he's dress lak Canayen Wit' bottes sauvages — ceinture f[6ch6 — an' coat wit' capuchon An' spik Frangais au naturel, de sam' as habitant. I see Bateese de oder day, he's work hees fader's place I t'ink mese'f he's satisfy — I see dat on hees face He say * * I got no use for State, mon cher Napoleon Kebeck she's good enough for me — Hooraw pourCanadaw." De Nice Leetle Canadienne WOU can pass on de worl' w'erever you lak, Tak' de steamboat for go Angleterre, Tak' car on de State, an' den you come back, An' go all de place, I don't care — Ma frien' dat's a fack, I know you will say, W'en you come on dis contree again, Dere's no girl can touch, w'at we see ev'ry day, De nice leetle Canadienne. 59 DE NICE LEETLE CANADIENNE Don't matter how poor dat girl she may be, Her dress is so neat an' so clean, Mos' ev'rywan t'ink it was mak' on Paree An* she wear it, wall! jus' lak de Queen. Den come for fin' out she is mak' it herse'f, For she ain't got moche monee for spen', But all de sam' tam, she was never get lef ', Dat nice leetle Canadienne. Wen "un vrai Canayen" is mak' it marine, You t'ink he go leev on beeg flat An' bodder hese'f all de tam, night an' day, Wit' housemaid, an' cook, an' all dat? Not moche, ma dear frien', he tak' de maison, Cos' only nine dollar or ten, Were he leev lak blood rooster, an' save de 1 'argent, Wit' hees nice leetle Canadienne. I marry ma famme w'en I'm jus' twenty year. An' now we got fine familee, Dat skip roun' de place lak leetle small deer, No smarter crowd you never see — An' I t'ink as I watch dem all chasin' about, Four boy an' six girl, she mak' ten, Dat's help mebbe kip it, de stock from run out, Of de nice leetle Canadienne. 60 'POLEON DORE— A TALE OF SAINT MAURICE O she's quick an' she's smart, an' got plaintee heart, If you know correc' way go about. An' if you don't know, she soon tole you so Den tak' de firs' chance an' get out; But if she love you, I spik it for true, She will mak' it more beautiful den, An' sun on de sky can't shine lak de eye Of dat nice leetle Canadienne. 'Poleon Dore — A Tale of the Saint Maurice VOU have never hear de story of de young Napoleon Dore? Los' hees life upon de reever w'en de lumber drive go down? Were de rapide roar lak tonder, dat's de place he's goin' onder, W'en he's try save Paul Desjardins, 'Poleon hese'f is drowTi. All de winter on de Shaintee, tam she's good and work she's plaintee, But we're not feel very sorry, w'en de sun is warm hees face, 6i 'POLEON DORE— A TALE OF SAINT MAURICE Wen de mooshrat an' de beaver, tak' some leetle swim on reever, An' de sout' win' scare de snowbird, so she fly some col'er place. Den de spring is set in steady, an* we get de log all ready, Workin* hard all day an* night too, on de water mos' de tam, An' de skeeter w'en dey fin* us, come so quickly nearly blin' us. Biz — biz — biz — biz — all aroun* us till we feel lak sacr^dam. All de sam' we're hooraw feller, from de top of house to cellar, Ev*ry boy he's feel so happy, w*en he*s goin* right away. See hees fader an* hees moder, see hees sister an* hees broder, An' de girl he spark las' summer, if she's not get marine. Wall we start heem out wan morning, an' de pilot geev us warning, "W'en you come on Rapide Cuisse, ma frien', keep raf she's head on shore. 62 'POLEON DORE— A TALE OF SAINT MAURICE If you struck beeg rock on middle, w'ere le diable is play hees fiddle, Dat's de tarn you pass on some place, you don't never pass before." But we'll not t'ink moche of danger, for de rapide she's no stranger Many tam we're runnin' t'roo it, on de fall an' on de spring, On mos' ev'ry kin' of wedder dat le Bon Dieu scrape togedder, An' we'll never drown noboddy, an' we'll never bus' somet'ing. Dere was Telesphore Montbriand, Paul Desjar- dins, Louis Guyon, Bill McKeever, Aleck Gauthier, an' hees cousin Jean Bateese, 'Poleon Dore, Aime Beaulieu, wit' some more man I can't tole you, Dat was mak' it bes' gang never run upon de St. Maurice. Dis is jus' de tam I wish me, I could spik de good English — me — For tole you of de pleasurement we get upon de spring, 63 TOLEON DORE— A TALE OF SAINT MAURICE Wen de win' she's all a sleepin', an' de raf she go a sweepin' Down de reever on some morning, w'ile le rossignol is sing. Ev'ryt'ing so nice an' quiet on de shore as we pass by it, All de tree got fine new spring suit, ev'ry wan she's dress on green W'y it mak' us all more younger, an' we don't feel any hunger, Till de cook say "'Raw for breakfas'," den we smell de pork an' bean. Some folk say she's bad for leever, but for man work hard on reever, Dat's de bes' t'ing I can tole you, dat was never yet be seen, Course dere's oder t'ing ah tak' me, fancy dish also I lak me. But w'en I want somet'ing solid, please pass me de pork an' bean. All dis tam de raf she's goin' lak steamboat was got us towin' All we do is keep de channel, an' dat's easy workin' dere, 