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Misplaced Da wind she blow from I don't know where, She blow so 'ard, maybe from Lac St. Pierre!? But d'ats in de h'east, an' I'm way out 'ere, Da snow she's piled almost up to my ear. H'its a wind da natives say is called a Chinook, Da 'air on me head she almost took! D'is Chinook, what da 'ell is dat? Gotta get me outta here, gotta scat. H'and go back to de h'East where da 'ills do roll, Dese damn Rockies 'ave got no soul. D'are 'ard and d'are high and, Takes away da whole damn sky. So I tink I goes back to Riviere de Loup, I be safer d'ere in me courier de bois suit. An' d'ats de story of 'ow I came 'ome, I no longer wants to go h'out and roam. |
Additional Notes:
You gotta think in Quebec h'English. The French in Quebec have a difficult time pronouncing
their h's in English.
A courier de bois suit is the ones the trappers used. It is adorned by a large sash tied at the
waist, and the colours told what part of Quebec they were from.
Quebec is in Canada and is 75% french speaking. In some areas they don't even speak English.
The capital of Quebec (a Province)is called Quebec City, and is the largest french speaking
city outside of France.
Courier de bois literally translated means "runner of the woods." They were the original explorers
of Canada and some of them also teamed up with Lewis and Clark to open the west.
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