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-Project Gutenberg's Cameron of Lochiel, by Philippe Aubert de Gaspé
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-Title: Cameron of Lochiel
-
-Author: Philippe Aubert de Gaspé
-
-Illustrator: H. C. Edwards
-
-Translator: Charles G. D. Roberts
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- [oe] replaces the oe ligature
- bold text: =equals signs=
- small caps: +plus signs+
- italic text: _underscores_
-
- imflammable typo replaced with inflammable
- musquitoes replaced with mosquitoes
- dazzingly replaced with dazzlingly
- Ææan replaced with Ægean
- harrasses replaced with harasses
- vail replaced with veil
- seige replaced with siege
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-
-Uncommon and inconsistent hyphenation and spelling have been retained;
-typographical errors have been corrected.
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-
-CAMERON OF LOCHIEL
-
-
-
-
- Works of
- Charles G. D. Roberts
-
- [Illustration]
-
-
- The Prisoner of Mademoiselle
- The Watchers of the Trails
- The Kindred of the Wild
- The Heart of the Ancient Wood
- Earth's Enigmas
- Barbara Ladd
- The Forge in the Forest
- A Sister to Evangeline
- By the Marshes of Minas
- A History of Canada
- The Book of the Rose
- Poems
- New York Nocturnes
- The Book of the Native
- In Divers Tones (_Out of print_)
- Songs of the Common Day (_Out of print_)
-
-
- [Illustration]
-
- Cameron of Lochiel
-
- (_Translated from the French of Philippe Aubert
- de Gaspé_)
-
- [Illustration]
-
-
- L. C. PAGE & COMPANY
- New England Building
- Boston, Mass.
-
-
- [Illustration
-
- Illustration: _Cameron of Lochiel._]
-
-
- (_See page 68._)
-
-
-
-
- CAMERON OF
- LOCHIEL
-
-
- BY
- PHILIPPE AUBERT DE GASPÉ
-
- TRANSLATED BY
- CHARLES G. D. ROBERTS
-
-
- NEW EDITION
- _With a frontispiece by_
- H. C. EDWARDS
-
- [Illustration]
-
-
- BOSTON
- L. C. PAGE & COMPANY
- _MDCCCCV_
-
-
-
-
- _Copyright, 1890_
- +By D. Appleton and Company+
-
- _Copyright, 1905_
- +By L. C. Page & Company+
- (INCORPORATED)
-
-
-
-
-PREFACE TO NEW EDITION
-
-
-This leisurely and loose-knit romance of de Gaspé's, which he called
-"Les Anciens Canadiens," has for hero one who was not a Canadian, but
-a Scotch exile sojourning in Canada. It is on the creation of this
-character, consistently developed and convincingly presented, that the
-book must mainly base its claim to be called a work of fiction, rather
-than a volume of memoirs and folklore. I have ventured, therefore, at
-the suggestion of my publishers, to take a liberty with the author's
-title, and name the story after this young Scotch exile, "Cameron of
-Lochiel." I am the more willing to take this liberty because I feel
-that de Gaspé has not hitherto been granted the place he is entitled to
-in the ranks of Canadian fictionists. Considered purely as a romance,
-it seems to me that the sincerity, simplicity, and originality of this
-work quite outweigh its sprawling looseness of structure, and make it
-one of the unique ornaments of the composite literature which we are
-building up in Canada. If by so changing its title as to emphasize the
-fictional character of the work I can the better call attention to the
-worth of de Gaspé's achievement, I feel that I am justified, even in
-the face of such anticipatory protest as may seem to be implied in the
-author's too modest introduction.
-
-When all this has been said, however, the fact remains that it was
-not its many merits as a romance that induced me to translate this
-work, but the riches of Canadian tradition, folk-lore, and perished
-customs embalmed in the clear amber of its narrative, coupled with my
-own anxiety to contribute, in however humble a way, to the increase
-of understanding and confidence between the two great branches of the
-Canadian people. It is a beautiful and gracious life, that of old
-French Canada, as depicted in de Gaspé's lucent pages,--a life of high
-ideals, and family devotion, and chivalry, and courage. This is an
-atmosphere it is wholesome to breathe. These are people it is excellent
-to know; and the whole influence of the story makes for trust and a
-good understanding.
-
-C. G. D. R.
-
-+Fredericton, N. B.+, _May, 1905_.
-
-
-
-
-PREFACE.
-
-In Canada there is settling into shape a nation of two races; there
-is springing into existence, at the same time, a literature in
-two languages. In the matter of strength and stamina there is no
-overwhelming disparity between the two races. The two languages are
-admittedly those to which belong the supreme literary achievements of
-the modern world. In this dual character of the Canadian people and the
-Canadian literature there is afforded a series of problems which the
-future will be taxed to solve. To make any intelligent forecast as to
-the solution is hardly possible without a fair comprehension of the two
-races as they appear at the point of contact. We, of English speech,
-turn naturally to French-Canadian literature for knowledge of the
-French-Canadian people. The romance before us, while intended for those
-who read to be entertained, and by no means weighted down with didactic
-purpose, succeeds in throwing, by its faithful depictions of life and
-sentiment among the early French Canadians, a strong side-light upon
-the motives and aspirations of the race.
-
-In spite of the disclaimer with which the author begins, the romance
-of Les Anciens Canadiens is a classic. From the literary point of
-view it is markedly the best historical romance so far produced in
-French Canada. It gathers up and preserves in lasting form the songs
-and legends, the characteristic customs, the phases of thought and
-feeling, the very local and personal aroma of a rapidly changing
-civilization. Much of what de Gaspé has so vividly painted from his
-boyish reminiscences had faded out of the life upon which his alert
-eyes rested in old age. The origin of the romance, as given by his
-biographer, the Abbé Casgrain, is as follows:
-
-When, in 1861, that patriotic French-Canadian publication the _Soirées
-Canadiennes_ was established, its inaugurators adopted as their motto
-the words: "Let us make haste to write down the stories and traditions
-of the people, before they are forgotten." M. de Gaspé was struck with
-the idea; and seeing that the writers who were setting themselves the
-laudable task were all young men, he took the words as a summons to his
-old age, and so the book came to be written.
-
-Patriotism, devotion to the French-Canadian nationality, a just pride
-of race, and a loving memory for his people's romantic and heroic
-past--these are the dominant chords which are struck throughout the
-story. Of special significance, therefore, are the words which are put
-in the mouth of the old seigneur as he bids his son a last farewell.
-The father has been almost ruined by the conquest. The son has left
-the French army and taken the oath of allegiance to the English crown.
-"Serve thy new sovereign," says the dying soldier, "as faithfully as I
-have served the King of France; and may God bless thee, my dear son!"
-
-In the present day, when nationalism in Quebec appears rather given
-to extravagant dreams, it would be well for the distant observer to
-view the French Canadians through the faithful medium which de Gaspé's
-work affords him. Under constitutional forms of government it is
-inevitable that a vigorous and homogeneous minority, whose language
-and institutions are more or less threatened by the mere preponderance
-of the dominant race, should seem at times overvehement in its
-self-assertion. A closer knowledge leads us to conclude that perhaps
-the extreme of Quebec nationalism is but the froth on the surface of a
-not unworthy determination to keep intact the speech and institutions
-of French Canada. However this may be, it is certain that the point of
-contact between the two races in Canada is at the present day as rich
-a field for the romancer as de Gaspé found it at the close of the _old
-régime_.
-
-According to the Histoire de la littérature Canadienne of Edmond
-Lareau, Philippe Aubert de Gaspé was born in Quebec on the 30th of
-October, 1786. He died in 1871. He belonged to a noble French-Canadian
-family. At the manor of St. Jean-Port-Joli, of which he was seigneur,
-he passed a large part of his life; and there he laid the chief scenes
-of his great romance. He was educated at the seminary of Quebec, and
-then studied law in the city, under Sewell, afterward chief-justice.
-Only for a few years, however, did he devote himself to his
-profession--one from which so many a poet and man of letters has broken
-loose. He accepted the position of sheriff of Quebec, and afterward
-came misfortunes which Lareau passes over with sympathetic haste. His
-lavish generosity to his friends and the financial embarrassments into
-which he fell, his four years' confinement in the debtors' prison, his
-sufferings of soul and body, all doubtless contributed to the poignant
-coloring with which he has painted the misfortunes of M. d'Egmont,
-_le bon gentilhomme_. On his release from prison he retired to his
-estate of St. Jean-Port-Joli, but not to the solitude and benevolent
-melancholy of D'Egmont. The romancer was of too sunny a disposition,
-he was too genuine and tolerant a lover of his kind, to run much
-risk of becoming a recluse. A keynote to his nature may be found in
-the bright _Bonsoir la compagnie_ with which, in the words of an old
-French-Canadian song, he closed his literary labors at the age of
-seventy-nine, when the last page of the Mémoires was completed.
