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CHUISTJIIfIS IN THE PINES
It was Christmas in the woods—in the great, boundless pine woods of Northern Minnesota! To those who have never spent a Christmas among the primeval pines, with the lusty, rugged, good-natured "lumberjacks" no idea of the joy that is to be found there and there alone can obtain. "There is a pleasure in the pathless woods" that is not felt elsewhere. There one learns v/hat Gray meant when he used the expression "the breezy call of incense-breathing morn!" The ex quisite aroma of the murmuring pines mingling with the exhalations of the generous balm of the balsam gives to the sickly one assurance that had Ponce de Leon but wandered through a Minnesota forest he would not have thought his search for the Fount of Eternal Youth altogether in vain. Yes, it was Christmas week; and for two or three days Louis Prenault, the foreman, had been in the full throes of planning and preparation—co-oper ating 1 with the cook as to the best way of celebrating the- day. There is no one .who takes a more childish, disinterest ed delight in Christmas preparations, than the true Canadian French habi tant. His likes and dislikes, his friend ships and antipathies are the same— either may be founded on the most trivial affair or incident. And once formed they are for all time. There was a momentous question to be decided. It was a question of how to get to the town —forty miles away— to get the things deemed by one and all to be necessary for a Christmas dinner. This was to be the grandest affair that was ever pulled off on the banks of the Little Cloquet. Each man was "dibbing in a dollar," as Pat Ma lone phrased it, and everything was to be in sumptuous style. But how could they get the necessary turkeys in from the town. No horses were available. ' Louis had told them of the situation. "Fi' tea~m lay up, by gar!" turning to the blacksmith, who lay on the floor by the huge range, "zey are 'ow you call zat? —ya! seeck —zat ees eet, zey are seeck lak one dog, mon gar!" "And you can't spare one for two days?" asked the blacksmith. "N —no sacre, no, zee work she is back —much back." "What's the matter with a party go ing out on snowshoes?" asked the smith. . "Huh! Zee H'American lumberjack, he cannot walk zee snowshoe —zee Frenchman I want. "We are—oh hell! 'ow you say zat? —we*- are —stuck! Sure!" and he rolled the difficult syl lables around his tongue as though he had never attempted them before. The Frenchman does not take kindly to the English language. * * • But the blacksmith did some hard thinking through the night. He was a Canadian, though not a Frenchman, and in his youth he had been an expert snowshoer; and the next day he asked Louis to let him have six" men whom he could choose from the ranks. Louis gave-jfeis consent, and then, as he ex pressed it, "zee fo-on —she commence." Round and round the cook shanty the blacksmith drilled his men, initiating them into the arts and mysteries of manipulating the shoes. Many and ludicrous were the incidents that oc curred during their period of novice ship, and Louis and his countrymen laughed till their sides ached. At last their instructor pronounced thenr sufficiently versed- in "snowshoe- WHEN THE AX IS LAID BY FOR MERRYMAKING. ■■• .. .'■ '■. ■ -■:•■■ ■ ■ :.:■■:;.■■. „ M^t^^L^ ■"■l"11" I™HII» I ■ ■■■! 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And with a majestic shrug of his shoulders the foreman turned and walked into the cook shanty, leaving -the instructions with Napoleon, the cook. • * • It was five days later, in the even ing, thttt the party returned, each one shouting, stamping, puffing and brush ing the snow off himself and all telling funny stories of incidents that Bad hap pened along the way, and of how this one or that had met with a mishap while crossing a stream or a fence. The things were lovingly unpacked by Napoleon and the "cookee"' and each article placed with tender care where they would keep best. "Zee turk' —mon gar, she is one bird! Hah?" "Ay tank it yust bane about de fin es' dat was. What yo' tank, Yohn?" . "Ay bane tank so —was yust so fine. Ja, ja!" "Zee teeth she wataire lak some ting I nevaire see." "Howly saints! but what a divvle of a toime we'll hey." And all stood around and commended each in his own earnest way the work of those who had walked the weary miles and chosen the things. Two days must pass before Christ-^ mas would be with us—and oh, the amount of labor that was performed in_ that time by Napoleon and his cookee; and the amount of cursing that the excitable Frenchman did in -that period was enough to do any ordinary man for the rest of his life. But Na poleon did not weary in well doing— at the expiration of the two days he was as fresh for another run as when he first began. The huge turkeys had been hung in the loft of the barn so that they would be kept frozen, and on the afternoon of the 24th Napoleon went to the barn to get the birds. The loiterers about the camp heard him about two minutes later: "Sacre! Diable! '-rr —! 