The mirror., 1911-07-13

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endeavoring to short cut,
as was his invariable custom, the
long about curve in the road. Our
belief as to the identity of the iDdi-
vidual out there was made certain
when we heard voice, rancous
from exposure to the frost-laden air
endeavoring to sing a fol-de-roi
composition in which he took much
delight, when the humor seized him,
to start something" about the camp.
The lines, as near as can remember.
ran about like this:
Oh, me name it is Pat,
And Oil take off me hat
70 the man who is war-rin
The green.
He's an Irishman tr-rue,
Av an imirald hue
Oh, me, Och home Phwats that!
Shur-re the Dago's'' the mon =
Say that agin'! Pw-chwee
Ye blitherin' Son av goat!-
The latter half followed an inter-
ruption which some of the fellows
always managed at about the right
time. by mentioning Dago,' SO that
Pat should hear the remark.
1t is needless to say that Pat did
not go to work that day, though he
might as well have done so, for his
old enemy, Frog the cat to the
dog in the fun making after a siren
uous day in the wood, was that day
"shanty- boss" chore-boy" and gen.
eral all around 'factotun" at the
camp which we had that winter oc-
cupied and which would be home"
to us for few days longer.
Frenchy," or Poinette Joe, OF
Frog" as Pat called him, found
that the stove needed considerable
attention that day, and that the wa
ter barrels must be kept full, the
floor swept and etc., etc. However,
all would have been at peace had
not Pat thrown an old stag-shoe at
Frog" for all poor "Frenchy'' said
was: How she be % in reference to
him and in aside to another occu-
pant. At that remark, up jumped
Pat from his bunk and hurled the
stag" exclaiming: Indade; an
it's famale Oi do be afther looking
to ye, ye parle ze-vows, ould sahm
pong, two-jumps eh!
Joe lodged the shoe and laughing
; walked over to the wash-stand ane
got drink Of water, stepped to tn
, door: which he opened and held OF
: hinge, and then turning in his ia
, miliar way we had learned to know
! started in on our Temporary inyall'
s with:
"Oh. re nem she bane Pat,
]: An she TAX off re hat
I. To re mon W at re gr-r-r-n-w-ar-e!
+ The last two words were strun
out and uttered IN just the rigt
/ shade of shrillness to make them pal
ticularly offensive to Patrick, an
It Joe would then hop, skip and jun
r around the corner of the shanty onl
a to hurl back at his antagonist the rt
mark that he himself was an Orangs
man. which was enough for Pat I
o tear loose.
: However, aside from their jok'
- they were as good friends as coul
be found within the camp; an
" Poinette, by the way, bore
ct Royal reputation in that he was tt
If star among stars on boiling bu'
10 bling log run, and with his corkt
10 shoes am ready to believe, cou
.. have ridden log that foated end u
of He and his old bateau," which
ba claimed as direct inheritance fro
Father Marquette, were objects
no more than ordinary curiosity even
the boys of that camp-which W
nd saying something.
n Beside these two coming in
t's their share of attention, apart fre
ot the boss" himself, were two fu
er blood Indians; one named Wa
be poose; and the other, whether pro
no erly or not was called Ketch-em.
he They were both good fellow
m quiet as is the habit, of the Redms
but what they lacked in the way
lat speech was fully turned to accou
in when it came to toss-up" or 9th