ot drunk.

"Well, my fader he's go on old Marceau's hotel, an' he's drink all
day. Frawce Seguin he's go cross de road on Joe Maufraud's hotel, an'
_he's_ drink all day. When de night come, dey's bose stand out in
front of de two hotel for fight.

"Dey's bose yell an' yell for make de oder feller scare bad before dey
begin. Hermidas Laronde an' Jawnny Leroi dey's hold my fader for fear
he's go 'cross de road for keel Frawce Seguin dead. Pierre Seguin an'
Magloire Sauve is hold Frawce for fear he's come 'cross de road for
keel my fader dead. And dose men fight dat way 'cross de road, till
dey hain't hardly able for stand up no more.

"My fader he's tear his shirt and he's yell, 'Let me at him!' Frawce
he's tear his shirt and he's yell, 'Let me at him!' But de men hain't
goin' for let dem loose, for fear one is strike de oder ver' hard. De
whole village is shiver 'bout dat offle fight--yes, seh, shiver bad!

"Well, dey's fight like dat for more as four hours, till dey hain't
able for yell no more, an' dey hain't got no money left for buy
wheeskey for de crowd. Den Marceau and Joe Maufraud tol' dem bose it
was a shame for two cousins to fight so bad. An' my fader he's say
he's ver' sorry dat he lick Frawce so hard, and dey's bose sorry. So
dey's kiss one anoder good--only all their close is tore to pieces.

"An' what you tink 'bout Old Man Savarin? Old Man Savarin is just
stand in front of his store all de time, an' he's say: 'I'll tink I'll
fetch him _bose_ hup to de magistrate, an' I'll learn him _bose_ a
lesson.'

"Me, I'll be only fifteen, but I hain't scare 'bout dat fight same
like my moder is scare. No more is Alphonsine Seguin scare. She's
seventeen, an' she wait for de fight to be all over. Den she take her
fader home, same like I'll take my fader home for bed. Dat's after
twelve o'clock of night.

"Nex' mawny early my fader he's groaned and he's groaned:
'Ah--ugh--I'm sick, sick, me. I'll be goin' for die dis time, for
sure.'

"'You get up an' scoop some fish,' my moder she's say, angry. 'Den you
hain't be sick no more.'

"'Ach--ugh--I'll hain't be able. Oh, I'll be so sick. An' I hain' got
no place for scoop fish now no more. Frawce Seguin has rob my
platform.'

"'Take de nex' one lower down,' my moder she's say.

"'Dat's Jawnny Leroi's.'

"'All right for dat. Jawnny he's hire for run timber to-day.'

"'Ugh--I'll not be able for get up. Send for M'sieu le Cure--I'll be
goin' for die for sure.'