Jean Baptiste: A Story of French Canada 9781487582968

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Toronto Reprint Library of Canadian Prose and Poetry Douglas Lochhead, General Editor

This series is intended to provide for libraries a varied selection of titles of Canadian prose and poetry which have been long out-of-print. Each work is a reprint of a reliable edition , is in a contemporary library binding, and is appropriate for public circulation . The Toronto Reprint Library makes available lesser known works of popular writers and , in some cases, the only works of little known poets and prose writers . .All form part of Canada's literary history; all help to provide a better knowledge of our cultural and social past. The Toronto Reprint Library is proquced in short-run editions made possible by special techniques, some of which have been developed for the series by the University of Toronto Press. This series should not be confused with Literature of Canada : Poetry and Prose in Reprint, also under the general editorship of Douglas Lochhead .

UNIVERSITY OF TORONTO PRESS

Toronto Reprint Library of Canadian Prose and Poetry

© University of Toronto Press 1973 Toronto and Buffalo Printed in Canada Reprinted in 2018

ISBN 0-8020-7525-8 ISBN 978-1-4875-8168-8 (paper)

No other edition located .

JEAN BAPTISTE A STORY OF FRENCH CANADA BY

J.

E. LE ROSSIGNOL

At:THO!l OF" LITTLE STORIES OF QUEBEC"

LONDON & TORONTO

J. M. DENT & SONS LTD. l\ICMXV

To MY MOTHER

LA RIVE NATALE 0 p:itrie ! o rive natale. Pleine d'hannonieuses voix ! Chants etranges que la rafale Nous apporte du fond des bois ! 0 souvenirs de b jeunesse, Frais comme ua rayon du printemP'> ! 0 fleuve, temoin de l'ivresse De nos jwnes ca:urs de vingt ans ! 0 vieilles forets ondoyantes, Teinte du sang de nos aieuic ! 0 lacs ! a plaines odorantes Dont le parfum s· deve aux cieux ! Bords, ou !es tombeaux de nos peres Nous racontent, le temps :iocien, Vous seuls poss~ez ces voix