64 'POLEON DORE— A TALE OF SAINT MAURICE So we sing some song an' chorus, for de good tarn dat's before us, Wen de w'ole beez-nesse she's finish, an' we come on Trois Rivieres. But bad luck is sometam fetch us, for beeg strong win' come an' ketch us, Jus' so soon we struck de rapide — jus* so soon we see de smoke. An' before we spik some prayer for ourse'f dat's fightin' dere, Roun' we come upon de beeg rock, an' it's den de raf ' she broke. Dat was tam poor Paul Desjardins, from de parish of St. Germain, He was long way on de fronte side, so he's fallin' overboar' Couldn't swim at all de man say, but dat's more ma frien', I can say, Any how he's look lak drownin', so we'll t'row him two t'ree oar. Dat's 'bout all de help our man do, dat's 'bout ev'rjrt'ing we can do. As de crib we're hangin' onto balance on de rock itse'f, 5 65 TOLEON DORE-A TALE OF SAINT MAURICE Till de young Napoleon Dore, heem I start for tole de story, Holler out, "Mon Dieu, I don't lak see poor Paul go drown hese'f." So he's mak' beeg jomp on water, jus' de sam you see some otter An' he's pass on place w'ere Paul is tryin' hard for keep afloat, Den we see Napoleon ketch heem, try hees possibill for fetch heem But de current she's more stronger, an' de eddy get dem bote. O Mon Dieu! for see dem two man, mak' me feel it cry lak woman, Roun' an' roun* upon de eddy, quickly dem poor feller go. Can't tole wan man from de oder, an' we'll know dem bote lak broder. But de fight she soon is finish — Paul an* 'Poleon go below. Yass, an' all de tam we stay dere, only t'ing we do is pray dere, For de soul poor drownin' feller, dat's enough mak' us feel mad, 66 . TOLEON DORE— A TALE OF SAINT MAURICE Torteen voyageurs, all brave man, glad get any chances save man, But we don't see no good chances, can't do not'ing, dat's too bad. Wall! at las' de crib she's come way off de rock, an' den on some way, By an' by de w'ole gang's passin' on safe place below de Cuisse, Ev'ryboddy's heart she's breakin', w'en dey I. see poor Paul he's taken I Wit' de young Napoleon Dore, bes' boy on de St. Maurice! An' day affer. Bill McKeever fin' de bote man I on de reever, Wit' deir arm aroun' each oder, mebbe pass above dat way — So we bury dem as we fin' dem, w'ere de pine tree wave behin' dem An' de Grande Montagne he's lookin' down on Marcheterre Bay. You can't hear no church bell ring dere, but le rossignol is sing dere, An' w'ere ole red cross she's stannin', mebbe some good ange gardien, 67 DE NOTAIRE PUBLIQUE Watch de place w'ere bote man sleepin', keep de reever grass from creepin* On de grave of 'Poleon Dore, an' of poor Paul Desjardins. De Notaire Publique \4'SIEU Paul Joulin, de Notaire Publique Is come I s'pose seexty year hees life An' de mos' riche man on Sainte Angelique Wen he feel very sorry he got no wife — So he's paint heem hees buggy, lak new, by Gor! Put flower on hees coat, mak' hese'f more gay Arrange on hees head fine chapeau castor An' drive on de house of de Boulanger. For de Boulanger's got heem une jolie fille Mos' bes' lookin' girl on paroisse dey say An' all de young feller is lak Julie An' plaintee is ax her for mak' marine, But Julie she's love only jus' wan man, Hees nam' it is Jertoie Dandurand An* he's work for her sak' all de hard he can 'Way off on de wood, up de Mattawa. 68 DE NOTAIRE PUBLIQUE M'Sieu Paul he spik him "Bonjour Mamzelle, You lak promenade on de church wit' me? Jus' wan leetle w^ord an' we go ma belle An' see heem de Cure toute suite, cherie; I dress you de very bes' style a la mode, If you promise for be Madame Paul Joulin, For I got me fine house on Bord a Plouffe road Wit' mor'gage also on de Grande Moulin." But Julie she say " Non, non, M'Sieu Paul, Dat's not correc' t'ing for poor Jeremie For I love dat young feller lak not'ing at all, An' I'm very surprise you was not know me. Jeremie w'en he's geev me dat nice gol' ring. Las' tam he's gone off on de Mattawa Say he's got 'noder wan w'en he's come nex' spring Was mak' me for sure Madame Dandurand. "I t'ank you de sam' M'Sieu Paul Joulin I s'pose I mus' be de wife wan poor man Wit' no chance at all for de Grande Moulin. But leev all de tam on some small cabane." De Notaire Publique den is tak' hees hat, For he t 'ink sure enough dat hees dog she's dead ; Dere's no use mak' love on de girl lak dat. Wit* not'ing but young feller on de head. 69 DE -NOTAIRE PUBLIQUE Julie she's feel lonesome mos' all dat week, Don't know w'at ma 3^ happen she wait till spring Den t'ink de fine house of Notaire Publique An' plaintee more too — but love's funny t'ing! So nex' tam she see de Notaire again, She laugh on her eye an' say " M'Sieu Paul Please pass on de house, or you ketch de rain, Dat's very long tam you don't come at all." She's geev him so soon he's come on de door Du vin de pays, an' some nice galettes. She's mak' dem herse'f only day before An' he say "Bigosh! dat