-
-The story we have translated, under the title of The Canadians of Old,
-was published in 1862. It is accompanied in the original by a mass of
-curious information, in the shape of notes and _addenda_, such as would
-hardly interest the general reader. They will more than repay, however,
-the attention of any one who wishes to study the French-Canadian people
-as they were in their early days. The story itself has the air of being
-the product of a happy leisure. The style is quaint and unhurried,
-with no fear of the printer's devil before its eyes. The stream of the
-narrative, while swift enough and direct enough at need, is taught
-to digress into fascinating cross-channels of highly colored local
-tradition, or to linger felicitously in eddies of feast and song.
-
-The work begun in Les Anciens Canadiens De Gaspé carried to completion
-in his second and last composition, the Mémoires, published in 1866.
-As the former work is a vivid epitome of life at the _seigneuries_ and
-among the _habitants_ of those days, so the latter reproduces and fixes
-for us the picturesque effects of life in the city of Quebec itself in
-the generation or two succeeding the conquest--a period during which
-the French-Canadian _noblesse_ yet maintained, about the person of
-the English governor, something of the remembered splendor of the old
-vice-regal court.
-
-C. G. D. R.
-
-_Windsor, Nova Scotia, 1890._
-
-
-
-
-CONTENTS.
-
-CHAPTER PAGE
-
-
- +Foreword+ ix
-
- I. +D'Haberville and Cameron of Lochiel+ 19
-
- II. +A Night with the Sorcerers+ 31
-
- III. +La Corriveau+ 45
-
- IV. +The Breaking up of the Ice+ 56
-
- V. +A Supper at the House of a French-Canadian
- Seigneur+ 76
-
- VI. +D'Haberville Manor House+ 99
-
- VII. +The May-Feast+ 115
-
- VIII. +The Feast of St. Jean-Baptiste+ 124
-
- IX. "+The Good Gentleman+" 137
-
- X. +Madame D'Haberville's Story+ 154
-
- XI. +The Burning of the South Shore+ 167
-
- XII. +A Night Among the Savages+ 180
-
- XIII. +The Plains of Abraham+ 198
-
- XIV. +The Shipwreck of the Auguste+ 213
-
- XV. +Lochiel and Blanche+ 228
-
- XVI. +The Family Hearth+ 254
-
- XVII. +Conclusion+ 269
-
-
-
-
-FOREWORD.
-
-
-As my story lays no claim to classicism, either in style or structure,
-this foreword may as well be made to play the part of a preface. My
-acquaintances will, doubtless, open their eyes on seeing me thus
-enter, at the age of seventy-six, on the perilous paths of authorship.
-Possibly I owe them an explanation. Although tired of reading all these
-years with so little profit either to myself or others, I yet dreaded
-to pass the Rubicon. A matter small enough in itself in the end decided
-me.
-
-One of my friends, a man of parts, whom I met last year in St Louis
-Street, in our good city of Quebec, grasped me warmly by the hand and
-exclaimed:
-
-"Awfully glad to see you! Do you know, my dear fellow, I have talked
-this morning with no fewer than eleven people, not one of them with
-half an idea in his noddle!" And he wrung my arm almost out of joint.
-
-"Really," said I, "you are very complimentary; for I perceive by the
-warmth of your greeting that I am the exception, the man you--"
-
-"Oh, yes, indeed," he cried, without letting me finish my sentence,
-"those are the only sensible words I have heard this morning." And he
-crossed the street to speak to some one, probably his addle-pate number
-twelve, who was seeking to attract his attention.
-
-"The devil!" thought I to myself, "if what I just said is in any way
-brilliant, it would seem easy enough to shine. Though I have never yet
-been suspected of it, I must be rather a clever fellow."
-
-Much elated with this discovery, and congratulating myself that I had
-more brains than the unhappy eleven of whom my friend had spoken, I
-hurry to my library, I furnish myself, perhaps all too appropriately,
-with a ream of the paper called "foolscap," and I set myself to work.
-
-I write for my own amusement, at the risk of wearying the reader who
-may have the patience to go through this volume. But, as Nature has
-made me compassionate, I will give this dear reader a little good
-advice. He had better throw away the unlucky book without taking the
-trouble to criticise it, which would be making it much too important,
-and would be, moreover, but wasted labor for the serious critic; for,
-unlike that old Archbishop of Granada, so touchy on the subject of his
-sermons, of whom Gil Blas has told us, I am, for my part, blessed with
-an easy humor, and, instead of retorting to my critic, "I wish you good
-luck and very much better taste," I will frankly admit that my book has
-a thousand faults, of most of which I have a lively consciousness.
-
-As for the unfriendly critic, his work will be all in vain, debarred as
-he will be from the privilege of dragging me into a controversy. Let me
-say beforehand that I grieve to deprive him of his gentle diversion,
-and to clip his claws so soon. I am old and indolently content, like
-Figaro of merry memory. Moreover, I have not enough self-conceit to
-engage in any defense of my literary productions. To record some
-incidents of a well-loved past, to chronicle some memories of a youth
-long flown--this is my whole ambition.
-
-Many of the anecdotes, doubtless, will appear insignificant and
-childish to some readers. Let these lay the blame upon certain of our
-best men-of-letters, who besought me to leave out nothing which could
-illustrate the manners and customs of the early Canadians. "That which
-will appear insignificant and childish to the eyes of strangers," they
-urged, "in the records of a septuagenarian, born but twenty-eight years
-after the conquest of New France, will yet not fail to interest true
-Canadians."
-
-This production of mine shall be neither very dull nor surpassingly
-brilliant. An author should assuredly have too much self-respect to
-make his appeal exclusively to the commonplace; and if I should make
-the work too fine, it would be appreciated by none but the _beaux
-esprits_. Under a constitutional government, a candidate must concern
-himself rather with the number than the quality of his votes.
-
-This work will be Canadian through and through. It is hard for an old
-fellow of seventy to change his ancient coat for garb of modern pattern.
-
-I must have also plenty of elbow-room. As for rule and precept--which,
-by the way, I am well enough acquainted with--I can not submit myself
-to them in a work like this. Let the purists, the past masters in the
-art of literature, shocked at my mistakes, dub my book romance, memoir,
-annals, miscellany, hotch-potch. It is all the same to me.
-
-Having accomplished my preface, let me make a serious beginning with
-the following pretty bit of verse, hitherto unpublished, and doubtless
-now much surprised to find itself in such unworthy company:
-
-
-
-
-QUEBEC, 1757.
-
-
- An eagle city on her heights austere,
- Taker of tribute from the chainless flood,
- She watches wave above her in the clear
- The whiteness of her banner purged with blood.
-
- Near her grim citadel the blinding sheen
- Of her cathedral spire triumphant soars,
- Rocked by the Angelus, whose peal serene
- Beats over Beaupré and the Lévis shores.
-
- Tossed in his light craft on the dancing wave,
- A stranger where he once victorious trod,
- The passing Iroquois, fierce-eyed and grave,
- Frowns on the flag of France, the cross of God.
-
-
-Let him who knows this Quebec of ours betake himself, in body or in
-spirit, to the market of the Upper Town, and consider the changes which
-the region has undergone since the year of grace 1757, whereat my story
-opens. There was then the same cathedral, minus its modern tower, which
-seems to implore the charitable either to raise it to its proper height
-or to decapitate its lofty and scornful sister.
-
-The Jesuits' College, at a later date transformed into a barrack,
-looked much the same as it does to-day; but what has become of the
-church which stood of old in the place of the present halls? Where
-is the grove of venerable trees behind the building, which adorned
-the grounds, now so bare, of this edifice sacred to the education of
-Canadian youth? Time and the axe, alas! have worked their will. In
-place of the merry sports, the mirthful sallies of the students, the
-sober steps of the professors, the high philosophic discourse, we hear
-now the clatter of arms, the coarse jest of the guard.
-
-Instead of the market of the present day, some low-built butchers'
-stalls, perhaps seven or eight in number, occupied a little plot
-between the cathedral and the college. Between these stalls and the
-college prattled a brook, which, after descending St. Louis Street and
-dividing Fabrique, traversed Couillard and the hospital garden, on its
-way to the river St. Charles. Our fathers were bucolic in their tastes!
