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62 Uncle Gus and Aunt Veronica Norwegian he, and French and Cree was she Of Turtle Mountain hills and lakes, you see, He off the boat from Norway, as you construe— The land of fiords and solid mountains light blue. So they married, seemingly contraire; She in braids dark black, he with a blonder hair. Oh yes, two different tongues they spoke in life Which often caused them strife. “Dese” and “dems” and “dose,” you would hear. Or, “yah,” and “tank you wh’ery much, my dear.” On canning day she sent for vinegar. “Yah, I’ll go and get you whiniger.” “Vinegar! dhat’s how I say it, me! One more uff-dah and you will drive me crazy!” He turned to her with a smile and a tease, “You don’t get mad when ere you hear me say, ‘Where-ron-i-ca—come o’r here, please, I say.’” ...

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