VIII THE COUNTBT DOCTOR

An' w'enoffacross de tnountain sortie uan's Kick an' want de docteur. " Mus' be fine trip erossin' overfor watch de sun go doirn, Makin' ail dem purty color, lak iv'at you call de rainbow ! " Dat's v.'ay de peop' is taïkin ira.* feechi on de town !

But it isrit ahvay suntmer <sn de contri-e, an' de docteur

He could tôle y ou many story of de storm dat fies been in,

How hees coonskin coat coine h and y w'en de win' bloiv off de reever,

For if she's sain' oie reever, she's vot alway sam' old win' !

An' de nwuntain dat's so quiet w'en de w'ite clmid go a-sailin AU abovt her on de summer w'erc de aheep isfeedin' high, You sltould see fier on Dceember w'en de snow is pi lin' 'rotin' fur ' An' ail de win' of winter corne te a ri n' t'roo de aky !

Oh ! le bon Dieu help de docteur w'en de message corne fo call ficem, From hees warm bed on de night tam for visit eome poor m an, Lyin' sick across de hill side on nod*r side de reever, A n' he hear de uiountain roarin' lak de beej Shaw-in-igan .'

Ah ! well he know de warniug, b"t he cant stay till de mornhig. So he's hitchin' up hees leetle horse, an' put heem on berlot. Den w'en he'sfeex de buffalo, an w'issle to hees pony. Away t'roo storm an' hurricane de contrée docteur go !

! de stnall canadian prmy ! dat's de horse can walk de snoiv-dreef Dat's de horse can fin' de road too, he's niver been before ! Kip your heart up leetle feller, for dere's many mile before you, An' it's purty hardjob tellin' w'en you see your viable door !

Ya*s, de docteur he can tôle you if he hâve, de tant far tellin' Ail about de bird ivas sinyin' before de summer lef For he's got dem on hees bureau, an' he's rfo»V it hez'ef too. An' de las' tayn I vas dere—me—I see dem, ail mese'f !