-
-It is the end of April. The brook is overflowing; children are amusing
-themselves by detaching from its edges cakes of ice, which, shrinking
-as they go, overleap all barriers, and lose themselves at last in the
-mighty tide of the St. Lawrence. A poet, who finds "sermons in stones,
-books in the running brooks," dreaming over the scene, and marking
-the descent of the ice-cakes, their pausings, their rebuffs, might
-have compared them to those ambitious men who, after a restless life,
-come with little wealth or fame to the end of their career, and are
-swallowed up in eternity.
-
-The houses neighboring the market-place are, for the most part, of
-but one story, unlike our modern structures, which tower aloft as if
-dreading another deluge.
-
-It is noon. The Angelus rings out from the cathedral belfry. All the
-city chimes proclaim the greeting of the angel to the Virgin, who is
-the Canadian's patron saint. The loitering _habitants_, whose calashes
-surround the stalls, take off their caps and devoutly murmur the
-Angelus. All worshiping alike, there is none to deride the pious custom.
-
-Some of our nineteenth-century Christians seem ashamed to perform
-before others an act of worship; which is proof, to say the least, of a
-shrinking or cowardly spirit. The followers of Mohammed, who have the
-courage of their convictions wherever they may chance to be, will seven
-times daily make their prayers to Allah under the eyes of the more
-timid Christians.
-
-The students of the Jesuits' College, noisy enough on ordinary
-occasions, move to-day in a serious silence from the church wherein
-they have been praying. What causes this unusual seriousness? They are
-on the eve of separation from two beloved fellow-students. The younger
-of the two, who, being more of their age, was wont to share more often
-in their boyish sports, was the protector of the feeble against the
-strong, the impartial arbitrator in all their petty disagreements.
-
-The great door of the college opens, and two young men in traveling
-dress join the group of their fellow-students. Two leathern
-portmanteaus, five feet long, adorned with rings, chains, and padlocks
-which would seem strong enough for the mooring of a ship, lie at their
-feet. The younger of the two, slight and delicate-looking, is perhaps
-eighteen years old. His dark complexion, great black eyes, alert and
-keen, his abruptness of gesture, proclaim his French blood. His name is
-Jules D'Haberville. His father is one of the seigneurs, captain of a
-company in the colonial marine.
-
-His companion, who is older by two or three years, is much taller and
-more robust of frame. His fine blue eyes, his chestnut hair, his blonde
-and ruddy complexion with a few scattered freckles on face and hands,
-his slightly aggressive chin--all these reveal a foreign origin. This
-is Archibald Cameron of Lochiel, commonly known as Archie of Lochiel, a
-young Scotch Highlander who has been studying at the Jesuits' College
-in Quebec. How is it that he, a stranger, finds himself in this remote
-French colony? We will let the sequel show.
-
-The young men are both notably good looking. They are clad alike with
-hooded overcoat, scarlet leggings edged with green ribbon, blue woolen
-knitted garters, a broad belt of vivid colors embroidered with glass
-beads, deer-hide moccasins tied in Iroquois fashion, the insteps
-embroidered with porcupine-quills, and, finally, caps of beaver-skin
-fastened over the ears by means of a red silk handkerchief knotted
-under the chin.
-
-The younger betrays a feverish eagerness, and keeps glancing along
-Buade Street.
-
-"You are in a hurry to leave us, Jules," said one of his friends,
-reproachfully.
-
-"No," replied D'Haberville, "oh, no, indeed, my dear De Laronde, I
-assure you; but, since this parting must take place, I wish it over. It
-unnerves me; and it is natural that I should be in a hurry to get back
-home again."
-
-"That is right," said De Laronde; "and, moreover, since you are a
-Canadian, we hope to see you again before very long."
-
-"But with you the case is different, my dear Archie," said another. "I
-fear this parting will be forever, if you return to your own country."
-
-"Promise us that you will come back," cried all the students.
-
-During this conversation Jules darts off like an arrow to meet two men,
-each with an oar on his right shoulder, who are hastening along by the
-cathedral. One of them wears the costume of the _habitants_--capote
-of black homespun, gray woolen cap, gray leggings and garters, belt
-of many colors, and heavy cowhide larrigans tied in the manner
-of the Iroquois. The dress of the other is more like that of our
-young travelers, although much less costly. The first, tall and
-rough-mannered, is a ferryman of Point Lévis. The second, shorter,
-but of athletic build, is a follower of Captain D'Haberville, Jules's
-father. In times of war, a soldier; in peace, he occupies the place of
-a favored servant. He is the captain's foster-brother and of the same
-age. He is the right hand of the family. He has rocked Jules in his
-arms, singing him the gay catches of our up-river boatmen.
-
-"Dear José, how are you? How have you left them all at home?" cried
-Jules, flinging his arms about him.
-
-"All well enough, thank God," replied Jose; "they send you all kinds o'
-love, and are in a great way to see you. But how you have grown in the
-last few months! Lord! Master Jules, but it is good to set eyes on you
-again."
-
-In spite of the familiar affection lavished upon José by the whole
-D'Haberville family, he never forgot to be scrupulously respectful.
-
-Jules overwhelms him with eager inquiries. He asks about the
-servants, about the neighbors, and about the old dog whom, when in
-his thirty-sixth lesson, he had christened _Niger_ to display his
-proficiency in Latin. He has forgiven even the greedy cat who, the year
-before, had gobbled up a young pet nightingale which he had intended to
-take to college with him. In the first heat of his wrath, it is true,
-he had hunted the assassin with a club, under tables, chairs, and beds,
-and finally on to the roof itself, which the guilty animal had sought
-as an impregnable refuge. Now, however, he has forgiven the creature's
-misdeeds and makes tender inquiry after its health.
-
-"Hello there!" grumbles the ferryman, who takes very little interest in
-the above scenes, "when you have done slobbering and chattering about
-the cat and dog, perhaps you'll make a move. The tide won't wait for
-nobody."
-
-In spite of the impatience and ill-humor of the ferryman, it took long
-to say farewell. Their instructors embraced them affectionately.
-
-"You are to be soldiers, both of you", said the principal. "In daily
-peril of your life upon the battle-field, you must keep God ever
-before you. It may be the will of Heaven that you fall. Be ready,
-therefore, at all times, that you may go before the judgment-seat with
-a clear conscience. Take this for your battle-cry--'God, the King, and
-Fatherland!'"
-
-"Farewell!" exclaimed Archie--"you who have opened your hearts to the
-stranger. Farewell, kind friends, who have striven to make the poor
-exile forget that he belonged to an alien race. Farewell, perhaps
-forever."
-
-"This parting would be hard indeed for me," said Jules, deeply moved,
-"had I not the hope that my regiment will soon be ordered to Canada."
-Then, turning to his instructors, he said:
-
-"I have tried your patience sorely, gentlemen, but you know that my
-heart has always been better than my head; I beg that you will forgive
-the one for the sake of the other.--As for you, my fellow-students," he
-continued, with a lightness that was somewhat forced, "you must admit
-that, if I have tormented you sadly with my nonsense during the last
-ten years, I have at least succeeded in sometimes making you laugh."
-
-Seizing Archie by the arm, he hurried him off in order to conceal his
-emotion.
-
-We may leave our travelers now to cross the St. Lawrence, and rejoin
-them a little later at Point Lévis.
-
-+The Author.+
-
-
-
-
-CAMERON OF LOCHIEL
-
-
-CHAPTER I.
-
-D'HABERVILLE AND CAMERON OF LOCHIEL.
-
-
- Give me, oh! give me back the days
- When I--I too--was young,
- And felt, as they now feel, each coming hour,
- New consciousness of power....
-
- The fields, the grove, the air was haunted,
- And all that age has disenchanted....
-
- Give me, oh! give youth's passions unconfined,
- The rush of joy that felt almost like pain.
-
-+Goethe.+
-
-
-Archibald Cameron of Lochiel, son of a Highland chief who had wedded
-a daughter of France, was but four years old when he lost his mother.
-Brought up by his father, who was, in the language of the Scriptures,
-a valiant hunter in the sight of God, ever since ten years old he had
-followed him in the chase of the roebuck and other wild beasts, scaling
-the highest mountains, swimming the icy torrents, making his couch on
-the wet sod with no covering but his plaid, no roof but the vault of
-heaven. Under such a Spartan training the boy came to find his chief
-delight in this wild and wandering life.
