Dec. 20, 1913. 
FOREST AND STREAM 
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More From Pierre Dominique 
Riviere aux Raisins, Dec. 2 , 1913 . 
Monsieur Le Foret et Riviere: 1 hav, for 
very long tam, keep my tempair wid all de gab- 
bonnage wicti some papair was tek up de tam 
and de patienter of gentlemen who have yet 
remaining, some little sense an’ de cervelle, who 
look to de journal which dey read for the enter¬ 
tainment and information from dat source; but 
lak myself, dey was be awful disappointment wid 
it. Dey did not arrive. It was lak mans try 
for get some useful inform from de luny fellair 
in de bug-house. In de firs’ place, sair, I beg 
permission to mak apologie for de littly bit dif¬ 
ference dere may be expose in my knowledge of 
de H’anglish language and Grammair, and will 
inform you sans ceremonie dat I am Frenchmans, 
an’ not one littly bit mak sham of dat circum¬ 
stances. No, sair! My fadder she kem from 
La Belle France to Quebec, where he settle. He 
was from de noblesse—high up. My h’oncle Bap¬ 
tiste, also, came at de sam time. But he was one 
Coureur des bois —wood ranger, trapper, hunter 
and mak plenty money in the Grande Lake Re¬ 
gion, wid de Hudson Bay Company, an’ de big 
traders. I was, too, very much attract by dat 
kan o’ life. I like to hunt and fish and be wid 
de Chippewas an’ de Ottawas—but not all de 
tam tegedder, like Baptiste, non, non. 
I subscraibe for some papair—-two, tree of it, 
in de supposition dat I might sit don de evenin' 
in my cabin on bose sides of my fire places and 
be treat wid the bes’ kan of news and true ac¬ 
count of how de business of all kans on all de 
ways de hunter and voyageurs’ affair was be goin’ 
on in de worl’, but, sair, I was be much dis¬ 
appoint in my expectation. I was so disgust wid 
de fellair who write in de outdoors magazan, 
'bout dare great adventures in de woods and on 
de watair (wich dey never had), dat I wonder, 
me. if dey ever go out deir own kitchen or barn— 
dey talk like lill child or big liar, anyhow, de are 
w’at you call fakes. Eh? 
But all of dem is not like dat. Oh, no. I 
have been much entertained by some of it. 
I have live here in dis places many years—in 
dis beautiful places, which La Salle and Cham¬ 
plain and Hennepin and Charlevoix called the 
most beautiful spot in the world—the hunter’s 
paradise, when they came first here in thir canoe 
explorations, more as hondered years ago. 
I also like des Etats Unis, all of it wat I 
have visit, very much—an’ I would like to remain 
here to de odder side of my life, if my littly 
inclinations which I haf, could be gratify. But, 
by Gar, it makes me tres chaud de way dem fool 
fellair go on. For instance, like dis way: One 
fellair say to de odder, “Well, Doc, ’s’pose we 
go out to Yaller Lake for few days and kill ’bout 
dozen of de big deer, of it; dey’s plenty out dat 
way.” 
“Alright,” says Doc. “We go right off. soon 
ve get ready. We hav to get our provisions an’ 
stuff ready fust ve go. We take cars to Poplar 
Hill tomorrow.” 
So they go wid deir guns an’ dray load of 
grub, and make camp—and den follows great 
long story abut not’ing at all—exept how many 
flap jacks dey h’eat, how much whiskey dey drink, 
how dey play pokair all night, how many turkey 
dey kill, and deer and moose and all de h’animals 
in de minagerie—all of wich is pack o’ big lies. 
Prob’ly dose chaps was never in de woods 
in deir lives, never was clap deir eyes on a deer, 
much liss have kill one. Monsieur, this kan’ o’* 
stuff make me very mal a la stomache. Instead 
of dis kan of rot, why do dey not varier de pro- 
grame, and tell someting useful, provide dey 
know any ting useful! Why do dey not 
explain to de ignorant farmer habitants, how is 
de bes’ way for plant potatoe, (and keep de bug 
away) an’ de bes’ formation of de scarecrow 
in de cornfield to keep de black crow from pull 
up de roots? and de latest manner fer cut off 
de branch from de apple tree an’ de right kan 
o’ stuff for squirt on de blossom for kill de 
circleyou O—and some tings like dat wich mebbe 
they know (but probly not, eh?). Its funny ting 
dat dese fellair all de tam write some splendid 
fool tings which dey dont know not’ing about, 
and make de papair seem like some comique? 
But I mus’ congratulate you. Monsieur Foret 
et Riviere dat dis is not de characteristique of 
your papair—wich I tink may be account for by 
dis fac: Eider your writairs are not not dis kan 
o’ folks, or if de odder kan send you some of 
thir crazy letters, you use your judgment and 
good sense and carefully file dem away in the 
fire place or some conveniet was’e basket. I tank 
you for your plaisir, and remain your tres obeis- 
sant serviteur. 
Pierre Dominique. 
P. S. Mebbe I hav more to say nodder tam. 
WAITING 
