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you get us lunge, we give you anoder dollaire, — 

 you get us bigges' one as come from reviere dis 

 summer, we gif you two.' Bah gosh ! I tinks I 

 am sorrer, me, for not feex him hook right for 

 catch big fellaire ! Lunge no fool to jump at 

 leetly grenouille. 



" We go tree mile, — four mile on de reviere 

 — five mile to the Sault Coture, — rapides, you 

 call him, hein ? — and den turn boat roun' and 

 come back. We mak' drink some more lemon- 

 ade, — plenty, plenty, — 'A votre sante, Messeurs,' 

 I say ; — but de lunge he don't seem for want ac- 

 quaint wit' frog or wit' de lemonade. 



" We come on one mile below deep hole, plob- 

 ily, and school-mastaire, he say, * Brissette, hif we 

 gat no lunge to-day, you come again wit' us some 

 day, hein ?' Bah gosh ! Brissette he no lak dat. 

 He mak' it some tink, — den he say, * S'pose you go 

 again some tarn, s'pose I go wit' you.' 



" Bah gosh ! I tink I feex it dey stay at home 

 next tarn 'fore dey go wid me for sure. We come 

 'round de bend below de beeg stone lak one duck 

 swim on de wataire, and I tink I feex it wit' dem 

 now. I row de boat upon side de big stone, — 

 pardonez-moi, mon Dieu, — and flop ! dosh ! we 

 all go on wataire in deep hole ! 



" De ministaire he say, lak steam whistle blow, 

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