-
-When Archie was but twelve years old, in the year 1745, his father
-joined the standard of that unhappy young prince who, after the
-old romantic fashion, threw himself into the arms of his Scottish
-countrymen, and called upon them to win him back a crown which the
-bloody field of Culloden forced him to renounce forever.
-
-In the early days of this disastrous struggle, courage was triumphant
-over numbers and discipline, and their mountains re-echoed to their
-outmost isles the songs of victory. The enthusiasm was at its height.
-The victory seemed already won. But short-lived was their triumph.
-After achievements of most magnificent heroism they were forced to bow
-their necks to defeat. Lochiel shared the fate of the many brave whose
-blood reddened the heather on Culloden.
-
-An uncle of Archie's, who had also followed the standard and fortunes
-of the unhappy prince, had the good fortune, after the disaster of
-Culloden, to save his head from the scaffold. Through a thousand
-perils, over a thousand obstacles, he made good his flight to France
-with his orphan nephew. The old gentleman, ruined in fortune and under
-sentence of banishment, was having a hard struggle to support himself
-and his charge, when a Jesuit, an uncle of the boy on his mother's
-side, undertook a share of the burden. Archie was sent to the Jesuits'
-College in Quebec. Having completed a thorough course in mathematics,
-he is leaving college when the reader makes his acquaintance.
-
-Archibald Cameron of Lochiel, whom the harsh hand of misfortune had
-brought to an early maturity, knew not at first what to make of a boy
-noisy, troublesome and mocking, who seemed the despair alike of masters
-and students. To be sure, the boy had not all the fun on his own side.
-Out of twenty canings and impositions bestowed upon his class, Jules
-D'Haberville was sure to pocket at least nineteen for his share.
-
-It must be acknowledged, also, that the older pupils, driven to the
-end of their patience, bestowed upon him sometimes more knocks than
-nuts; but you would have thought the youngster regarded all this as an
-encouragement, so ready was he to resume his tricks. We may add that
-Jules, without being vindictive, never wholly overlooked an injury.
-In one way or another he always made matters even. His satire, his
-home thrusts, which could bring a flush to the face of even the most
-self-possessed, served his purpose very effectually with the masters or
-with those larger students whom he could not otherwise reach.
-
-He had adopted it as his guiding principle, that he would never
-acknowledge himself beaten; and it was necessary, therefore, for his
-opponents, when weary of war, to make him proposals of peace.
-
-The reader will doubtless conclude that the boy was cordially disliked;
-on the contrary, every one was fond of him; he was the pet of the
-college. The truth is, Jules had such a heart as pulses all too rarely
-in the breast of man. To say that he was generous to a fault, that he
-was ever ready to defend the absent, to sacrifice himself in order to
-conceal the faults of others, would not give an adequate description of
-his character. The following incident will reveal him more effectively:
-When he was about twelve years old, a senior student got out of
-patience and kicked him; with no intention, however, of hurting him
-much. It was contrary to Jules's code of honor to carry complaints to
-the masters. He contented himself with replying to his assailant: "You
-are too thick-headed, you big brute, for me to waste any sarcasm on
-you. You would not understand it. One must pierce your hide in some
-other way; but be patient, you will lose nothing by waiting!"
-
-After rejecting certain more or less ingenious schemes of vengeance,
-Jules resolved to catch his enemy asleep and shave his eyebrows--a
-punishment which would be easy to inflict, as Dubuc, the youth who had
-kicked him, was a mighty heavy sleeper. This plan had the further
-advantage of touching him on a most sensitive point, for he was a
-handsome fellow and a good deal of a dandy.
-
-Jules had just decided on this revenge, when he heard Dubuc say to one
-of his friends, who had rallied him on looking gloomy:
-
-"Indeed, I have good reason to be, for I expect my father to-morrow. I
-have got into debt with the shop-keepers, hoping that my mother would
-come to Quebec ahead of him, and would relieve me without his knowing
-anything about it. Father is close-fisted and violent. He will probably
-strike me in the first heat of his anger; and I don't know where to
-hide my head. I have a mind to run away until the storm is over."
-
-"Oh," said Jules, "why don't you let me help you out of the scrape?"
-
-"The devil you say!" exclaimed Dubuc, shaking his head.
-
-"Why," said Jules, "do you think that on account of a kick, more or
-less, I would leave a fellow-student in a scrape and exposed to the
-violence of his amiable papa? To be sure, you almost broke my back, but
-that is another affair, which we will settle later. How much cash do
-you want?"
-
-"My dear fellow," answered Dubuc, "that would be abusing your kindness.
-I need a large sum, and I know you are not in funds just now; for you
-emptied your purse to help that poor woman whose husband was killed the
-other day."
-
-"A pretty story," said Jules. "As if one could not always find money
-to save a friend from the wrath of a father who is going to break his
-neck! How much do you want?"
-
-"Fifty francs!"
-
-"You shall have them this evening," said the boy.
-
-Jules, an only son, belonging to a rich family, indulged by everybody,
-had his pockets always full of money. Father and mother, uncles and
-aunts, godfathers and godmothers, they all kept loudly proclaiming that
-boys should not have too much money to spend. At the same time they
-outdid each other in surreptitiously supplying his purse!
-
-Dubuc, however, had spoken truly; the boy's purse was empty for the
-moment. Fifty francs was, moreover, quite a sum in those days. The King
-of France was paying his red allies only fifty francs for an English
-scalp. His Britannic Majesty, richer or more generous, was paying a
-hundred for the scalp of a Frenchman!
-
-Jules did not care to apply to his uncles and his aunts, the only
-relations he had in the city. His first thought was to borrow fifty
-francs by pawning his gold watch, which was worth at least twenty-five
-louis. Revolving the matter, however, he bethought himself of a certain
-old woman, a servant of the house, whom his father had dowered at her
-marriage, and to whom he had afterward advanced enough money to set
-her up in business. The business had prospered in her hands. She was a
-widow, rich and childless.
-
-There were difficulties to surmount, however. The old dame was rather
-avaricious and crusty; and on the occasion of Jules's last visit they
-had not parted on the best terms possible. She had even chased him
-into the street with a broomstick. The boy had done nothing more,
-however, than play her a little trick. He had given her pet spaniel a
-dose of snuff, and when the old lady ran to the help of her dog, who
-was conducting himself like a lunatic, he had emptied the rest of the
-snuff-box into a dandelion salad which she was carefully picking over
-for her supper.
-
-"Hold on, mother," he cried, as he ran away, "there is a good seasoning
-for you."
-
-Jules saw that it was very necessary to make his peace with the good
-dame, and hence these preliminaries. He threw his arms about her neck
-on entering, in spite of the old woman's attempt to shield herself from
-these too ardent demonstrations, after the way he had affronted her.
-
-"See, my dear Madeleine," he cried, "I am come to pardon thine offenses
-as thou must pardon all who have offended against thee. Everybody says
-thou art stingy and revengeful, but that is no business of mine. Thou
-wilt get quit of it by roasting a little while in another world. I wash
-my hands of it entirely."
-
-Madeleine hardly knew whether to laugh or be angry at this fantastic
-preamble; but, as she was fond of the boy, for all his tricks, she took
-the wiser course and smiled good-naturedly.
-
-"Now that we are in a better humor," continued Jules, "let us proceed
-to business. I have been a little foolish and have got into debt, and I
-dread to trouble my good father about it. In fact, I want fifty francs
-to settle the unfortunate business. Can you lend me that much?"
-
-"Indeed, now, Master D'Haberville," answered the old dame, "if that
-were all I had in the world, I would give it all to save your father
-any trouble. I owe so much to your father."
-
-"Tut!" said Jules, "if you talk of those ha'pennies, there's an end of
-business. But listen, my good Madeleine, since I might break my neck
-when I least expect it, or still more probably when climbing on the
-roof or among the city bells, I must give you a bit of writing for
-security. I hope, however, to pay you back in a month at latest."
-
-At this Madeleine was seriously offended. She refused the note, and
-counted him out the money. Jules almost choked her with his embrace,
-sprang through the window into the street and hurried back to the
-college.
-
-At recess time that evening Dubuc was freed from all anxiety on the
-score of his amiable papa.
-
-"But remember," said D'Haberville, "I still owe you for that kick."
-
-"Hold on, dear boy," exclaimed Dubuc, with feeling. "I wish you would
-settle that right now. Break my head or my back with the poker, only
-let us settle it. To think that, after all you have done for me, you
-are still bearing me a grudge, would be nothing less than torture."