is fine girl yet." So he's try hees chances some more — hooraw! Julie is not mak' so moche troub' dis tam; She's forget de poor Jeremie Dandurand An' tole de Notaire she will be hees famme. Wen Jeremie come off de wood nex' spring, An' fin' dat hees girl she was get marine Everybody's expec' he will do somet'ing, But he don't do not'ing at all, dey say; For he's got 'noder girl on Sainte Doroth^e, Dat he's love long tam, an' she don't say ' ' No, " So he's forget too all about Julie An' mak' de marine wit' hese'f also. 70 MEMORIES Memories r\ SPIRIT of the mountain that speaks to us to-night, Your voice is sad, yet still recalls past visions of delight, When 'mid the grand old Laurentides, old when the earth was new, With flying feet we followed themooseandcaribou. And backward rush sweet memories, like frag- ments of a dream. We hear the dip of paddle blades, the ripple of the stream, The mad, mad rush of frightened wings from brake and covert start, The breathing of the woodland, the throb of nature's heart. Once more beneath our eager feet the forest carpet springs. We march through gloomy valleys, where the vesper sparrow sings. The little minstrel heeds us not, nor stays his plaintive song. As with our brave coureurs de bois we swiftly pass along. 71 MEMORIES Again o'er dark Wayagamack, in bark canoe we glide, And watch the shades of evening glance along the mountain side. Anon we hear resounding the wizard loon's wild cry, And mark the distant peak whereon the ling'ring echoes die. But Spirit of the Northland! let the winter breezes blow. And cover every giant crag with rifts of driving snow. Freeze every leaping torrent, bind all the crystal lakes, Tell us of fiercer pleasures when the Storm King awakes. And now the vision changes, the winds are loud and shrill. The falling flakes are shrouding the mountain and the hill, But safe within our snug cabane with comrades gathered near. We set the rafters ringing with "Roulant" and "Brigadier." 72 MEMORIES Then after Pierre and Telesphore have danced "Le Caribou," Some hardy trapper tells a tale of the dreaded Loup Garou, Or phantom bark in moonlit heavens, with prow turned to the East, Bringing the Western voyageurs to join the Christmas feast. And while each backwoods troubadour is greeted with huzza Slowly the homely incense of *'tabac Cana- yen" Rises and sheds its perfume like flowers of Araby, O'er all the true-born loyal Enfants de la Patrie. And thus with song and story, with laugh and jest and shout, Vv"e heed not dropping mercury nor storms that rage without. But pile the huge logs higher till the chimney roars with glee, And banish spectral visions with La Chanson Normandie. 73 DE STOVE PIPE HOLE Brigadier! r^pondit Pandore, Brigadier! vous avez raison, Brigadier! r^pondit Pandore, Brigadier! vous avez raison!" O spirit of the mountain! that speaks to us to-night, Return again and bring us new dreams of past delight, And while our heart-throbs linger, and till our pulses cease, We'll worship thee among the hills where flows the Saint-Maurice. De Stove Pipe Hole THAT'S very cole an* stormy night on Village -*^ St. Mathieu, Wen ev'ry wan he's go couche, an' dog was quiet, too — Young Dominique is start heem out see Em- meline Gourdon, Was leevin' on her fader's place, Maxime de Forgeron. 74 DE STOVE PIPE HOLE Poor Dominique he's lak dat girl, an' love her mos' de tarn, An' she was mak' de promise — sure — some day she be his famme, But she have worse ole fader dat's never on de worl', Was swear onless he's riche lak diable, no feller's get hees girl. He's mak' it plaintee fuss about hees daughter Emmeline, Dat's mebbe nice girl, too, but den, Mon Dieu, she's not de queen ! An' w'en de young man's come aroun' for spark it on de door, An' hear de ole man swear "Bapteme!" he's never come no more. Young Dominique he's sam' de res', — was scare for ole Maxime, He don't lak risk hese'f too moche for chances seein'heem, Dat's only stormy night he come, so dark you cannot see, An dat's de reason w'y also, he's climb de gallerie. 75 DE STOVE PIPE HOLE De girl she's waitin* dere for heem — don't care about de rain, So glad for see young Dominique he's comin' back again, Dey bote forget de ole Maxime, an' mak de embrasser An' affer dey was finish dat, poor Dominique is say — "Good-bye, dear Emmeline, good-bye; I'm goin' very soon, For you I got no better chance, dan feller on de moon — It's all de fault your fader, too, dat I be go away, He's got no use for me at all — I see dat ev'ry day. "He's never meet me on de road but he is say 'Sapre!' An' if he ketch me on de house I'm scare he's killin' me. So I mus' lef ole St. Mathieu, for work on 'noder place, An' till I mak de beeg for-tune, you never see ma face." 76 DE STOVE PIPE HOLE Den Emmeline say ** Dominique, ma love you'll alway be An' if you kiss me two, t'ree tam I'll not tele noboddy — But prenez garde ma fader, please, I know he's gettin' ole — All sam' he off en walk de house upon de stockin' sole. '* Good-bye, good-bye, cher Dominique! I know you will be true, I don't want no riche feller me, ma heart she go wit' you, " Dat's very quick he's kiss her den, before de fader come. But don't get too moche pleasurement — so 'fraid de ole Bonhomme. ^yall! jus' about dey're half way t'roo wit all dat love beez-nesse Emmeline say, "Dominique, w'at for you're scare lak all de res'? Don't see mese'f moche danger now de ole man comearoun'," Wen minute affer dat, dere's noise, lak' house she's fallin' down. 77 DE STOVE PIPE HOLE Den Emmeline she holler **Fire! will no wa:! come for me?" An Dominique is jomp so high, near bus* d gallerie, — "Help! help! right off," somebody shout, "Fr killin' on ma place, It's all de fault ma daughter, too, dat girl she ma disgrace." He's kip it up long tarn lak dat, but not har ] tellin'now, Wat's all de noise upon de house — who*s kic heem up de row? It seem Bonhomme was sneak aroun' upon di stockin' sole, An' firs' t'ing den de ole man walk right t'roj de stove pipe hole. Wen Dominique is see heem dere, wit* wa| leg hang below. An' 'noder leg straight out above, he's gla< for ketch heem so — De ole man can't do not'ing, den, but swea and ax for w'y Noboddy tak' heem out dat hole before he) comin' die. 78 : DE STOVE HPE HOLE] >en Dominique he spik lak dis, "Mon cher M'sieur Gourdon 'm not riche city feller, me, I'm only hab- itant, ut I was love more I can tole your daughter Emmeline, ji' if I marry on dat girl, Bagosh! she's lak de Queen. I want you mak de promise now, before it's come too late, in' I mus' tole you dis also, dere's not moche tam for wait. our foot she's hangin' down so low, I'm 'fraid she ketch de cole, Vail! if you give me Emmeline, I pull you out dehole." )at mak' de ole man swear more hard he never swear before, in' wit' de foot he's got above, he's kick it on de floor, Non, non," he say "Sapre tonnerre! she never marry you, Ui' if you don't look out you get de jail on St. Mathieu." 79 DE STOVE PIPE HOLE "Correc'," young Dominique is say, "mebbe de jail's tight place, But you got wan small corner, too, I see it on de face, So if you don't lak geev de girl on wan poor habitant, Dat's be mese'f, I say, Bonsoir, mon cheij M'sieur Gourdon." "Come back, come back," Maxime is shout- "I promise you de girl, I never see no wan lak you — no never on d< worl'! It*s not de nice trick you was play on man dat': gettin'ole, But do jus' w'at you lak, so long you pull m', out de hole." "Hooraw! Hooraw!" Den Dominique is puJ heem out tout suite t An' Emmeline she's helpin' too for place heei: on de feet. An' affer dat de ole man's tak' de 3'Oung pee down de stair, I Were he is go couche right off, an' dey go o parloir. 80 THE HILL OF ST. SEBASTIEN Jex' Sunday morning dey was call by M'sieur le Cure, ret marry soon, an' ole Maxime geev Emmeline away; )en affer dat dey settle down lak habitant is do, Ln' have de mos' fine familee on Village St. Mathieu. The Hill of St. Sebastien [OUGHT to feel more satisfy an' happy dan Ibe, For better husban' dan ma own, it's very hard to fin' Vn' plaintee woman if dey got such boy an' girl as me Would never have no troub' at all, an' not'ing on deir min' But w'ile dey're alway wit' me, an' dough I love dem all I can't help t'inkin* w'en I watch dc chil'ren out at play 3f tarn I'm just lak dat mese'f, an' den de tear will fall For de hill of St. Sebastien is very far away! 6 8i THE HILL OF ST. SEBASTIEN It seem so pleasan' w'en I come off here ten year ago An' hardes' work I'm gettin' den, was never heavy load, De roughes' place is smoot' enough, de quickes* gait is slow For glad I am to f oiler w'ere Louis lead de road But somet'ing's comin' over me, I feel it more an' more It's alway pullin' on de heart, an' stronger ev'ry day, An' O! I long to see again de reever an' de shore W'ere de hill of St. Sebastien is lookin* on de bay! 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, 82 THE HILL OF ST. SEBASTIEN 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' comfier grow. An' soon de chil'ren fill de house, wit' musique all day long, De sam' ma moder use to sing on de cradle over me, I'm almos' sorry it's be ma fault dey learn dem ole tam song Wat good is it tak' me off lak dat back on ma owncontree? Till de reever once more I see again, an' lissen its current flow An' dere's Hercule de ferry man comin' across de bay ! Wat's use of foolin' me lak dat? for surely I mus' know De hill of St. Sebastien is very far away! 83 THE HILL OF ST. SEBASTIEN Wen Louis ketch me dat summer i]ight watchin* de sky above, Seein' de mountain an' de 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 groun'!" Jus' w'en I'm lookin' dat beeg cloud top, stand- in' dere lak a wall! Sam' as de hill I know so well, home on ma own con tree, 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 not'ing — me. 