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Non, M'sieu; dere was not one man out on any of de oder platform dat mawny for to help Alphonsine. Dey was all sleep ver' late, for dey was all out ver' late for see de offle fight I told you 'bout. "Well, pretty quick, what you tink? I'll see Old Man Savarin goin' to my fader's platform. He's take hold for help Alphonsine an' dey's bose pull, and pretty quick de big sturgeon is up on de platform.
"M'sieu, dat scare him offle. He's begin for cry like one baby. "'Save me out, he's say. 'I'll give you anything I've got. "'How much? Alphonsine she's say. "He's tink, and he's say, 'Quarter dollar. "Alphonsine an' me is laugh, laugh. "'Save me, he's cry some more. 'I hain't fit for die dis mawny. "'You hain' fit for live no mawny, Alphonsine she's say. 'One quarter dollar, eh?
Send for M'sieu le Curé I'll be goin' for die for sure. "'Mis re, but dat's no man! Dat's a drunk pig, my moder she's say, angry. 'Sick, eh? Lazy, lazy dat's so. An' dere hain't no fish for de little chilluns, an' it's Friday mawny. So my moder she's begin for cry. "Well, M'sieu, I'll make de rest short; for de sun is all gone now. What you tink I do dat mawny?
De magistrate make my fader pay nine shillin'! "'Mebbe dat's learn you one lesson, Old Man Savarin is say. "My fader swear pretty good, but my moder say: 'Well, Narcisse, dere hain' no use for take it out in malediction. De nine shillin' is paid. You scoop more fish dat's the way. "So my fader he is go out early, early nex' mawny. He's scoop, he's scoop.
"'Oh, I'll know all 'bout dat, Old Man Savarin is say. 'Ladoucier let you scoop front of his land, for Ladoucier one big fool. De lan's mine now, an' de fishin' right is mine. You can't scoop dere wisout you pay me rent. "'Baptême! I'll show you 'bout dat, my fader say. "Next mawny he is go for scoop same like always. Den Old Man Savarin is fetch my fader up before de magistrate.
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.
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