FOREST, LAKE, AND RIVER 



1 Save me ! save me ! ' — and de school-mastaire, he 

 call, ' Brissette, Brissette, I no swim, come help ! ' 



" I go for jomp in reviere to get oar and swim 

 to school-mastaire. He grab hold, and I swim wid 

 him to ministaire. He just come up from bot- 

 tom, and he blow water out his mouf like jet 

 d'eau. He strike his hands out and catch oar, and 

 I pull bofe on de land. Aha ! — ha ! — ha ! ha ! 



" Le docteur pass him on de road not ver' far, 

 and hears hollers — so beeg he come on de place 

 to see what is de mattaire. He mak' laf, and say, 

 1 Brissette, you catch de two bigges' lunge you ever 

 got before,' and de boys in de village say to minis- 

 taire and school-mastaire, ' Brissette's lunge, Bris- 

 sette's lunge, hein ! ' They for cure feesh wit' 

 Brissette, ha ! ha ! ha ! " 



" Oh ! Brissete, you old rascal ! How could 

 you do it ? And is this the dose you are prepar- 

 ing for me ? " 



" Non, non ! certainment, — de rain he stop 

 soon, — desun hide in cloud, —we get big lunge, 

 but nevaire wid dem jewelry tings." 



" Very well, Brissette, I will adopt your method. 

 You rig up a bait your way, and on our way back 

 I will do just as you direct ; but I don't want you 

 to practise any of your funny business on me at 

 the deep hole." 



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