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 ! 84 MON FRERE CAMILLE So let de heart break — I don't care, I won't say not'ing — me — I'll mak* dat promise on mese'f, an* kip it night an' day But 0! Mon Dieu! how glad, how glad, an' happy I could be If de hill of St. Sebastien was not so far away! Mon Frere Camille TViTON frere Camille he was firse elase blood ^^ Wen he come off de State las' fall, Wearin' hees boot a la mode box toe An' diamon* pin on hees shirt also Sam' as dem feller on Chi-caw-go; But now he's no blood at all, I Camille, mon frere. Wat's makin' dat change on mon frere Camille? Wall ! lissen for minute or two, An' I'll 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'll know all about heem w'en I get t'roo, Mon frere Camille. 85 MON FRERE CAMILLE 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 leffin' dis place on de half pas' t'ree Wat you want to bring is de bes' buggee An' double team sure for me t'orsday night Ton frere Camille. I wish you be dere w'en Camille arrive I bet you will say "Wat's dat?" For he's got leetle cap very lak tuque bleu Ole habitant's wearin' in bed, dat's true, An' w'at do you t'ink he carry too? Geev it up? Wall! small valise wit' de fine plug hat. Mon frere Camille. "Very strange. " I know you will say right off. For dere's not'ing wrong wit' hees clothes, An' he put on style 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. S6 MON FRERE CAMILLE But he 'splain all dat about funny cap, An' tole us de reason w'y, 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 frere Camille. Don't look very strong dem fancy boot But he's 'splain all dat also He say paten' ledder she's nice an' gay You don't need to polish dem ev'ry day, Besides he's too busy for dat alway, Wen he's leevin' on Chi-caw-go, Mon frere Camille. But de State she wasn't de only place He visit all up an' down. For he's goin' Cu-baw an' de i\Iex-i-co, Were he's killin' two honder dem w^il' taureau, Wat you call de bull: on de circus show, O! if you believe heem he travel roun'. Mon frere Camille. 87 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* W'en rough rider feller dey fight lak hell An' he walk on de front wit' great beeg drum, Mon frere Camille. An' how is he gainin* dat diamon' ring? Way off on de Mex-i-co Were he's pilin' de bull wan summer day Till it's not easy haulin* dem all away, An' de lady dey're t'rowin' heem large bouquet For dey lak de style he was keel taureau, Mon frere Camille. 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' enough For mon frere Camille, but it's purty tough 'Cos de farmer's not raisin' such fightin' stuff An* he don't want not'ing but mos' worse kin* Mon frere Camille. 88 MON FRERE CAMILLE Dat's not pleasan' t'ing mebbe los' hees trade, If we don't hurry up, for sure, I s'pose you t'ink I was goin' it strong? Never min', somet'ing happen 'fore very long It'll all come out on dis leetle song Wen he pass on de house of Ma-dame Latour Camille, mon frere. We're makin' pique-nique on Denise Latour For helpin* put in de hay Too bad she's de moder large familee An' los* de bes' husban' she never see Wen he drown on de reever, poor Jeremie, So he come wit' de res' of de gang dat day, Camille, mon frere. An' affer de hay it was put away Don't tak' very long at all, De boy an' de girl she was lookin' 'roun' For havin' more fun 'fore dey lef de groun' An' dey see leetle bull, mebbe t'ree honder poun' An' nex' t'ing I hear dem call Mon frere Camille. 89 MON FRERE CAMILLE So nice leetle feller I never see I L' Dat bull of Ma-dame Latour Wit' curly hair on de front hees head An' quiet? jus' sam' he was almos' dead An' fat? wall! de chil'ren dey see heem fed So he's not goin' keel heem I'm very sure, Mon frere Camill But de girl kip teasin' an' ole Ma-dame She say, "You can go ahead He cos' me four dollarre six mont' ago So if anyt'ing happen ma small taureau, Who's pay me dat monee I lak to know?" An' he answer, "Dat's me w'en I keel heer. dead" Mon frere Camille Den he feex beeg knife on de twelve foot pole, ' So de chil'ren commence to cry An' he jomp on de fence, an' yell, "Hooraw" An' shout on de leetle French bull " Dis done! Ain't you scare w'en you see feller from Cubaw?' An' he show heem hees red necktie, Mon frere Camille 90 MON FRERE CAMILLE L'petit taureau w'en he see dat tie He holler for half a mile Den he jomp on de leg an' he raise de row Ba Golly! I'm sure I can see heem now. An' dey run w'en dey hear heem, de noder cow Den he say, *' Dat bull must be surely wil' " Mon frere Camilla. But de bull don't care w'at he say at all, For he's watchin' dat red necktie An' w'en ma broder he push de pole I'm sure it's makin' some purty large hole. If de bull be dere, but ma blood run col' For de nex' t'ing I hear heem cry, Camille, mon frere. No wonder he cry, for dat sapree bull He's yell leetle bit some more, Den he ketch ma broder dat small taureau Only cos' four dollarre six mont' ago An' he's t'rowin' heem up from de groun' below Wan tam, two tam, till he's feelin' sore, Camille, mon frere. 