Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1873-02-13
THE LITTLE WOODEN SHOE.
TRANSLATED FROM THE FRENCH.

TRANSLATED FROM THE FRENCH.
JACQUES was IA tshermau--a lucky one,
too. He had little "ouse, all his own,
and Jeanne, and Apge, the jolliest little
scamp that ever romped u iisherman's cot.
tage. But those were not all his treasures.
lie had besides II store of nets ana boat
called she Fine. Anguille. The sea was
never yet too rough for either The
captain Of this frigate was Jacques the
mnte--and what u mate he was was
Fanor,a Newfoundland, peer and prince
OF dogs. Everybody knew the Fine.
Anguille. Everybody knew Fanor And
well was 1t for them that they did, They
had made his acquaintance under memoir.
able circumstances. For, when Finor
looked from his kennel at night along the
dark coast, he could see the glow of many
tireside which would long have been
dark and cherries if he had not rescued
from the waves tho strong arms that earn
ed It's fuel. Many mother felt something
,ueer in her throat and in the corners of
her eyes when she saw the great shaggy
brute and thought of certain little head
that might long ago havo been pillowcd
in the sea, weeds.
But when the feast of our Lady of Lar
NOR came, all then Fanor was in his glory.
Did he walk in the procession? OF course
he did Did he know what was the
proper thing for respectable dog to do,
and where his right place was, after the
banners? All !'said Jacques, "he's a
Christian. He's no dog he is almost a
man
After Jacques and Fine. Anguille and
the sea, Ange was the dearest friend of
this dog. Fanor paid the most delicate
attentions to thiS little fellow. He kept
back his strength, and reirained from those
huiserous leaps, ne gave Ange thousand
tender careSses with his great cold nose
and with his paw; and when he licked
his hands, he scarcely moistened them. II
was plain that he was in love with this
baby. As tor Jeanne, She loved nothing
in the world besides Jacques and Ange
and the dog.
For YOU and me, and the thoughtless,
busy world, what a grand sight to watch
the sea IN September So deep, SO dark, it
falls and rises with ever increasing ma
Jesty There is a menace IN It's ceaseless
roll, its beauty Is terribly grand and from
the shore we admire it's strength and its
immensely. But how different it appears
to the poor fsherman's wife for her there
Is nothing to admire in the ocean. For
her 1t is only source of anxiety and
dread. How gloomy to her is the evening
~ II settles over tins ever tossing plain
how her h eart starts at the vague threats
OF the wind. This blue and white-crested
mass Is perhaps i ohroud. Is there no
moaning save that which the Tstless
waters make? And when the horizon
lowers, Is the wild cry of the Sea-hird the
only strange cry that can be beard ? And
as the wind sweeps from the stormy oitng
we perhaps think it beautiful but to tho
fisherman wife il is dreadful She fears
tor HIM who tolls il the abyss. What can
litle she'll like Fine Augulle and a man
and dogdo against TIE ocean,
We nay say, How heauutal !" But
shJ cries, Holy Virgin the sea is too
h Oh Sweet Jesus it blows too. too
hard
one day Jeanne was with Auge on the
beach, and Jacques was preparing Fne-
Anguilie for fishing. Jeanne sat 6ulttmg
by the waters side Auge had kicked Oh
one 81. his ltde wooden shoes. and with his
rosy little foot was ulayin- III the water.
lie laughed, he shouted, he >plashed the
little waves that ran softly upon the sand.
All what tiue fun he was having.
Il was evening The setting sun bathtd
the entire coast in purple, and the sea,
still and peaceful, reflected his scene Of
>llendoT