Another French Lumberjack StorY

Another time this big French "reevair boss," Peltier ("Pelkay") went to the telephone station nearest the point on the river where the'big drive of logs was going on, to order some oats and hay from the supply house in the big town at the mouth of the river. He got the supply store manager on the phone, and then, blissfully ignorant of the fact that he had not told the man who or where he was, he roare.d into the phone:

"Say, you sen me up a beeg wagon load of hay, an feefty bushel h'oats right awaY, heY?"

"\Afho is it for?" asked the store man at the other end of the line.

'lFor de horse, you dam fool," roared the river boss, "you t'ink I eat hay?"

They were very proud of their "grub" on the river drive that Peltier ran. One day he was trying to coax another famous river man to join his drive, and the other one wanted to know about the "eats."

"Ffow is de grub, Pelkay?" he asked.

"De grub is de bes we ever had, I can tell your" said the big boss.

"fs dot so?" said the other, "wat kind of pie have you got?"

"We got t'ree kind of pie today," said Peltier, "h'apple pie, mince pie, an cheese."

"An de meat?" queried tlr,e other.

"De meat is gran," said Peltier; "today we got t'ree kind of meat-ham, h'aig, and h'onion."