The Last Portage

I'm sleepin' las' night w'en I dream a dream

An' a wonderful wan it seem--

For I 'm off on de road I was never see,

Too long an' hard for a man lak me,

So ole he can only wait de call

Is sooner or later come to all.

De night is dark an' de portage dere

Got plaintee o' log lyin' ev'ryw'ere,

Black bush aroun' on de right an' lef,

A step from de road an' you los' you'se'f;

De moon an' de star above is gone,

Yet somet'ing tell me I mus' go on.

[Illustration: "De moon an' de star above is gone,

Yet somet'ing tell me I mus' go on."]

An' off in front of me as I go,

Light as a dreef of de fallin' snow--

Who is dat leetle boy dancin' dere

Can see hees w'ite dress an' curly hair,

An' almos' touch heem, so near to me

In an' out dere among de tree?

An' den I 'm hearin' a voice is say,

"Come along, fader, don't min' de way,

De boss on de camp he sen' for you,

So your leetle boy 's going to guide you t'roo

It 's easy for me, for de road I know,

'Cos I travel it many long year ago."

An' oh! mon Dieu! w'en he turn hees head

I 'm seein' de face of ma boy is dead--

Dead wit' de young blood in hees vein--

An' dere he 's comin' wance more again

Wit' de curly hair, an' dark-blue eye,

So lak de blue of de summer sky--

An' now no more for de road I care,

An' slippery log lyin' ev'ryw'ere--

De swamp on de valley, de mountain too

But climb it jus' as I use to do--

Don't stop on de road, for I need no res'

So long as I see de leetle w'ite dress.

An' I foller it on, an' wance in a w'ile

He turn again wit' de baby smile,

An' say, "Dear fader, I 'm here you see

We 're bote togeder, jus' you an' me--

Very dark to you, but to me it 's light,

De road we travel so far to-night.

"De boss on de camp w'ere I alway stay

Since ever de tam I was go away,

He welcome de poores' man dat call,

But love de leetle wan bes' of all,

So dat 's de reason I spik for you

An' come to-night for to bring you t'roo."

Lak de young Jesu w'en he 's here below

De face of ma leetle son look jus' so--

Den off beyon', on de bush I see

De w'ite dress fadin' among de tree--

Was it a dream I dream las' night

Is goin' away on de morning light?

[Illustration: Border]

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