The age-herald., 1901-02-10


 "Dat is yer fonnyl" said Napoleon cho- ouette in wonder, kicking the frozen bear with his moccasined foot. Dat is wer' fonny! By gare, dat leetel bear m sieu, heem freeze steef, lak de hol ch'loupe, in two tree hourr'
 Napoleon cut his steaks from the stiff carcass and hauled it out into the snow again.
 Dis is de cole countree, m sieu," said Napoleon with @ shake of the head, as he bolted the shack door and made up the fire Yer cole eountree Dat bear he freeze trou' to hees eensides avant you walk two hondr arpent Yer fonnyl Dat remin' me bout Isadore Latour an Mamzelle Rosie an beeg Bateese Bisson. Ave 1 ev tail you dat storee bout Isadore an Bateese No? Oats fonny, too! Mos ev' bodee in Kebeck know dat storee.
 'Isadore an beeg Bateese dey bot court wit de sam girl at de wan tam. De girl she was Rosie Desjardins. Her ladder was hoP Desjardlns who boss de beeg lumb' T camp hup de reever from Mattawa. Man, zelle Rosie I t'ink she lak Isadore de bes'. Mebbe she lak Bateese, mebbe she don t. Still, she lak to ave two tree cavalier all de tam, sam as de Hamericaine girl hein! By gare, Mamzelle Rosie was de mos fines girl, de-de yer nices' leetle Canadienne hon de reever. An plentee cavalier ax her for mak' mariee, too. Bigosh, hoP 'Poleon heemself lak dat tam for mak' mariee wit Mamzelle Rosie Vail, de cavalier dat spark de mos wit Rosie was Bateese Bis son, but Isadore Latour he spark wit her, too. "Bateese he was beeg lak de OK, an hall de tam fierce eenside, an wit a voice lak de Gran Descharge. But wen he spark wit Rosie hees voice com lak de ieetle snowbird wen he's scart wit de sout win. Isadore he was leetle man, but he always chew hees teet togedder an tink wit hees head, an smart wit hees feet lak de Banty rooster But he always try to spik lak de bull-moose wen he court Rosie. So Rosie she laugh wit her sleeve an wen Isadore com an roar lak tonder wit her bout how mooch he lak her, she tol' him how gentle lak de sheep in de f1el her Bateese was An wen Bateese play wit hees chapeau in hees han an splh wit de sweat on hees neck bout how he lak her, Rosie tol him she lak a cavalier wit de beeg heart, an brave man laR her Isadore, who was not scart wit girl An Bateese he go way mad an spik ten twent' t'ousan' sacres an say to all wit Isadore. So, needer Bateese nor Isadore ever know w'icb she lak mos.
 But bime-by Isadore he buy de gran beeg guitar down in Mattawa, an he com an see Rosie an play de love chanson to her. an she lak dat yer mooeh. Dat mak beeg Bateese mad, so Bateese talk de train to Mo'real an buy heem de beeges' guitar in de town, an he geeve de notaire pub lique feefteen dolaire to teech heem tc play JAmerai Tourjour, for de notaire publique mak' de bes' music on de worl Vail, Bateese he work long tam, an speet on hees hans an work some more. I t'ink he work two tree week an try to learn de chanson Den he geeve heemself tree t'ou- of,' nl0 a11' An Hn nnto fre publique spik wit heem an say Bateese might learn La Chanson Normandie wit'ouI de sweat on de neck, mebbe. So Bateese try an try, an at las de notaire publiquc say he know La Chanson Normandie yer well. Den Bateese near go houtside heem- self for de joy an talk de first train home an go right way chez Mamzelle Rosie be- fore he forgot dat tune. Isadore see heen goin' lak de win, an say: Were you go Bateese, wit dat fine beeg guitar?' Bat eese he swell up de ches-so-an say he go chez Mamzele Rosie Desjardins to sing