The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1915-12-30
. HE muskrat Frenchman is to
be found dwelling in the flats
along the Detroit river. In

along the Detroit river III
stature he is small, in com
plexion like to his native mud, in hab-
it's simple and--uncleanly, in appetite
satisfying himself with roast "musk-
rat shtuff wiz onyan," washed down
with whisky little better than raw
alcohol In imagination he is Wild
vivid, fanciful, extrayagant.
Recently Antoine Boudie, a true
type of the muskrat Frenchman, came
into Jean Baptiste Montie's saloon at
Ecorse with a red and swollen nose.
There was considerable excitement in
the saloon. The two Cicottes of De-
troit 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. "T'irteen time"
he shrieked, as he played on the last
trick and chalked the score down on
the table top, while the crowd, COM
posed of unkempt, unwashed, but SYM
pathetic muskrat Frenchmen, pressed
closely around the players. The tri-
umphant Thedo turned and beheld
Antoine Boudie's nasal beacon.
"Haylo, Antoine. Ha! Re red nose.
Ware you get him ?"
"Mon Dieu! Ware l get him ? l tell
you. You say liar, but so is it. Dees
morn l TAX pail an ak an go to riv-
aire; walk out bout half acre on ice,
chop hole in ice an get wataire. Den
say, Il t'irsty; get drink l stoop,
poot head in hole, drink wataire.
Splosh bangl Something's by re
nose hat me fast. l geev great swair,
leap, fall on ice, hear something
strike. l rub wataire out my eye.
Look. Dere on ice lie catfeesh, beeg, |
so long, wat poo out wataire by
my nose. Mon Dieu! She hurt an
bleed, but / TAX feesh an pail an go |
to house. FRS l put leetle fat musk
rat on my nose teel she feel YER fine.
Den l weigh feesh-20 pound. | TAX
before many beeg feesh, but not so
on my nose Wen feesh TAX nose for
bait l JUS soon be couple acre off.
Mon Dieu, non! l tell you, feesh bite
my nose. How wheesky max red lax
lat? You call me liar? You hear
dat Kanuck fellow? Somebody hoP
mel keel him! Oh! bien. All right.
Vas, l TAX drink den. Leetle glass
please"
Antoine went to the bar, and the
cards being dealt again the game was
when the side door opened
and Theophile Campau came in drag
ging a large sturgeon that would
weigh perhaps ninety pounds. Jean
Baptiste Monte turned to him with
an innocently inquiring expression:
"Mon Dieu. Theophile, you got
vale. Ware you fin dat drift Shore?
"W'at! You insooP me lax dat?
fin him on hook wat l bait for him.
You stop play card minnit l tell you
Iuare ting. Dis morn-early-I go
'eesh. T'ink catch few leetle perch.
row out couple acre off Lighthouse
Point, Were ice is gone off. After
vile perch he begin to bite. l pool
n two, tree. l get nudder bite. l
,ool C,olosbt Daao. .+,ruaoo ba cop,a |
letch perch by tail; hoP him up out
unlock him off hook, t'row
lin in air. Perch fall back in wa
aire and swim way. Wal, t'ink dat
luare ting. Den trow in gen.
<etch nudder perch. Splosh! Stur-
,eon save him same way by tail. Dis
70 on nine, ten time. Den l get mad,
rage, l swair, trow fist in air, l
lamp pritty near hole in bottom boat;
nut when l t'row in gen, sturgeon
ONE JUS lax same time before, on'y
lees time he wink at me he's eye.
"Den l t'ink. l jump up. Pool up
mixer out mud. TAX one perch l
etch an tie him longside anker flock
0 his tail come jus to end Den 1
row him in. Sploshl Mon Dieul
Ven he get perch by tail dat time
nker get him by nose. Den l CESS
e make fly. He TAX boat long faster
an boss draw cart. FRS he go up
ivaire, pritty near ceety Detroit.
len he go down. Go by steamboats,
is lax she stan still. Den, bonn
Y, Mr.. Feesh he get tired. We stan
ill bout ten minnit. Den pritty queek,
hen he rest, he start jump out wa
aire. He jump once-jump twice.
en / t'ink. TAX oar. Poot two oar
/ wataire ready for TAX beeg, long,