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It was back in Renfrew County near the Opeongo line	A
Where the land's all hills and hollows and the hills are clothed with pine	A
And in the wooded valleys little lakes shine here and there	B
Like jewels in the masses of a lovely woman's hair	B
Where the York branch by a channel ripped through rugged rocks and sand	C
Sweeps to join the Madawaska speeding downward to the Grand	C
Where the landscape glows with beauty like a halo shed abroad	D
And the face of nature mirrors back the unseen face of God	E
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I was weary with my journey and with difficulty strove	F
To keep myself awake at first as sitting by the stove	F
In old William Rankin's shanty I attended as I might	G
To the pioneer backwoodsman's tales far on into the night	G
But William talked until the need of sleep one quite forgot	H
Not stopping but to stir the fire which kept the stove red hot	H
For the wind was raw and cold without although the month of May	I
Up north the winter struggles hard before it yields its sway	I
And the snow is in the forests and the ice is in the lakes	J
And the frost is in the seedland oft when sunny June awakes	J
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He talked of camps in winter time of river drives in spring	K
Of discords in the settlement in fact of everything	K
He told of one good elder who'd been eaten by a bear	B
And wondered that a beast of prey should eat a man of pray'r	L
Of beast from wolf to porcupine killed with gun axe and fork	M
And finally of college men who did not pine for pork	M
But yet among them students said the bushman there wuz one	N
As hit me an' the settlement as fair as any gun	N
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O' course he wa'nt no buster hed no shinin' gifts o' speech	O
But jis' as reg'lar he could give some pointers how to preach	O
He talked straight on like tellin' yarns more heart I'd say 'an head	P
But somehow people felt he meant 'bout every word he said	P
He wa'n't chuck full o' larnin' from the peelin' to the core	Q
Leastwise he wa'n't the kind they call a college batch o' lore	Q
He'd no degree the schoolma'am said though soon he let 'em see	J
That o' certain sterlin' qualities he had a great degree	J
Leastwise he hed no letters till the hind end o' his name	R
But preacher say you don't set much importance by them same	R
Y' may hev titles o' y'r own an' think I'm speakin' bold	S
But there's that bob tailed nag o' mine the chestnut three year old	S
It's true she can't make such a swish to scare away the flies	J
But if y'd see her cover ground y'd scarce believe y'r eyes	J
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O' course he hed his enemies you preachers alluz hez	J
But 'twa'n't no use their tellin' us he wa'n't the stuff I gez	J
An' after while they closed right up an' looked like it wuz fun	N
When they seed the way he 'sisted out ol' Game leg Templeton	N
O' course y' knows ol' Templeton twuz him as druv y' in	T
Y' noticed maybe how he limped and sort o' saved his shin	T
He's run the mail through fair and foul 'tween this and Cumbermere	J
And faithful served Her Majesty fur nigh on twenty year	J
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The preacher stayed with Templeton the same's you're stay'n' with me	J
On a new clearance back o' this which course y' didn't see	J
An' one day on a visit tour the chap wuz startin' out	U
In the way o' Little Carlow twuz good twelve mile round about	U
An' in the bush he'd lose hisself as everybody knowed	V
'I'll take the axe ' says Templeton 'an' go an' blaze a road	V
It's only three mile through the bush ' An' so they started in	T
Quite happy like men never knows when troubles will begin	T
'Bout noon the folks was in the house a eatin' o' their snack	W
The chap comes home with Templeton a hangin' on his back	W
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The call wuz close fur Templeton who'd somehow missed his stroke	X
He alluz swung a heavy blow an' the bone wuz well nigh broke	X
An' wust of all 'twuz two whole days afore the doctor came	R
He was up the Long Lake section seein' what's that fellow's name	R
Well never mind An' when he did examine of the wound	Y
He said 'twould take all summer fur the man to git around	Y
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Well what y' think thet preacher done but turn right out an' mow	Z
The meadow down an' put it in and th' harvest too although	Z
The ol' man worried and complained as how he'd orter stop	A2
An' there wa'nt no binders in them days and work wuz work sure pop	A2
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Well when the people heerd about the way that preacher done	N
All on 'em growed religious straight sir every mother's son	N
The meetin' house wuz crowded from the pulpit to the door	J
Some on 'em hadn't showed face there fur twenty year or more	J
An' them as sot out on the fence an' gossiped all the while	B2
Jis' brought the fence planks in and sot down on 'em in the aisle	B2
An' listened sir no orator as ever spoke aloud	C2
Worked on his audience the way as that chap on our crowd	C2
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We aint no shakes o' people we aint up to nothin' new	D2
But we knows a man what's shammin' and we knows a man what's true	D2
An' when we heerd that preacher talk 'bout Christian sacrifice	J
And bearin' burdens for the weak we valued his advice	J
An' we showed it there wuz nothin' as we thought too good for him	E2
We poured our cup o' gratitude an' filled it to the brim	E2
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He aint been near so fort'nate 'n the city where he's went	F2
Some folks as didn't like him set them sticklers on his scent	F2
An' the presbytery giv him fits fur trimmin' of his lamp	G2
The way it shined the brightest an' he jined another camp	G2
But most men leastwise such as him I take it fur my part	H2
Aint got much devil in their brains when God is in their heart	H2
An' I'll allow it yet although they puts me in the stocks	J
That religion what is practical's sufficient orthodox	J
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Well thet's the finest preacher as hez struck back here to spout	U
An' there never wuz another we cared very much about	U
I've heerd o' Beecher's meetings an' such men as John B Gough	I2
But fourteen waggon loads druv down to see that preacher off	I2
We sent him back to college with a fresh supply o' socks	J
Nigh everything a student needs wuz jammed intill that box	J
An' preacher spite of what yourself with all your parts may feel	J2
Fur me an' Game leg Templeton that man is our ideel	J2

W. M. Mackeracher

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