1" he fair ly screamed. "What's the matter, Napoleon?" they asked him. "Mattaire? Mattaire! Mattaire! Ze —ed fox she haf eat ze turk! Mon dieu, le pauvre turk'." And he almost cried in his rage. Upon search, however, it divulged that Napoleon was mistaken as to the identity of the vandal. He had, in his Gaelic haste, overlooked the fact that there were marks which indubitably proved that a bear —and an enormous, one, had committed the theft. "Boy garrys," said Pat Malone, as he crawled up on the hay, and surveyed the s«ene of desolation by the misty light that filtered through the cracks, "sure 'twas a cyclone that struck the place un beknownst till us. Sure how did the baste get in at all at all?" They soon found the place, but wasted no time in vain regrets. 'Each one who was able to do so got his gun and the party was soon on the easily found trail of the daring specimen of the genus ursus. About sunset they caught up with him — just as he was finishing: the remains of his feast. He was speedily dispatched and the carcass carried to the camp. "Holy baldheaded Moses." said Pat fer vently, "we've got the torkeys annyhow— hey. Oscar?" to the big Swede who walked beside hhn with a haunch of bear on his back. ' - "Ja, ay tank so." • * * Yes? it was Christmas night—my first, but by no means my last in the woods! TJhe tables were spread—the feast of "ros' bear" is in full swing. About the table is a motley crowd. Americans, Irish (where will one not find them?) French. Swedes. Finns and the ever-present Glengarry Scotchman. All enjoying the one day of the long, tedious winter that is given to the woodsman to celebrate as suits his humor while in the woods. "Ros" bear and p'sup—she batter dan ros' bif 'lone Hah?" "You bate —she's pufty good chewin'!" assented a hearty Celtic voice; "Napoleon savvies about puttin' on all th* trimmins, he does." "Pass down them prunes there—yer so busy atin' ye Jiiink no one else wud like a little snack himself," bawled a Glen garry. The feast is- over and all are in the humor for telling of the days lpng ago— the Scotchmen tell of the "wonderfu' hauls in the' Nincissins and lluskoka THE ST. PAUI, GLOBS, SUNDAY, DECEMBER 28, 1902. wo-ods;" the Frenchmen tell in awed, reminiscent whispers of the startling inci dents they encountered in the drives on "ze ole Restigouche or ze Miramachl in eighty-fi'—by gar she was dandee!" and the Scandinavians sit smoking their pipes and seem content to let the others do the talking; occasionally they nod their heads as if by way of encouragement. Soon Louis, upon whom the others have been waiting to give the word, says "Sing habitat song, Jules, ole fashion song—she ees good." And In a loud but sweet voice Jules very accommsdatingly sings: "Une Grande Piqnique! Dne Grande Piq nique! Lak' tonder ze ocean ro'rl Blow lak' noting I never see. Blow lak' ze Diable makin' grande tour! Hear ze win* on ze be-eg pine tr-ree! A salvo of-"se bon," "great," "yust fine" and "fioine" greeted this effort, stirring the others to try their luck with voices hoarse from swearing at horses and "hal looing" through the density of the forest; and in a moment the rude but stirring notes of a hearty "Come-all-ye" is mak ing the dust fall from the rafters as eighty lusty throats swell the chorus. * * * It is a fine thing to be a good singer, but the pride of the woodsman is to be a good dancer. So it is not long till they all adjourn to the big shanty and the benches are cleared away, and nothing is left on Ihe floor but the great stove and the pile of green maple wood that surrounds it on all &ides. Louis tells us that Napoleon "he play on ze fid' lak' ze dcv'," and after Napoleon comes with the instrument we are con strained to believe him. Surely it must have taken years and years of unremitting practice to be able to extract from the violin the series of shrieks and wails that the Frenchman found within its bright, brown body. He has tuneQ it up and an nounces that he is ready. "Play ole fashion reel," said Louis, "she ver' good." They choose their "ladies" and-then the ball is opened. He plays the low, mellow notes of the "Elfin Waltz," a favorite with the lumberjack, in a quavering way that makes the chills run up and down one's spine; and with a celerity that is wonderful they glide about the floor to its seductive strains. "Aw, sure." said one of the Irishmen, as they stopped for breath and Napoleon put some "ros' on de bow," *"Oi don't