if it was me or you Leevin' on Beausejour dere, w'at are you goin' to do? 

 "An' so you may t'ank de w'isky, 'cos w'ere 'll he be to-day If he never is drinkin' not'ing? Many a mile away Off on de great beeg city, makin' de money quick, W'ere ev'ry wan want de doctor w'enever he 's leetle sick. 

 "Remember de way to get heem is tell heem it's bad, bad case, Or Doctor Hilaire you 'll never see heem upon dis place! Tell heem dere 's two life waitin', an' sure to be comin' die Unless he is hurry quicker dan ever de bird can fly. 

 "T'orty mile crick is runnin' over de road, I 'm sure, But if you can fin' de crossin' you 'll ketch heem at Beausejour. Sober or drunk, no matter, bring heem along you mus', For Doctor Hilaire 's de only man of de lot for us." 

 Out wit' de quickes' horse den, Ste. Genevieve has got, An' if ever you show your paces, now is de tam to trot— Johnnie Dufresne is drivin', w'at! never hear tell of heem, Off on de Yankee circus, an' han'le a ten-horse team? 

 Dat was de lonesome journey over de mountain high, Down w'ere de w'ite fog risin' show w'ere de swamp is lie, An' drive as he can de faster, an' furder away he get, Johnnie can hear dat woman closer an' closer yet. 

 Offen he tell about it, not'ing he never do Geev' heem de funny feelin' Johnnie is goin' t'roo, But he is sure of wan t'ing, if Belzemire 's comin' die, Poor woman, she 'd never foller affer heem wit' her cry. 

 Dat is de t'ing is cheer heem, knowin' she is n't gone, So he answer de voice a-callin', tellin' her to hol' on, Till he bring her de help she 's needin' if only she wait a w'ile Dat is de way he 's doin' all of dem t'orty mile— 

 Lucky he was to-night, too, for place on de crick he got, Search on de light of day-tam, he could n't fin' better spot, But jus' as it happen', mebbe acre or two below, Is place w'ere de ole mail-driver 's drownin' a year ago. 

 W'ere is de road? he got it, an' very soon Beausejour Off on de hillside lyin', dere she is, small an' poor, Lookin' so lak starvation might a' been t'roo de war, An' dere, on de bar-room sleepin', de man he is lookin' for. 

 Drunk? he is worse dan ever—poor leetle man! too bad! Lissen to not'ing neider, but Johnnie is feel so glad Ketchin' heem dere so easy, 'fore he can answer, "No"— He 's tyin' heem on de buggy, an' off on de 

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