-
-"A fine idea that," exclaimed the boy, "to think that I bear any one
-a grudge because I am in his debt in regard to a little exchange of
-compliments! So that is how you take it, eh? Shake, then, and let us
-think no more about it. You may brag of being the only one to scratch
-me without my having drawn his blood in return."
-
-With these words he sprang upon the young man's shoulders like a
-monkey, pulled out a few hairs to satisfy his conscience, and scampered
-off to join the merry group which was waiting for him.
-
-Archibald of Lochiel, matured by bitter experiences, and on that
-account more self-contained and more reserved than other boys of his
-age, on his first coming to college hardly knew whether to smile or
-be angry at the frolics of the little imp who seemed to have taken
-him for his special butt, and who hardly left him any peace. He could
-not be expected to divine that this was Jules's manner of showing his
-affection for those he loved the most. One day, driven to the end of
-his forbearance, Archie said to him:
-
-"Do you know, you would try the patience of a saint! Verily I don't
-know what to do with you."
-
-"But you have a way out of your difficulties," answered Jules. "My skin
-itches; give me a good hiding, and I'll leave you in peace. That will
-be easy enough for you, you young Hercules."
-
-Lochiel, indeed, accustomed from his infancy to the trying sports of
-the young Highlanders, was at fourteen marvelously strong for his years.
-
-"Do you think," exclaimed Archie, "that I am such a coward as to strike
-a boy younger and weaker than myself?"
-
-"Oh, no," said Jules; "I see we agree on that score--never a knock for
-a little fellow. What suits me is a good tussle with a fellow of my
-own age, or even a little older; then shake hands and think no more
-about it. By the way," continued Jules, "you know that comical dog De
-Chavigny? He is older than I am, but so weak and miserable that I have
-never had the heart to punch him, although he has played me such a
-trick as even St. Francis himself would hardly pardon. Just think of
-him running to me all out of breath and exclaiming: 'I've just snatched
-an egg from that greedy Letourneau, who had stolen it out of the
-refectory. Here, hide it; he's after me!'
-
-"'Where do you want me to hide it?' said I.
-
-"'Oh, in your hat,' he answered; 'he'll never think of looking for it
-there.'
-
-"As for me, I was fool enough to do it. I ought to have mistrusted him."
-
-In a moment Letourneau came up and jammed my cap down over my eyes.
-The accursed egg nearly blinded me, and I swear did not smell like a
-rose-garden! It was an addled egg found by Chavigny in a nest which the
-hen had probably abandoned a month before. I got out of that mess with
-the loss of a cap, a vest, and other garments. Well, after the first
-of my fury was over, I could not help laughing; and if I bear him any
-grudge at all, it is for having got ahead of me with so neat a trick. I
-should love to get it off on Derome, who keeps his hair so charmingly
-powdered. As for Letourneau, since he was too stupid to have invented
-the trick myself, I contented myself with saying to him, 'Blessed are
-they of little wit'; and he professed himself proud of the compliment,
-being glad enough, after all, to get off so cheaply.
-
-"And now, my dear Archie," continued Jules, "let us come to terms. I
-am a kindly potentate, and my conditions shall be most easy. To please
-you, I undertake, on the word of a gentleman, to diminish by one third
-those tricks of mine which you lack the good taste to appreciate.
-Come, now, you ought to be satisfied with that if you are not utterly
-unreasonable, for you see, my dear boy, I love you. I would not have
-made peace with any one else on such advantageous terms."
-
-Lochiel could not help laughing as he shook the irrepressible lad. It
-was from this conversation that the friendship between the two boys
-took its beginning--on Archie's part with a truly Scottish restraint,
-on the side of Jules with the passionate warmth of which the French
-heart is capable.
-
-A few weeks later, about a month before the vacation, which began then
-on the 15th of August, Jules seized his friend's arm and whispered:
-
-"Come into my room. I have just had a letter from father which concerns
-you."
-
-"Concerns me!" exclaimed the other in astonishment.
-
-"Why are you surprised?" retorted D'Haberville. "Do you think you
-are not of sufficient importance for any one to concern himself about
-you? Why, all New France is talking about the handsome Scotchman. The
-mammas, fearing your influence on the inflammable hearts of their
-daughters, talk seriously of petitioning our principal never to let you
-appear in public except with a veil on, like the women of the East."
-
-"Come, stop your fooling, and let me go on with my reading."
-
-"But I am very much in earnest," said Jules. And, dragging his friend
-along with him, he read him part of a letter from his father, which ran
-as follows:
-
-"What you tell me about your young friend, Master de Lochiel, interests
-me very much. I grant your request with the greatest pleasure. Give
-him my compliments, and beg him to come and spend his next vacation
-with us, and all his vacations so long as he is attending college. If
-he does not consider this invitation sufficiently formal, I will write
-to him myself. His father sleeps upon a glorious field. Soldiers are
-brothers everywhere; so should their sons be likewise. Let him come to
-our own hearth-stone, and our hearts shall open to him as to one of our
-own blood."
-
-Archie was so affected by the warmth of this invitation that for some
-moments he could not answer.
-
-"Come, my haughty Scotlander, will you do us the honor?" said his
-friend. "Or must my father send, on a special embassy, his chief
-butler, José Dubé, with the bagpipes slung on his back in the form of
-a St. Andrew's cross--as is the custom, I believe, among your Highland
-chiefs--to present you his invitation with all due formality?"
-
-"As, fortunately, I am no longer in my Highlands," said Archie,
-laughing, "we can dispense with these formalities. I shall write at
-once to Captain D'Haberville, and thank him with my whole heart for his
-noble generosity to the exiled orphan."
-
-"Then, let us speak reasonably for once," said Jules, "if only
-for the novelty of the thing. You think me very light, silly, and
-scatter-brained. I acknowledge that there is a little of all that in
-me, which does not prevent me from being in earnest more often than
-you think. I have long been seeking a friend, a true and high-hearted
-friend. I have watched you very closely, and I find you all I could
-wish. Lochiel, will you be my friend?"
-
-"Without a moment's question, my dear boy," answered Archie, "for I
-have always felt strongly attracted toward you."
-
-"Well, then," cried Jules, grasping his hand warmly, "it is for life
-and death with us Lochiel!"
-
-Thus, between a boy of twelve and a boy of fourteen, was ratified a
-friendship which in the sequel will be exposed to the crudest tests.
-
-"Here's a letter from mother," said Jules, "in which there is a word
-for you":
-
-"I hope your friend, Master de Lochiel, will do us the pleasure of
-accepting your father's invitation. We are all eager to meet him. His
-room is ready, alongside of your own. In the box which José will hand
-you there is a parcel for him which he would grieve me greatly by
-refusing. In sending it I am thinking of the mother he has lost."
-
-
-The box contained equal shares for the two boys of cakes, sweetmeats,
-jams, and other dainties.
-
-The friendship between the two boys grew stronger day by day. They
-became inseparable. Their college-mates dubbed them variously Damon and
-Pythias, Orestes and Pylades, Nisus and Euryalus. At last they called
-them the brothers.
-
-All the time Lochiel was at college he spent his vacations with the
-D'Habervilles, who made no difference between the two boys unless to
-lavish the more marked attentions upon the young Scotchman who had
-become as it were a son of the house. It was most natural, then, that
-Archie, before sailing for Europe, should accompany Jules on his
-farewell visit to his father's house.
-
-The friendship between the two young men, as we have already said, is
-destined to be put to the bitterest trial, when that code of honor
-which has been substituted by civilization for the truest sentiments
-of the human heart, shall come to teach them the obligations of men
-who are fighting under hostile flags. But why anticipate the dark
-future? Have they not enjoyed during almost ten years of college life
-the passing griefs, the little jealousies, the eager pleasures, the
-differences and ardent reconciliations which characterize a boyish
-friendship?
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER II.
-
-A NIGHT WITH THE SORCERERS.
-
- Angels and ministers of grace, defend us!
- Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damned,
- Bring with thee airs from heaven, or blasts from hell.
-
-_Hamlet._
-
- Ecoute comme les bois crient. Les hiboux fuient épouvantés....
- Entends-tu ces voix dans les hauteurs, dans le lointain, ou près
- de nous?...
- Eh! oui! la montagne retentit, dans toute sa longueur, d'un furieux
- chant magique.
-
-_Faust._
-
- Lest bogles catch him unawares....
-
- Where ghaits and howlets nightly cry....
-
- When out the hellish legion sallied.
