A DAT WITH MASCALONGE 



" I no lak it dat way, me. I go on de store for 

 melasses, and de docteur he come and he say, ' Bris- 

 sette, I go for lunge las' week. I don't get one. For 

 how you feex it de bait on de hook for catch him?' 

 De ministaire he say, ' Brissette, for how you coax 

 de lunge ? I feesh one, two, tree tarn, and don't 

 see lunge at all.' De Heenglishmans in village he 

 ver' smart, — he know every tings, — he say, ' Bris- 

 sette, we go feesh wid you some tarn, some day, 

 noder day.' Brissette no keep it de school, — 

 Brissette he no go ! " 



" Aha ! ha ! ha ! Brissette, you old rascal ! I see 

 through it all! Here, take a little more of this 

 liquid fun, — funny-guggle water I call it, — then 

 tell me the story of the tipping over of the minis- 

 ter and the school-master." 



" Hah ! hah ! ha ! Bah gosh ! I mos' laf me to 

 dead me ! Ah '11 tole you all 'bout dat. De 

 Heengleesh ministaire, — ce faux pretre, — he 

 no lak monseur le cure Tetrault, — just same like 

 Henri huit mak' it when he want it to mak' mar- 

 ree wid some new hwomans, — he say one tarn, — 

 two tarn, — vingt tarn, * Brissette, why you no 

 ax me to go feesh wid you, — Brissette, I want 

 to go one tarn for de beeg lunge wid you, — 

 Brissette, — Brissette, — Brissette — ' I get most 

 big tired, me. 



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