"I tole you somet'ing else also--mon cher Napoléon-- I get de grande majorité, for go on parliament, Den buil' fine house on borde l'eau--near w'ere de church is stand-- More finer dan de Presbytère, w'en I am come riche man!"
I say, "For w'at you spik lak dat? you must be gone crazee. Dere's plaintee feller on de State, more smarter dan you be; Besides, she's not so healtee place, an' if you mak l'argent, You spen' it jus' lak Yankee man, an' not lak habitant.
"For me, Bateese, I tole you dis: I'm very satisfy-- De bes' man don't leev too long tam; some day, ba gosh! he die-- An' s'pose you got good trotter horse, an' nice famme Canadienne Wit' plaintee on de house for eat--W'at more you want, ma frien'?"
But Bateese have it all mak' up, I can't stop him at all. He's buy, etc., seconde classe tiquette, for go on Central Fall, An' wit' two-t'ree some more de boy--w'at t'ink de sam' he do-- Pass on de train de very nex' wick, was lef' Rivière du Loup.
Wall! mebbe fifteen year or more since Bateese go away I fin' meself Rivière du Loup, wan cole, cole winter day. De quick express she come, horraw! but stop de soon she can, An' beeg swell feller jomp off car, dat's boss by nigger man.
He's dressim on de première classe, an' got new suit of clothes Wit' long moustache dat's stickin' out, de 'noder side hees nose, Fine gol' watch chain--nice portmanteau--an' long, long overcoat Wit beaver hat--dat's Yankee style--an' red tie on hees t'roat--
I say, "Hello, Bateese! Hello! Comment ça va, mon vieux?" He say, "Excuse to me, ma frien', I t'ink I don't know you." I say, "She's very curis t'ing, you are Bateese Trudeau, Was raise on just sam' place wit' me, dat's fifteen year ago?"
He say, "Oh yass, dat's sure enough--I know you now firs'-rate; But I forget mos' all ma French since I go on de State. Dere's 'noder t'ing kip on your head, ma frien', dey mus' be tole Ma name's Bateese Trudeau no more, but John B. Waterhole!"
"Hole on de water's" fonny name for man wat's call Trudeau; Ma frien's dey all was spik lak dat, an' I am tole heem so. He say, "Trudeau an' Waterhole, she's jus' about de sam, An' if you for leev on State, you must have Yankee nam'."
Den we invite heem come wit' us, "Hôtel du Canadaw," W'ere he was treat mos' ev'ry tam, but can't tak' w'iskey blanc. He say sat's leetle strong for man jus' come off Central Fall, An "tabac Canayen" bedamme! he won't smoke dat at all!