Ep. 93 - La Chasse Galerie, or The Bewitched Canoe

Very long ago, in the North Woods, a small crew of French Canadian lumberjacks were finishing their day’s work and settling down around a campfire to relax and cheer up. It was New Year’s Eve, and it had been snowing hard all day. They passed around a bottle of applejack, told stories, and even sang holiday songs, but all their levity was forced: the truth was that they were very lonely, and thinking about New Year’s Eve only made them feel worse. As the last notes of the last song echoed away, they all fell silent. “Ah,” sighed Yves, “what I’d really like tonight is to see my sweetheart, back in the village!” “I feel the same way” said his brother Jean-Paul...

Very long ago, in the North Woods, a small crew of French Canadian lumberjacks were finishing their day’s work and settling down around a campfire to relax and cheer up. It was New Year’s Eve, and it had been snowing hard all day. They passed around a bottle of applejack, told stories, and even sang holiday songs, but all their levity was forced: the truth was that they were very lonely, and thinking about New Year’s Eve only made them feel worse. As the last notes of the last song echoed away, they all fell silent. “Ah,” sighed Yves, “what I’d really like tonight is to see my sweetheart, back in the village!” “I feel the same way” said his brother Jean-Paul...