Phil-o-rum's Canoe, and Madeleine Vercheres: Two Poems

William Henry Drummond

Phil-o-rum's Canoe, and Madeleine Vercheres: Two Poems

PHIL-O-RUM'S CANOE

"O ma ole canoe, wat 's matter wit' you,an' w'y was you be so slow?Don't I work hard enough on de paddle, an'still you don't seem to go-No win' at all on de fronte side, an' currentshe don't be strong,Den w'y are you lak' lazy feller, too sleepy formove along?"I 'member de tam, w'en you jomp de sam'as deer wit' de wolf behin',An' brochet on de top de water, you scareheem mos' off hees min':But fish don't care for you now at all, only jus'mebbe wink de eye,For he know it 's easy git out de way, w'enyou was a-passin' by" – -I 'm spikin' dis way, jus' de oder day, w'en I 'mout wit' de ole canoeCrossin' de point w'ere I see, las' fall, wan verybeeg caribou,Wen somebody say, "Phil-o-rum, mon vieux,wat 's matter wit' you youse'f?"An' who do you s'pose was talkin'? W'y depoor ole canoe shese'f.O yass, I 'm scare w'en I 'm sittin' dere, an'she 's callin' ma nam' dat way."Phil-o-rum Juneau, w'y you spik so moche,you 're off on de head to-day:Can't be you forget, ole feller, you an' mewe're not too young,An' if I 'm lookin' so ole lak' you, I t'ink Iwill close ma tongue."You should feel ashame, for you 're alwayblame, w'en it is n't ma fault at all,For I 'm tryin' to do bes' I can for you onsummer-tam, spring, an' fall.How offen you drown on de reever, if I 'mnot lookin' out for youW'en you 're takin' too moche on de w'isky,some night comin' down de Soo."De firse tam we go on de Wessoneau, nofeller can beat us denFor you 're purty strong man wit' de paddle,but dat 's long ago, ma frien',An' win' she can blow off de mountain, an'tonder an' rain may come,But camp see us bote on de evening-youknow dat was true, Phil-o-rum."An' who 's your horse, too, but your olecanoe, an' w'en you feel cole an' wet,Who was your house w'en I 'm upside down,an' onder de roof you get,Wit' rain ronnin' down ma back, Baptême! tillI 'm gettin' de rheumateez,An' I never say not'ing at all moi-meme, butlet you do jus' you please?"You t'ink it was right, kip me out all nighton reever side down below,An' even 'bon soir' you was never say, butoff on de camp you go,Leffin' your poor ole canoe behin', lyin' dereon de groun',Watchin' de moon on de water, an' de batflyin' all aroun'?"Oh, dat's lonesome t'ing hear de grey owlsing up on de beeg pine tree!

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