Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1901-08-23

oat hrst ting Patrice look lax he would
Kill heem, den he laugh ver' quit an
say Emmeline was as good as de snow
Wen 1t first fall on de ground,
But de peep say dat wan night wen
Patrice come on de cabane from de
sawmill an was unstrap his snowshoe'
outside, he hear Cyprien ak Emmeliur
to rome sway wit heem, to Mo'real,
an dat he know ver' wall dat she was
in loaf wit hcem. Patrice he don't
wait to hear no more, but walk ur
an down de chemin bout all night
long.
DE mex day he have hees mind maxi
up, an SEN for Cyprien an ak heem
ver' quit If he'd better not join de gang
dis tam an help bring down de mex
drive of log. Cyprien look at Emme.
line on dat, an Emmeline look out de
winder, an don't say nodding. Den
Cyprien look at Patric., an mebbe see
something in de eye wat max heem
change hees mind an say yes, he will
go wit de gang.
So he join de gang and go wit
Patrice an help bring down de drive.
Dey get down as far as de Leetle
Forks, wen, by gare, dey have de
worse jam on de reever. De log all
pile up across de reever an pretty
soon de water was hol' back by dat
jam bout ten, 12 foot high. Emme-
line was dere, to wait for wen her
husband was come, an wen she see
dat bad jam she walk up an down
among de leetle pine tree on de bank
an make tree, four long pray'r wit
herself.
Patrice look up an see her dc
dat. He shut his teet' togedder, bu,
don't say nodding. Den he call Cy'
prien an say to heem ver' quit: "Ceep
| am de boss of dis gang, an have
decide dat you are de bes' man to GO
out on de jam an loosen dat key-log!'
Cyprien he don't say nodding, but
t'ink he onderstan' all right. Two tam
he start to spik wit Patrice, an den he
shut hees teet' an take hees AK an
start out on de log. Patrice stan on
de bank an look at heem vile he 60
an den call heem back solder.
"Ceep," he say, "mebbe you t'ink
dat's not de right ting for fne to do
So l t'ink we leave dis ting in de hand
of lie bon Dieu, an bot go out on dis
jam togedder, an de wan dat come
blackwell, t'ink you understand"
Wen Cyprien hear dat he grow YER
w'ite on de face encore, and he say
"ver' vail" An dey bot take deir ak
an go outon de jam togedder, crawl
in lax two cats from wan log to de
odder.
All dat tam Emmeline was STAN or
de bank an watch everything dat go on
She was JUS stan dere, waitin', waitin'
wit her ham on her heart, an her face
wife as de foam wat squirt out at de
foot of de rapide.
De two men come to de needle oi
de jam an fin de key-log. Patrice fin
heem first, an vile he was chop t'ru
dat log de jam geev way an make wan
beeg roar, an go rushin' down dt
reever, wit de log all rollin' an iomp
in an twistin' lax dey was all alive fol-
sure.
Emmeline look down an see dose
log churnin' in dat feroce current, an
she see bot men go onder, an she wa;
fall right over on de ground in de faint
an de peep have to come an carry hel
on de house.
All de gang rome down de reevel
an maxi dc sehrch for de toty ot
Patrice an Cyprlen. Den, by gare, d.
first ting dey know dey see Patrice II
de water hold on to de end of log
Dey help heem outon de bank, but hi
was dat bruise' an fatigue he can't sa,
nodding, so dey carry heem into Des
jardin's cabane an geev heem tree
four dreenk' of wisky blanc. Den hi
cry out: "De boy! Save de boy!"
But dat was maxi no good, for dey
find de body of Cyprien Latour wash "
on de gravel two mile down de reever
Dey bring heem back on de village an
somebody say mebbe it was bes' tai
Emmeline bout dat first.
So or Beaupre he go to Emmelin'
an shake de head ver' solemn, an EN-
incline scream out an say: "W'ere j!
he? Were is he?" An or Beaupr,
shake de head encore an say dat h,
was dead, for he t'ink for sure sh,
mean Cyprien. Den Emmeline sh'
don't say nodding, but she get up al
go on de leetle closet, an pour some
ting out of de bottle an swallow heen
or Beaupre AK her wat she was d,
wit dat bottle, an she smile ver' qui
an say she was JUS take de mediseei
to cure de pain wat she have in d.
heart.
Den she fall on de floor, an Ol
Beaupre see dat de mediseen she TAX
was poison sure 'nough, an he rom
out an call Patrice quick. Wen d.
girl see heem she t'ink he was ghos
at first, but wen he spik to her sh
crawl to his feet an hug hees knee
an say, vile she die: II fought i
was de odder! fought 1t was d
odder!"
An OF Beaupre tot me dat Patric
he pick her up in hees srms an no
her dere mos all night long. An we
OF man Bea,pre tol' me 1out dat d
tear rome down hees cheek m he say
"Bigosh, 'Poleon, maxi de beeg mis-
take bout dat pauvre Emmeline o
ours, tink!"-Canadian Magazine.
The Common Failing.