91 STRATHCONA'S HORSE An' w'en ma broder's come down agen I s'pose he mus' change hees min' An' mebbe t'ink if it's all de sam* He'll keel dat bull w'en he get more tarn For dere he was runnin' wit' ole Ma-dame De chil'ren, de bull, an' de cow behin' Camille, mon frere. So dat's de reason he's firse class blood W'en he come off de State las' fall Wearin' hees boot a la mode box toe An' diamon' pin on hees shirt also Sam' as dem feller on Chi-caw-go But now he's no blood at all, Camille, mon frere. Strathcona's Horse {Dedicated to Lord Strathcona) f~\ I was thine, and thou wert mine, and ours ^^ the boundless plain, Where the winds of the North, my gallant steed, ruffled thy tawny mane. But the summons hath come with roll of drum, and bugles ringing shrill. Startling the prairie antelope, the grizzly of the hill. 92 STRATHCONA'S HORSE 'Tis the voice of Empire calling, and the chil- dren gather fast From every land where the cross bar floats out from the quivering mast; So into the saddle I leap, my own, with bridle swinging free, And thy hoof-beats shall answer the trumpets blowing across the sea. Then proudly toss thy head aloft, nor think of the foe to-morrow, For he who dares to stay our course drinks deep of the Cup of Sorrow. Thy form hath pressed the meadow's breast, where the sullen grey wolf hides, The great red river of the North hath cooled thy burning sides; Together we've slept while the tempest swept the Rockies' glittering chain; And many a day the bronze centaur hath gal- loped behind in vain. But the sweet wild grass of mountain pass, and the shimmering summer streams Must vanish forevermore, perchance, into the land of dreams; 93 JOHNNIE'S FIRST MOOSE For the strong young North hath sent us forth to battlefields far away, And the trail that ends where Empire trends, is the trail we ride to-day. But proudly toss thy head aloft, nor think of the foe to-morrow, For he who bars Strathcona's Horse, drinks deep of the Cup of Sorrow. Johnnie's First Moose T^E cloud is hide de moon, but dere's plain- ^^^^ tee light above. Steady, Johnnie, steady — kip your head down low, Move de paddle leetle quicker, an' de ole canoe we'll shove T'roo de water nice an' quiet For de place we're goin' try it Is beyon' de silver birch dere You can see it lak a church dere Wen we're passin' on de corner w'ere de lily flower grow. Wasn't dat correc' w'at I'm tolin' you jus' now? Steady, Johnnie, steady — kip your head down low, Never min', I'll watch behin' — me — an' you can watch de bow 94 JOHNNIE'S FIRST MOOSE An' you'll see a leetle clearer Wen canoe is comin' nearer — Dere she is — now easy, easy, For de win' is gettin' breezy, An' we don't want not'ing smell us, till de horn begin to blow — I remember long ago w'en ma fader tak' me out, Steady, Johnnie, steady — kip your head down low. Jus' de way I'm takin' you, sir, hello! was dat a shout? Seems to me I t'ink I'm hearn* Somet'ing stirrin' on de clearin' Were it stan' de lumber shaintee, If it's true, den 3^ou'll have plaintee Work to do in half a minute, if de moose don't start to go. An' now we're on de shore, let us hide de olc canoe, Steady, Johnnie, steady — kip your head down low. An' lie among de rushes, dat's bcs' t'ing wc can do, For de ole boy may be closer Dan anybody know, sir, 95 JOHNNIE'S FIRST MOOSE An* look out you don't be shakin' Or de bad shot you'll be makin' But I'm feelin* sam' way too, me, w'en I was young, also — You ready for de call? here goes for number wan, Steady, Johnnie, steady — kip your head down low. Did you hear how nice I do it, an' how it travel on Till it reach across de reever Dat'll geev' some moose de fever! Wait now, Johnnie, don't you worry. No use bein' on de hurry. But lissen for de answer, it'll come before you know. For w'y you jomp lak dat? w'at's matter wit' your ear? Steady, Johnnie, steady — kip your head down low — Tak* your finger off de trigger, dat was only bird you hear. Can't you tell de pine tree crickin* Or de boule frog w'en he's spikin' ? 96 JOHNNIE'S FIRST MOOSE 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 — Can tole you all about it! H-s-ssh! dat's somet'ing now I see, Dere he's comin' t'roo de bushes, So get down among de rushes, Hear heem walk ! I t'ink, by tonder, He mus' go near fourteen honder! Dat's de feller I been watchin' all de evening, I dunno. I'll geev' anoder call, jus' a leetle wan or two. Steady, Johnnie, steady — kip your head down low — Wen he see dere's no wan waitin' I wonder w'at he'll do? But look out for here he's comin Sa-pris-ti ! ma heart is drummin' ! 