loike that 'Infidel Waltz' at all at all—play something more quick and divvlish. Sure, Now, 'The Oirish Washwoman' is fioine to jig to. Eh?" The company are nothing loath, and soon the nimble-footed son of Erin is cut ting capers about the floor—jumping in the air to see how many times he can crack his heels together before touching the floor, and all such antics so dear to the big heart of the unsophisticated lumber men. He is complimented very highly, and then Louis announces that "ze whisk —she be bring—an' ze hot wattaire, ya! an' ze suguire!" Again the fire of the old Cloquet days is strong upon me—it flows through my veins like Chian wine and will not be stilled! Again through the fretted aisles of fancy I follow the swaying figures as they whirl with liquor-accelerated speed through the mazes of the dance with rude jest and hearty guffaw! I see some long, lean, lanky red-shirted son of far-off Glengarry open the door of the great stove and the lurid light from the fierce fire beats upon his red hair, ruddy face and freckled, hairy hands. From across the room there comes an expectoration of huge dimensions and lands, with the accurate aim that comes of long practice, fairly upon his hand. The incident is greeted with a general laugh as he fruitlessly looks for the culprit. "Heap on more wood, the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will; We'll keep our Christmas merry still!" He takes large sticks of the green maple and tosses them into the Hungry may? of the stove, and as they strike the fire they hiss and steam and spit as though for very spite. Then he closes the door and the only light is that of the smoky lamps as they shed their sickly radiance in a grudg ing manner over the joyous Bacchanalian scene. Wilder and faster the fun waxes and someone suggests that a kicking bout be started —Jules St. Oroix is the acknoledged champion in this respect, every winter he has held his own against all-comers—they all wonder if there is no newcomer this year who will wrest from him the laurels he has worn so long. A space is cleared and Jules takes the lead. He kicks very cautiously, as is his wont —to lead the new ones on. They are easily known. Several who take a pride in this accomplishment In this respect step forward, little aware that the man whom they are about to compete with is the champion of the famous Pierre le Bouche district in far-off beloved "Xebec." As they register their kicks Jules always lands about an inch above the last mark —so as to not discourse thjhn. At last but one man is lefl^-aTall and lanky son of Norway. — "Ay skol tank et gpin' bane porty tight keckin*," remarked one-'of the friends of. the Scandinavian. The J competitors wise ly say nothing—for the first time In his history Jules is a Httl© mite afraid that his prowess is not equal: to the occasion. The stolid expression t qf the Norwegian denotes nothing affirmative orTiiegative. Higher and higher g£ow me marks of each. The Norwegian with noncommittal nonchalance equals" every scratch made by Jules, who with grim defiance in his facs sees plainly that, the efforts of the other are not nearly as laborqd.as his own. "Seven feet two inches!" calls the ref eree. "Jules, you'll haye to dust to beat the Norske." "Seven feet four an*'a half—come on, Ole!" Up they went till the-Norwegian made the phenomenal kick of seven feet nine and a quarter. Nothing daunted, Jules, though he knew well he would never • make it, essayed to eqfcal It and fell flat upon his back. Though cheered on by his friends, he. would riot try again,, but walked over to the Norwegian and held out his hand without a word —the other took it as silently. He knew what, it was for a strong man like Jules to acknowledge another his peer. Thus it was that for the first time in his thirty^eight years' of life that Jules yielded up the palm to an other in his beloved sport. It is told of in awed whispers after the men are through work in the evenings even to this day. To cover up Jules' mortification they plurged still farther and wilder into tho sport of the evening. _ Pat Malone got upon the table, which had been placed in the center of the floor, and sang. "We speak of a merry Christmas, And many a happy New Year; But each in his heart is thinking Of those that are not here." He managed to sing the verse through and then his memory failing him he was hustled from the throne and another, mounted it whose mind was more reten tive. "Plaintee tarn' till morn'," said Louie, and the whiskey juar was placed upon the table, each man with a tin cup from the kitchen, and the revellings degenerated into an orgie that would tell the next morning. Napoleon warned them to not drink too much. "When yo' come to me fo' ze cup* cpff' an' ze col' towl