The age-herald., 1901-02-10

moose skssp wit de foot an den say bout loudt wy, dat is ae beeges moose skNen ever see. Bisosh, dst will De Jus de ftn4 for me to geeve to Mansalbs Rosie, tinhs
 Den Batesss he 'eaY dat an he get mad eenside de skesn. Oats my moose-skin, fsadore Latour, an wen I get bout of dis will break de jaw hon you face, sacre- damp M
 Mon die, dat Is fonnyp Isadore say, wit leetle laugh. almos' t'ink I ear som'boddy spik wit me right here in de needle of de foresP
 You let me hout of here, Isadore La tour, hor will cut de leever bout of your eensidesr Bateese say, tryin' to move jus de leetle finger eenside de skeen.
 " Dat Is de fonnies' ting ever seen! lsadore say, makin de sign. I tink for sure hear voice spik wit me den. No? Wall, l tink 1t was de win.'
 Den Bateese say he keel heem for sure 'nough, an swear wit de mout', an Isa- dore tell me, m seu, he never hear noddin so bad lak dat. But Isadore he pull hees leetle calf moose hoff in de snow, an roll Bateese an de skeen on de hoP tobosgan An lsadore say: 'Bigosh, dat is de heav- ies' skeen I ever seel an say hout loud he t'ink he will cut 1t in de needle wit hees ak Den Bateese mak de moan lak de bull-moose, an swear wit de mout' again an spik de bad words hall de way home. But dat mak no diff renee wit Isadore, who preten he t'ink it is de loup garou he 'ear, an go hall de faster
 Wen he com chez M sieu Desjardins he call bout Rosie an hall de fami1e, an show de fine skeen. An Rosie's ladder he say 1t was de fines skeen he ever see an shake de han wit Isadore, an say he is dat proud to ave de fine garcon in de fam file. An Bateese he start to say de swear words again an Isadore fill hup de hole at de top wit snow. Wat are you doin' wit dat snow? said Mamzelle Rosie, who fought she ear de fonny noise eenside. Den Isadore whSesper someding in de ear to Rosie, an dey bot laugh, an Isadore had to put plentee more snow in de hole at de top of de skeen.
 I t'ink we'd bettaire go to M sieu le Cure right away, said Isadore.
 Alright said Rosies ladder, but don't you t'ink, Isadore, we bettaire put dat fine skeen eensde to taw bout, eh?'
 "Isadore he don't know wat to mak' wit dat. Den he t'ink wit de head and swell hup hees ches'-so-an' say: Dat skeen! he say. No, saire; de han don't touch dat skeen till Mamzelle Rosie is my femme. Den, M sieu Desjardins, he say wit hees gran air, den, wen we have de gran fete tonight, or tomorrow night, de nex' night, den we take heem In an put heeul by de beeg box stove an Jaw heem bout. But I t'ink we mak' no hurry Dis tam MamZelle Rosie had to t'row snow in de hole for bout tree four minute bfore she mak' Bateese shut de mout.
 'So way dey hall went to de cure, an lef' de skeen '-so-hup to de church door, But wen dey come bout de skeen was gone. Som peoples say hol' Pelang chop Bateese hout an som peoples say dat W en Rosies modder com hout in de needle because de leetle babee mak de cry she hear Bateese in de skeen say many tam he will keel heem sure nough, l to go way wit de quit mout' if she let heem hout, Vail mebbe so, .an' mebbe not. But dey say, m sieu, Bateese lef' de town wit de frot' hees mout' an'-an'-an' hall de bad tings don't know in de Ain giaish.
 "Oh, yes, m'sieu, Bateese cam back long tam after dat; de yer nex sommer I tink, wit femme of hees own. She was de chamber maid at de gran hotel, in Mo'real, an is de madame wit de beeg way, an always mak' too mooch talk bout de Parisien!'