7 97 JOHNNIE'S FIRST MOOSE You can never get heem nearer An' de moon is shinin' clearer, Wat a fine shot you'll be ha vin' ! now Johnnie let her go! Bang! bang! you got heem sure! an' he'll never run away Nor feed among de lily on de shore of Wes- sonneau, So dat's your firse moose, Johnnie! wall! re- member all I say — Doesn't matter w'at youVe chasin', Doesn't matter w'at you're facin', Only watch de t'ing you're doin' If you don't, ba gosh! you're ruin! An' steady, Johnnie, steady — kip your head down low. DonaV Campbell r^ONAL' CAMPBELL— Donald Bane— sailed ^^^ away across the ocean With the tartans of Clan Gordon, to the Indies* distant shore, But on Dargai's lonely hillside, Donal' Campbell met the foeman. And the glen of Athol Moray will never see him more. 98 DONAL' CAMPBELL 0! 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 ! Far from home and native sheiling, with the sun of India o'er him Blazing down its cruel hatred on the white- faced men below Stood young Donal' with his comrades, like the hound of ghostly Fingal Eager, waiting for the summons to leap up against the foe — Hark! at last! the pipes are pealing out the welcome Caber Feidh And wild the red blood 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 — 99 DONAL' CAMPBELL And the grey eye of the Highlands, now is dark as blackest midnight, 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 ! And up the hillside, up the mountain, while the war-pipes shrilly clamour Bayonet thrusting, broadsword cleaving, the Northern soldiers fought Till the sun of India saw them victors o'er the dusky foemen, For who can stay the Celtic hand when Celtic blood is hot? But the corse of many a clansman from the far- off Scottish Highlands 'Mid the rocks of savage Dargai is lying cold and still With the death-dew on its forehead, and young Donal' Campbell's tartan Bears a deeper stain of purple than the heather of the hill! 100 PHIL-0-RUM'S CANOE Mourn him! 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. O Phil-o-Riim s Canoe Mx\ ole canoe! w'at's matter wit' you. an' w'y was you be so slow? Don't I work hard enough on de paddle, an' still you don't seem to go — No win' at all on de fronte side, an' .current she don't be strong, Den w'y are you lak lazy feller, too sleepy for move along? "I 'member de tam w'en you jomp de sam' as deer wit' de wolf behin' An' brochet on de top de water, you scare heem mos' off hees min ' ; But fish don't care for you now at all, only jus' mebbe wink de eye. For he know it's easy git out de way w'en you was a passin' by." lOI PHIL-O-RUM'S CANOE I'm spikin' dis way jus' de oder day w'en I'm out wit' de ole canoe, Crossin' de point w'ere I see las' fall wan very beeg caribou, W'en somebody say, "Phil-o-rum, mon vieux, wat's matter wit' you youse'f?" An' who do you s'pose was talkin'? w'y de poor ole canoe shese'f . O yass, I'm scare w'en I'm sittin' dere, an' she's callin' ma nam' dat way: "Phil-o-rimi Juneau, w'y you spik so moche, you're off on de head to-day Can't be you forget ole feller, you an' me we're not too young. An' if I'm lookin' so ole lak you, I t'ink I will close ma tongue. *'You should feel ashame; for you're alway blame, w'en it isn't ma fault at all For I'm tryin' to do bes' I can for you on summer-tam, spring, an' fall. How off en you drown on de reever if I'm not lookin' out for you W'en you're takin' too moche on de w'isky |v some night comin' down de Soo. 102 PHIL-0-RUM'S CANOE "De firse tarn we go on de Wessoneau no fel- ler can beat us den, For you're purty strong man wit' de paddle, but dat's long ago ma frien', An' win' she can blow off de mountain, an' tonder an' rain may come. But camp see us bote on de evening — you know dat was true Phil-o-rum. *'An' who's your horse too, but your ole canoe, an' w'en you feel cole an' wet Who was your house w'en I'm upside down an' onder de roof you get, Wit' rain ronnin' down ma back, Bapteme! till I'm gettin' de rheumateez. An' I never say not'ing at all, moi-meme, but let you do jus' you please. "You t'ink it was right, kip me out all night on reever side down below. An' even *Bon Soir' you was never say, but off on de camp you go Lefifin' your poor ole canoe behin' lyin' dere on de groun' Watchin' de moon on de water, an' de bat flyin' all aroun'. 103 PHIL-0-RUM'S CANOE *'0! 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, An' den you come down on de morning for start on some more voyage. An' only t'ing decen' you do all day is carry me on portage. "Dat's way Phil-o-rum, rheumateez she come, wit' pain ronnin' troo ma side Wan leetle hole here, noder beeg wan dere, dat not'ing can never hide; Don't do any good fix me up agen, no matter how moche you try, For w'en we come ole an' our work she's done, bote man an' canoe mus' die. " Wall! she talk dat way mebbe 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. 