yo' fin' hout wat I tol' yo'. Savvy?','' MUSIC AND DOMESTIC PEACE WERE INCOMPATIBLE Three Pretty Song Writers Who Sang of Home Lost Their Husbands. Three young woman song writers of In dianapolis, the eldest only twenty-two, have had romantic careers, more remarka ble than any set forth in their songs. Before their marriage their names were Miss Elsie Lowry, Miss Marion Barrack man and Miss Maebelle Hufford. These young women live within a stone's throw of each other, and yet they have never met. Each eloped after a rapid teourtship. Each selected for a husband a man younger than herself. Each separated from her husband with in a few months. In each instance the ChieGreause of the differences and the separation was the wife's devotion to music. .T r It is sad to record that' ;the authors of such sentimental compositions as "Baby Asleep," "I Love No Other Like My Cab in Home," "She__ Has Found, a Place in Her Heart for Me," "Sleep. Baby. Sleep," /'The Old Trundle Bed," '.'He and I" and 'other sentimental and 'domestic ditties should have personal experiences that be- lied their songs. The only consolation for those who love the romantic Js found in the experiences of Mrs. Elsie Lory Phillips, who became reconciled to her husband "through ..the same agency that .caused them to sepa rate —one of her own 'songs. Her marriage to Howard Phillips was a runaway one in a double sense. Both her parents and his objected to the. roa^eh,. because she was but twenty and Howard: was only eighteen; So-the-yotmg!people hired a horse and buggy and started'^or'. ah obliging justice of the peace. r Tn?'trap/ broke down and th£ horse ran away 5. Forr a time it seemed that"a funeral •Vfas "more imminent than a wedding, but the pair escaped with slight injuries and.carried out their programme. Mrs. Phillips proved a better, composer than housekeeper, and the boy husband didn't like it. Moreover, he was jealous of his wife's devotion to her music, and they separated. They really did love- each .other, arid true to her instinct Mrs. Phillips ex pressed her misery and unhappiness in a song. He happened to be passing the home one night and heiird her singing the plaintive ballad. He was so affected that he immediately entered and clasped her to his arms, and now everything is lovely. Mrs. Phillips has been told' that the song would make her a smalt fortune, but she declares that it shall never be pub lished. She holds it sacred. Marion Barr&ckman made her greatest success when she set to music James Whitcomb Riley's "The Old Trundle Bed," which has gained great popularity in the middle West. Four days before she THB^GtOBE =qiviEs GREEN TRADING STAMPS To all city subscribers making payment, and* double the number of stamps for payments in advance ASK THE COLLECTOR \ CASH WANT ADS. Also iget the little green stamps ■ CALL AT THEIOFFICE sent the song to a publisher she eloped with Raymond Barth. The song was far more successful than her marriage. Whether domesticity quenched the fires of musical inspiration, or her personal experience made it im possible for her to compose music, is a moot question. Certain it is that 'the pub lishers to whom she submitted her efforts declared that the music of Mrs. Barth lacked the .rhythm and swing that had distinguished the compositions of Miss Barrackman. She applied for a divorce and her husband was not unwilling that It should be granted, so last June the court made her Marion Barrackman again, and the first song she wrote after she secured her decree was immediately accepted, Miss Maebelle Hufford was a "co-ed" at Ann Arbor when she wrote the "Ann Ar bor TworiStep," which has had a great success. "Her romance began in a class room and it progressed with a rapidity faster than any known musical move ment. Edward Johnson was the young—man who gained her affections, but it is pos sible that she would not have married him had she not wanted to go to a dance. Exit from the dormiio rv \ nd iorY i-tun'-. The resourceful Mr. Johnson, &geif 21, placed a painter's ladder against the win dow, Miss Hufford descended and they went to the ball. After that festivity they sought a justice of the peace and were married. It was the same story—music and do mestic peace, seemed incompatible—and now Mrs. Johnson has sued for divorce. Couldn't Stand Hustling. In Harper's for January, Wu Ting Fang, in his article on "Chinese and Western Civilization," tells pf an Ameri can who, having lived for a time in China, was unable afterwards to endure life, in: his own country: "I had an American friend in China"/' who died only a short tune ago?" sajss, Mr. Wu. "The story of his life is rather interesting. He went to China when he was a young man. 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