The Coalville times. [volume] (Coalville, Utah) 1894-1923, 1899-05-26
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The muskrat Frenchman IL to be
found dwelling in the fats along the
Detroit river. near Detroit Mich In
stature he is small In complexion like
to his native mud. In habits simple
and-uncleanly. In appetite satisfying
himself with roast "muskrat shtun wiz
onyon." washed down with whisky
little better than raw alcohol. In
Imagination he Is wild. vivid. fanciiul.
extrayagant.
On Monday Antoine Boudie. true
type Of the muskrat Frenchman. came
into lean Baptiste Montlcs saloon at
Ecorse with red and swollen nose.
There was considerable excitement In
the saloon. The two Cicottes OF De-
trolt were playing match game OF
pedro with the two Monte brothers
Thedo Cicotte was winning. and play
ing every card with yell OF triumph
and a thump of the knuckles that
made the table dance. Fourteen
tlme!" he shrieked. as he played on
the last trick aud chalked the score
down on the table top. while the
crowd. composed Of unkempt. I'M
washed. but sympathetic muskrat
Frenchmen. pressed closely around the
players. The triumphant Thedo
turned and boheld Antoine Boudie's
nasal beacon
"Haylo. Antoine. liza! Ze red nose.
Ware you get hlm?"
Ware get him? tell you. You
say liar. but so Il II. Dees morn |
TAX pail an ax an go to riyaire; walk
out bout half acre on ice. chop hole
in Ice an get wataire. Den | say. I
thirsty; get drink stoop poot head
IN hole. drink wataire. splosh. bang!
Something's by re nose haf me fast.
] geev great swalr. lean. fall on Ice
hear something strike ! rub wataire
out my eye. Look. Dere on Ice lie
cat feesh. beeg. 30 long. wat poo
out watalre by my nose. All! she hurt
an bleed. but | TAX feesh an pail an
20 to house FRS | put leetle tat
muskrat on my nose teel she feel yer
fine. Den | weigh feesh-2O pounds.
TAX before many beeg feesh. but not
80 on my nose. Wen feesh tax nose
for bait Jus soon be couple acre on.
tell you. feesh bite my nose. How
wheesky max red LAX dat? You call
me liar? You hear dat Kanuck fell
low Somebody hol' mel keel him!
OH good. All right. Vas | TAX
drink den. Leetle glass wheesky.
please"
Antoine went to the bar. and the
cards being dealt again the game was
proceeding when the side door opened
and Theophlle Campau came In drag
ging a large sturgeon that would weigh
perhaps 30 pounds. Jean Baptisto
Monte turned TO him with an limo
Gently inquiring expression;
"Ha. Theophile. you got w'ale. Ware
you I'm dat drlf' 'shore?"
"w'at! You insool me lax dat? I
fin him on hook wat bait for him.
You stop play card mlnnit tell you
quare ting. Dis morn-early-I go
feesh. Tlnk | catch few leetle perch.
! row out couple acre on Lighthouse
Point. were ice Is gone on After VILE
perch he began bite. ! pool. Splosh !
Beeg sturgeon he come. ketch perch
by tail: hol him mp out watalre. I'M
hook him OF hook. t'row him In air.
Perch fall back In wataire and swim
way. Wal. tink dat quare ting.
Den t'row In gen. Ketch nudder
perch. splosh! Sturgeon save him
same way by tail Dis 20 on nine.
ten time Den | get mad. rage. |
swalr. t'row fist In air, stamp
prltty near hole In bottom boat but
when rrow In gen sturgeon come
Jus LAX same time before. on'y dees
time he wink at me he's eye