-
-+Burns.+
-
-
-As soon as our young travelers, crossing the St. Lawrence opposite
-Quebec, have reached Point Lévis, José makes haste to harness a
-splendid Norman horse into one of those low sledges which furnish the
-only means of transport at this season, when the roads are only covered
-here and there with snow or ice, and when overflowing streams intercept
-the way at intervals. When they come to one of these obstacles José
-unharnesses the horse, all three mount, and the brook is speedily
-forded. It is true that Jules, who clasps José around the waist, tries
-every now and then to throw him off, at the risk of partaking with him
-the luxury of a bath at a little above zero. He might as well have
-tried to throw Cape Tourmente into the St. Lawrence. José, who, in
-spite of his comparatively small stature, is as strong as an elephant,
-laughs in his sleeve and pretends not to notice it. The brook forded,
-José goes back for the sledge, reharnesses the horse, climbs into the
-sledge with the baggage in front of him lest he should get it wet, and
-speedily overtakes his fellow-travelers, who have not halted a moment
-in their march.
-
-Thanks to Jules, the conversation never flags during the journey.
-Archie does nothing but laugh over the witticisms that Jules
-perpetrates at his expense. He has long given up attempting any retort.
-
-"We must hurry," exclaimed D'Haberville; "it is thirty-six miles from
-here to St. Thomas. My uncle De Beaumont takes supper at seven. If we
-get there too late, we shall probably make a poor meal. The good things
-will be all gobbled up. You know the proverb, _tarde venientibus ossa_."
-
-"Scotch hospitality is proverbial," exclaimed Archie. "With us the
-welcome is the same day or night. That is the cook's business."
-
-"Verily," said Jules, "I believe it as if I saw it with my own eyes;
-were it otherwise it would show a plentiful lack of skill or good-will
-on the part of your peticoated cooks. It is delightfully primitive,
-that Scotch cookery of yours. With a few handfuls of oatmeal sodden in
-cold water--since you have neither wood nor coal in your country--you
-can make an excellent soup at little cost and with no great expenditure
-of culinary science, and feast your guests as well in the night as in
-the daytime. It is quite true that, when some distinguished personage
-seeks your hospitality--which often happens, since Scotland is loaded
-down with enough coats-of-arms to crush a camel--it is true I say, that
-you set before him, in addition to your oatmeal soup, the head, feet,
-or nice, juicy tail of a sheep, with salt for sauce; the other parts
-of the animal never seem to grow in Scotland."
-
-Lochiel contented himself with glancing at Jules over his shoulder and
-repeating:
-
-"'Quis talia fando Myrmidonum, Dolopumve'--"
-
-"What's that?" exclaimed Jules, in assumed indignation; "you call me
-a Myrmidon, a Dolopian--me, the philosopher! And, moreover, my worthy
-pedant, you abuse me in Latin--you who so murder the accent with your
-Caledonian tongue that Virgil must squirm in his grave! You call me
-a Myrmidon--me, the geometrician of my class! You remember that the
-Professor of Mathematics predicted that I should be another Vauban--"
-
-"Yes, indeed," interrupted Archie, "in recognition of your famous
-perpendicular line, which leaned so much to the left that all the class
-trembled lest it should fall and crush its base; seeing which, our
-professor sought to console you by predicting that your services would
-be required in case of the reconstruction of the Tower of Pisa."
-
-Jules struck a tragic attitude and cried:
-
-"'Tu t'en souviens, Cinna! et veux m'assassiner.'
-
-"You are going to stab me upon the king's highway, beside this mighty
-St. Lawrence, untouched by all the beauty of nature which surrounds
-us--untouched by yon lovely cascade of Montmorency, which the
-_habitants_ call 'The Cow,' a title very much the reverse of poetic,
-but which, nevertheless, expresses well enough the exquisite whiteness
-of the stream which leaps from its bosom like the rich and foaming flow
-from the milch-cow's udder. You are going to stab me right in sight
-of the Isle of Orleans, which, as we go on, conceals from our view
-the lovely waterfall which I have so poetically described! Heartless
-wretch! will nothing make you relent--not even the sight of poor José
-here, who is touched by all this wisdom and eloquence in one so young,
-as Fénelon would have said could he have written my adventures?"
-
-"Do you know," interrupted Archie, "you are at least as remarkable in
-poetry as you are in geometry?"
-
-"Who can doubt it?" answered Jules. "No matter, my perpendicular made
-you all laugh and myself most of all. You know, however, that that
-was only another trick of that scamp De Chavigny, who had stolen my
-exercise and rolled up another in place of it, which I handed in to the
-teacher. You all pretended not to believe me, since you were but too
-glad to see the trickster tricked."
-
-José, who ordinarily took little part in the young men's conversation,
-and who, moreover, had been unable to understand what they had just
-been talking about, now began to mutter under his breath:
-
-"What a queer kind of a country that, where the sheep have only heads,
-feet, and tails, and not even a handful of a body! But, after all, it
-is none of my business; the men who are the masters will fix things to
-suit themselves; but I can't help thinking of the poor horses!"
-
-José, who was a regular jockey, had a most tender consideration for
-these noble beasts. Then, turning to Archie, he touched his cap and
-said:
-
-"Saving your presence, sir, if the gentry themselves eat all the oats
-in your country, which is because they have nothing better to eat, I
-suppose, what do the poor horses do? They require to be well fed if
-they do much hard work."
-
-The young men burst out laughing. José, a little abashed by their
-ridicule, exclaimed:
-
-"Excuse me if I have said anything foolish. One may make mistakes
-without being drunk, just like Master Jules there, who was telling you
-that the _habitants_ call Montmorency Falls 'The Cow' because their
-foam is white as milk. Now, I have a suspicion that it is because they
-bellow like a cow in certain winds. At least that is what the old
-bodies say when they get chattering."
-
-"Don't be angry, old boy," answered Jules, "you are probably quite
-right. We were laughing because you thought there were horses in
-Scotland. The animal is unknown in that country."
-
-"What! no horses, sir? What do the folks do when they want to travel?"
-
-"When I say no horses," answered D'Haberville, "you must not understand
-me too literally. They have an animal resembling our horses, but not
-much taller than my big dog Niger. It lives in the mountains, wild as
-our caribous, and not altogether unlike them. When a Highlander wants
-to travel, he sounds his bagpipe; all the villagers gather together
-and he unfolds to them his project. Then they scatter through the
-woods, or rather through the heather, and after a day or two of toil
-and tribulation they succeed, occasionally, in capturing one of these
-charming beasts; then, after another day or two, if the brute is not
-too obstinate, and if the Highlander has enough patience, he sets out
-on his journey, and sometimes even succeeds in coming to the end of it."
-
-"Well, I must say," retorted Lochiel, "you are a pretty one to be
-making fun of my Highlanders! You have good right to be proud of this
-princely turn-out of your own! It will be hard for posterity to believe
-that the high and mighty lord of D'Haberville sends for his son and
-heir in a sort of dung-cart without wheels! Doubtless he will send some
-outriders on ahead of us, in order that nothing shall be lacking in our
-triumphal approach to the manor of St. Jean Port Joli!"
-
-"Well done, Lochiel! you are saved, brother mine," cried Jules. "A
-very neat home thrust. Claws for claws, as one of your Scottish saints
-exclaimed one day, when he was having a scrimmage with the devil."
-
-José, during this discussion, was scratching his head disconsolately.
-Like Caleb Balderstone, in The Bride of Lammermoor, he was very
-sensitive on all subjects touching his master's honor.
-
-"What a wretched fool I am!" he cried in a piteous voice. "It is all my
-fault. The seigneur has four carryalls in his coach-house, of which
-two are brand new and varnished up like fiddles, so that I used one
-for a looking-glass last Sunday. So, then, when the seigneur said to
-me yesterday morning, 'Get ready, José, for you must go to Quebec to
-fetch my son and his friend Mr. de Lochiel; see that you take a proper
-carriage'--I, like a fool, said to myself that when the roads were so
-bad the only thing to take was a sled like this! Oh, yes, I'm in for a
-good scolding! I shall get off cheap if I have to do without my brandy
-for a month! At three drinks a day," added José, "that will make a loss
-of ninety good drinks, without counting extras. But it's all the same
-to me; I'll take my punishment like a man."
-
-The young men were greatly amused at José's ingenious lying for the
-honor of his master.
-
-"Now," said Archie, "since you seem to have emptied your budget of all
-the absurdities that a hair-brained French head can contain, try and
-speak seriously, and tell me why the Isle of Orleans is called the
-Isle of the Sorcerers."
