Indiana daily times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1914-1922, 1920-01-09
FRENCH STORIES
FROM VINCENNES
Wonderful Dog of Trudelle
Was Deer Catcher Going
and Coming

The French cha bitants" loved to talk
about the days of long ago and Alexandra
Vallee was forever talking to Billy Ma
son Of these days. One day Mason was
talking about hunting rabbits and Alex
andre looked at him In scorn. Talk
bot your vile game" he exclaimed
Mon dieu, dere amt no such game to-
day. / member wen | wer a boy de
wood wer jus full of vile game of all
kinds. Dere wer deer, and bigger den
any deer today, and dere wer elk and
dere war more squirrel and rabbit an
evrytiug. Dere wer more tings wot fly
de air dem days den dere is on de earth
desc days. member one day dere wer
so mcche duck dey fill de Who'll sky
around, an dey put de sun he's lite cut
and make dark saim de middle of de mite
tain. De checker he get all fooled and
go to roost, an de COW her all come home
to milk. De duck dey lite on de riviere
SO tick an fas, and Pile up so high one
on annuder dey max de Who'll Wabash
riviere to flow its bank oavir de Who'll
countree and thousans of people an cat
tie war drown an moche property war
los Yes, stree, you don see nothin' lax
dat desc days. Didn't I nevafre tole you
bot Louis Trude1le and hem dog?" con-
tinued Alexandra. mo? Den l tole you.
DOG OF TRUDELLES
WAS SOME ANIMAL.
"Ole Louis Trudelle wen he leev don
in de beeg thicket he nevaire had to shoot
no deer He had dog you nevaire see
de lax he catch so many deer for de ole
man. One day he have hem In de wood
and he commence to catch deer. He
run so fast he hit saplin an split him
self plum into. Ole Louis he run up
right queek and slap de pieces OF de
dog together, but he make so moche
hurrie he got one part Of de dog turn
from de odder But ron my word dat
dog he Just keep runnin' an ketch dem
deer. II Charley Van Eyea, who been
dead feety year war alive today he would
tole you de saim ting"
One cold wiater night we sat with
Francois Languedoc In his little log
abin before the blaze of the cheerful log
and we told him about Louis Trudelle
and his dog, but he seemed to see moth
ing startling in the tale.
II don know nothing bot Louis Tru-
dele and hes dog" said Francois. II
guess dat war fore my tain, but tole
you lettle story bot Taussant Berroix
dat war tole me by my fadder. 1t JUS
one Of dem tings dat happen in de ole
days wat evryboddy know bot.
EVERYTHING WILD
IN BERROTX DAYS.
"Ole Toussant Borraix he leev all he's
life mong de Chimney Pierre hills In de
Douche riviere bottom. In dose days
evryting run wild. Pom my word many
tain I hear my fadder say de vile CIT
keep hem wake all de mite tain. One
day ole Toussant be go to hunt hem
deer. He war out all de day and see
nothin' until It almos get dark. den he
see de deer, but he I'm no bullet an
nothin' in hes pocket but a peach stone.
He queek put dat in hes gun and shoot
at de deer but de deer he JUS lsf al hem
an run away an ole man Toussant be
could no fin hem. Bot four year after
wards de ole man war out in de wood
and he see one beautiful peachtree jus
full peach Mon Dieu! He tnk ! mus
have some dem peach. so he climb mp
in de tree and Sacre. away he 60 lax de
win He try to hole on, but be can no do
it an fall out de peach tree. De stone
be put in hes gun an shoot dat deer
growed out de deer head into beeg tree
full Of peach. If you don believe dis
little story you could ask my ladder who
been dead bote feefteen year. and he toIe
you de saim dam ting"