104 PHIL-0-RUM'S CANOE 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 I tak' dat canoe lak de lady, an' carry her off wit' me, For I'm sorry de way I treat her, an' she know more dan me, sapree! Yass! dat's smart canoe, an' I know it's 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 W'ere de mos' worse current's de 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 t'ing you know you'll ronne ashore, safe on de noder side. 105 THE VOYAGEUR The Voyageur THERE'S somet'ing stirrin' ma blood to- night, 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 I'an,* Wen de man of de Grand Nor' Wes' T'ink of hees home on de St. Laurent, An' frien' he may never see — * New Year's Day. io6 THE VOYAGEUR 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* On many a hill an' long portage 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.f "De woman an' chil'ren's runnin' out On de wigwam of de Cree — De leetle papoose dey laugh an' shout Wen de soun' of hees voice dey hear — ♦ Indian boot. t Dog-sleigh. 107 THE VOYAGEUR 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 Ian* w'ere de reindeer travel free, Ringin' out strong an' clear — Off en de grey wolf sit before De light is come from hees open door. An' caribou f oiler along de shore De song of de Voyageur. •'If he only kip goin', de red ceinture,* 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 * Canadian sash. 1 08 MEB-BE 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. Meh'he 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'ryt'ing Of w'at you call de prize. 109 MEB-BE 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." DOMINIQUE 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 Cur6 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." Dominique TT'OU 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 — III DOMINIQUE Now dat leetle bo}'' of mine, Dominique, If you wash heem an' you sen' heem off ta 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 Domi- nique Wen 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. 112 DOMINIQUE "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 wouldn't let heem play outside de yard. " If you see ma leetle boy Dominique Hangin' on to poor ole "Billy" by de tail. Wen dat horse is feelin' gay, lak I see heem yesterday, I s'pose you t'ink he's safer on de jail? Wen 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 — Wat's de way you got of showin' 'twas a sin? "WallJ I put heem on de jail right away. You may bet de wan is got de beeges' wall! A bonder foot or so, w'ere dey never let heem go, Non ! I wouldn'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! 8 113 THE BOY FROM CALABOGIE Ah! ma frien', you never see Dominique, Wen he's lyin' dere asleep upon de bed, If you do, you say to me, "Wat an angel he mus' be, An' dere can't be not'ing bad upon hees head." Many tank for your advice, an' it may be good for some, But de reason you was geev' it isn't very hard to seek — Yass! it's easy seein' now w'en de talk is over, how You dunno ma leetle boy Dominique. The Boy from Calahogie TLTE was twenty-one in April — forty inches ^ round the chest, A soupler or a better boy we'll never see again — And the way we cheered the lad when he started for the West! The town was like a holiday, the time he took the train At Calabogie. 114 THE BOY FROM CALABOGIE "Are ye ever comin' back with the fortune, little Dan, From the place they say the money's like the leaves upon the tree?" "If the minin' boss'll let me, as sure as I'm a man, The mother's Christmas turkey won't have to wait for me At Calabogie." And the letters he was writin' to his mother from the West, Sure ev'rybody read them, and who could see the harm? Tellin' how he'd keep the promise to come home and have a rest ; And the money that was in them was enough to buy a farm At Calabogie. What is it that makes the fever leave the weak and kill the strong. And who'd 'a' thought our Dannie would ever come to this? "5 THE LAST PORTAGE When the Sister had to raise him, and say, "It won't be long Till it's home, my lad, you're goin' to re- ceive a mother's kiss At Calabogie." So we met our little Dannie, Christmas morn- ing at the train, And we lifted up the long-box without a word to say; Och! such a boy as Dannie we'll never see again God forgive us! *twasn't much of a Merry Christmas Day AtCalabogie! The Last Portage T'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. Il6 THE LAST PORTAGE 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. 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 — 117 THE LAST PORTAGE An' now no more for de road I care, An' slippery log lyin' ev'rjrw'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? ii8 \ UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LIBRARY Los Angeles This book is DUE on the last date stamped below. l!^ REC'D LD-URl FEB 8 ^984 Wrt4 47585 WER% ^Vi I I(f ,, i,,„,i,,,i,,,,,,liiilliiilliliiliillliililllilliiillii!---' RARY