-
-"For the very simple reason," answered Jules, "that a great many
-sorcerers live there."
-
-"There you begin again with your nonsense," said Lochiel.
-
-"I am in earnest," said Jules. "These Scotch are unbearably conceited.
-They can't acknowledge any excellence in other nations. Do you think,
-my dear fellow, that Scotland has the monopoly of witches and wizards?
-I would beg you to know that we too have our sorcerers; and that two
-hours ago, between Point Lévis and Beaumont, I might as easily as not
-have introduced you to a very respectable sorceress. I would have you
-know, moreover, that on the estate of my illustrious father you shall
-see a witch of the most remarkable skill. The difference is, my dear
-boy, that in Scotland you burn them, while here we treat them in a
-manner fitting their power and social influence. Ask José if I am not
-telling the truth?"
-
-José did not fail to confirm all he said. In his eyes the witches of
-Beaumont and St. Jean Port Joli were genuine and mighty sorceresses.
-
-"But to speak seriously," continued Jules, "since you would make a
-reasonable man of me, _nolens volens_, as my sixth-form master used to
-say when he gave me a dose of the strap, I believe the fable takes its
-rise from the fact that the _habitants_ on the north and south shores
-of the river, seeing the islanders on dark nights go out fishing with
-torches, mistake their lights for will-o'-the-wisps. Then, you know
-that our country folk regard the will-o'-the-wisps as witches, or as
-evil spirits who endeavor to lure the wandering wretch to his death.
-They even profess to hear them laugh when the deluded traveler falls
-into the quagmire. The truth is, that there is an inflammable gas
-continually escaping from our bogs and swampy places, from which to the
-hobgoblins and sorcerers is but a single step."
-
-"Impossible," said Archie; "your logic is at fault, as the professor so
-often had to tell you. You see the inhabitants of the north and south
-shores themselves go fishing with torches, whence, according to your
-reasoning, the islanders should have called them sorcerers; which is
-not the case."
-
-While Jules was shaking his head, with no answer ready, José took up
-the word.
-
-"If you would let me speak, gentlemen, I might explain your difficulty
-by telling you what happened to my late father who is now dead."
-
-"Oh, by all means, tell us that; tell us what happened to your late
-father who is now dead," cried Jules, with a marked emphasis on the
-last four words.
-
-"Yes, my dear José, do us the favor of telling us about it," added
-Lochiel.
-
-"I can't half tell the story," answered José, "for, you see, I have
-neither the fine accent nor the splendid voice of my lamented parent.
-When he used to tell us what happened to him in his vigil, our bodies
-would shake so, as if with ague, as would do you good to see. But I'll
-do my best to satisfy you:
-
-"It happened one day that my late father, who is now dead, had left the
-city for home somewhat late. He had even diverted himself a little, so
-to speak, with his acquaintances in Point Lévis. Like an honest man, he
-loved his drop; and on his journeys he always carried a flask of brandy
-in his dogfish-skin satchel. They say the liquor is the milk for old
-men."
-
-"_Lac dulce_," interjected Archie, sententiously.
-
-"Begging your pardon, Mr. Archie," answered José, with some warmth, "it
-was neither _sweet water_ (_de l'eau_ _douce_) nor _lake-water_ (_eau
-de lac_), but very good, unadulterated brandy which my late father, now
-dead, was carrying in his satchel."
-
-"Capital, upon my word!" cried Jules. "It serves you right for your
-perpetual Latin quotations!"
-
-"I beg your pardon, José," said Lochiel, very seriously. "I intended
-not the shadow of disrespect to your late father."
-
-"You are excused, sir," said José, entirely mollified. "It happened
-that it was quite dark when my father at last got under way. His
-friends did their best to keep him all night, telling him that he would
-have to pass, all by himself, the iron cage wherein _La Corriveau_ did
-penance for having killed her husband.
-
-"You saw it yourselves, gentlemen, when leaving Point Lévis at one
-o'clock. She was quiet then in her cage, the wicked creature, with her
-eyeless skull. But never you trust to her being blind. She is a cunning
-one, you had better believe! If she can't see in the daytime, she knows
-well enough how to find her way to torment poor folks at night. Well,
-as for my late father, who was as brave as his captain's sword, he told
-his friends that he didn't care--that he didn't owe _La Corriveau_ a
-farthing--with a heap more reasons which I can not remember now. He put
-the whip to his horse, a fine brute that could travel like the wind,
-and was gone in a second.
-
-"As he was passing the skeleton, he thought he heard a noise, a sort
-of wailing; but, as a heavy southwest wind was blowing, he made up his
-mind it was only the gale whistling through the bones of the corpse. It
-gave him a kind of a start, nevertheless, and he took a good pull at
-the flask to brace himself up. All things considered, however, as he
-said to himself, Christians should be ready to help each other; perhaps
-the poor creature was wanting his prayers. He took off his cap and
-devoutly recited a _de profundis_ for her benefit, thinking that, if it
-didn't do her any good, it could at least do her no harm, and that he
-himself would be the better for it. Well, then he kept on as fast as he
-could; but, for all that, he heard a queer sound behind him--tic-tac,
-tic-tac, like a piece of iron striking on the stones. He thought it
-was the tire of his wheel, or some piece of the wagon, that had come
-unfastened. He got out to see, but found everything snug. He touched
-the horse to make up for lost time, but after a little he heard again
-that tic-tac, tic-tac, on the stones. Being brave, he didn't pay much
-attention.
-
-"When he got to the high ground of St. Michel, which we passed a little
-way back, he grew very drowsy. 'After all,' said my late father, 'a
-man is not a dog! let us take a little nap; we'll both be the better
-for it, my horse and I.' Well, he unharnessed his horse, tied his legs
-so he would not wander too far, and said: 'There, my pet, there's good
-grass, and you can hear the brook yonder. Good-night.'
-
-"As my late father crawled himself into the wagon to keep out of the
-dew, it struck him to wonder what time it was. After studying the
-'Three Kings' to the south'ard and the 'Wagon' to the north'ard, he
-made up his mind it must be midnight. 'It is time,' said he, 'for
-honest men to be in bed.'
-
-"Suddenly, however, it seemed to him as if Isle d'Orléans was on fire.
-He sprang over the ditch, leaned on the fence, opened his eyes wide,
-and stared with all his might. He saw at last that the flames were
-dancing up and down the shore, as if all the will-o'-the-wisps, all
-the damned souls of Canada, were gathered there to hold the witches'
-sabbath. He stared so hard that his eyes which had grown a little dim
-grew very clear again, and he saw a curious sight; you would have said
-they were a kind of men, a queer breed altogether. They had a head big
-as a peck measure, topped off with a pointed cap a yard long; then they
-had arms, legs, feet, and hands armed with long claws, but no body
-to speak of. Their crotch, begging your pardon, gentlemen, was split
-right up to their ears. They had scarcely anything in the way of flesh;
-they were kind of all bone, like skeletons. Every one of these pretty
-fellows had his upper lip split like a rabbit's, and through the split
-stuck out a rhinoceros tusk a foot long, like you see, Mr. Archie, in
-your book of unnatural history. As for the nose, it was nothing more
-nor less, begging your pardon, than a long pig's snout, which they
-would rub first on one side and then on the other of their great tusk,
-perhaps to sharpen it. I almost forgot to say that they had a long
-tail, twice as long as a cow's, which they used, I suppose, to keep off
-the flies.
-
-"The funniest thing of all was that there were but three eyes to every
-couple of imps. Those that had but one eye, in the middle of the
-forehead, like those Cyclopes that your uncle, who is a learned man,
-Mr. Jules, used to read to us about out of that big book of his, all
-Latin, like the priest's prayer-book, which he called his Virgil--those
-that had but one eye held each by the claw two novices with the proper
-number of eyes. Out of all these eyes spurted the flames which lit up
-Isle d'Orléans like broad day. The novices seemed very respectful to
-their companions, who were, as one might say, half blind; they bowed
-down to them, they fawned upon them, they fluttered their arms and
-legs, just like good Christians dancing the minuet.
-
-"The eyes of my late father were fairly starting out of his head. It
-was worse and worse when they began to jump and dance without moving
-from their places, and to chant in a voice as hoarse as that of a
-choking cow, this song:
-
- "Hoary Frisker, Goblin gay,
- Long-nosed Neighbor, come away!
- Come my Grumbler in the mud,
- Brother Frog of tainted blood!
- Come, and on this juicy Christian
- Let us feast it while we may!"
-
- * * * * *
-
-"'Ah! the accursed heathens,' exclaimed my late father, 'an honest
-man can not be sure of his property for a moment! Not satisfied with
-having stolen my favorite song, which I always keep to wind up with at
-weddings and feasts, just see how they've played the devil with it! One
-would hardly recognize it. It is Christians instead of good wine that
-they are going to treat themselves to, the scoundrels!'
-
-"Then the imps went on with their hellish song, glaring at my late
-father, and curling their long snouts around their great rhinoceros
-tusks:
-
- "Come, my tricksy Traveler's Guide,
- Devil's Minion true and tried.
- Come, my Sucking-Pig, my Simple,
- Brother Wart and Brother Pimple;
- Here's a fat and juicy Frenchman
- To be pickled, to be fried!"
-
- * * * * *
-
-"'All that I can say to you just now, my darlings,' cried my late
-father, 'is that if you get no more fat to eat than what I'm going to
-bring you on my lean carcass you'll hardly need to skim your broth.'
-
-"The goblins, however, seemed to be expecting something, for they kept
-turning their heads every moment. My late father looked in the same
-direction. What was that he saw on the hill-side? A mighty devil, built
-like the rest, but as long as the steeple St. Michel, which we passed
-awhile back. Instead of the pointed bonnet, he wore a three-horned
-hat, topped with a big thorn bush in place of a feather. He had but
-one eye, blackguard that he was, but that was as good as a dozen. He
-was doubtless the drum-major of the regiment, for he held in his hand
-a saucepan twice as big as our maple-sugar kettles, which hold twenty
-gallons, and in the other hand a bell-clapper, which no doubt the dog
-of a heretic had stolen from some church before its consecration. He
-pounded on his saucepan, and all the scoundrels began to laugh, to
-jump, to flutter, nodding to my late father as if inviting him to come
-and amuse himself with them.
-
-"'You'll wait a long time, my lambs,' thought my late father to
-himself, his teeth chattering in his head as if he had the shaking
-fever--'you will wait a long time, my gentle lambs. I'm not in any
-hurry to quit the good Lord's earth to live with the goblins!'
-
-"Suddenly the tall devil began to sing a hellish round, accompanying
-himself on the saucepan, which he beat furiously, and all the goblins
-darted away like lightning--so fast, indeed, that it took them less
-than a minute to go all the way around the island. My poor late father
-was so stupefied by the hubbub that he could not remember more than
-three verses of the song, which ran like this:
-
- "Here's the spot that suits us well
- When it gets too hot in hell--
- Toura-loura;
- Here we go all round,
- Hands all round,
- Here we go all round.
-
- "Come along and stir your sticks,
- You jolly dogs of heretics--
- Toura-loura;
- Here we go all round,
- Hands all round,
- Here we go all round.
-
- "Room for all, there's room for all
- That skim or wriggle, bounce or crawl--
- Toura-loura;
- Here we go all round,
- Hands all round,
- Here we go all round."
-
-"My late father was in a cold sweat; he had not yet, however, come to
-the worst of it."
-
-Here José paused. "But I am dying for a smoke, and, with your
-permission, gentlemen, I'll light my pipe."
-
-"Quite right, my dear José," answered D'Haberville. "For my own part,
-I am dying for something else. My stomach declares that this is
-dinner-hour at college. Let's have a bite to eat."
-
-Jules enjoyed the privilege of aristocratic descent--he had always a
-magnificent appetite. This was specially excusable to-day, seeing that
-he had dined at noon, and had had an immense deal of exercise since.
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER III.
-
-LA CORRIVEAU.
-
-Sganarelle.--Seigneur commandeur, mon maitre, Don Juan, vous demande
-si vous voulez lui faire l'honneur de venir souper avec lui.
-
-Le même.--La statue m'a fait signe.
-
-+Le Festin de Pierre.+
-
- What? the ghosts are growing ruder,
- How they beard me....
-
- To-night--why this is Goblin Hall,
- Spirits and specters all in all.
-
-+Faustus.+
-
-
-José, after having unbridled the horse and given him what he called
-a mouthful of hay, made haste to open a box which he had ingeniously
-arranged on the sled to serve, as needs might be, both for seat and
-larder. He brought out a great napkin in which were wrapped up two
-roast chickens, a tongue, a ham, a little flask of brandy, a good big
-bottle of wine. He was going to retire when Jules said to him:
-
-"Come along and take a bite with us, José."
-
-"Yes, indeed, come and sit here by me," said Archie.
-
-"Oh, gentlemen," said José, "I know my place too well--"
-
-"Come now, no affectations," said Jules. "We are here like three
-soldiers in camp; will you be so good as to come, you obstinate fellow?"
-
-"Since you say so, gentlemen, I must obey my officers," answered Jules.
-
-The two young men seated themselves on the box which served them also
-for a table. José took his place very comfortably on a bundle of hay,
-and all three began to eat and drink with a hearty appetite.
-
-Archie, naturally abstemious, had soon finished his meal. Having
-nothing better to do, he began to philosophize. In his lighter moods he
-loved to propound paradoxes for the pleasure of the argument.
-
-"Do you know, brother mine, what it was that interested me most in my
-friend's story?"
-
-"No," exclaimed Jules, attacking another drumstick; "and what's more,
-for the next quarter of an hour I don't care. The hungry stomach has no
-ears."
-
-"Oh, that's no matter," said Archie. "It was those devils, goblins,
-spirits, or whatever you choose to call them, with only one eye; I
-wish that the fashion could be adopted among men; there would be fewer
-hypocrites, fewer rogues, and therefore fewer dupes. Assuredly, it
-is some consolation to see that virtue is held in honor even among
-hobgoblins. Did you notice with what respect those one-eyed fellows
-were treated by the other imps?"
-
-"That may be," said Jules, "but what does it prove?"
-
-"It proves," answered Lochiel, "that the one-eyed fellows deserved the
-special attentions that were paid them; they are the _haute noblesse_
-among hobgoblins. Above all they are not hypocrites."
-
-"Nonsense," said Jules, "I begin to be afraid your brain is softening."
-
-"Oh, no, I'm not so crazy as you think," answered Archie. "Just watch
-a hypocrite with somebody he wants to deceive. With what humility he
-keeps one eye half shut while the other watches the effect of his
-words. If he had but one eye he would lose this immense advantage,
-and would have to give up his _rôle_ of hypocrite which he finds
-so profitable. There, you see, is one vice the less. My Cyclops of
-a hobgoblin has probably many other vices, but he is certainly no
-hypocrite; whence the respect to which he is treated by a class of
-beings stained with all the vices in the category."
-
-"Here's your health, my Scottish philosopher," exclaimed Jules, tossing
-off a glass of wine. "Hanged if I understand a word of your reasoning
-though."
-
-"But it's clear as day," answered Archie. "The heavy and indigestible
-stuff with which you are loading down your stomach must be clogging
-your brains. If you ate nothing but oatmeal, as we Highlanders do, your
-ideas would be a good deal clearer."
-
-"That oatmeal seems to stick in your throat, my friend," said Jules;
-"it ought to be easy enough to digest, however, even without the help
-of sauce."
-
-"Here's another example," said Archie. "A rogue who wishes to cheat an
-honest man in any kind of a transaction always keeps one eye winking
-or half shut, while the other watches to see whether he is gaining
-or losing in the trade. One eye is plotting while the other watches.
-That is a vast advantage for the rogue. His antagonist, on the other
-hand, seeing one eye clear, frank, and honest, can not suspect what
-is going on behind the eye which blinks, and plots, and calculates,
-while its fellow keeps as impenetrable as fate. Now let us reverse the
-matter," continued Archie. "Let us suppose the same rogue in the same
-circumstances, but blind of one eye. The honest man watching his face
-may often read in his eye his inmost thoughts; for my Cyclops, being
-himself suspicious, is constrained to keep his one eye wide open."
-
-"Rather," laughed Jules, "if he doesn't want to break his neck."
-
-"Granted," replied Lochiel, "but still more for the purpose of reading
-the soul of him he wants to deceive. He finds it necessary, moreover,
-to give his eye an expression of candor and good-fellowship in order to
-divert suspicion--which must absorb a portion of his wits. Then, since
-there are few men who can follow, without the help of both their eyes,
-two different trains of thought at the same time, our rogue finds that
-he has lost half of his advantage. He renounces his wicked calling, and
-society is the richer by one more honest man."
-
-"My poor Archie," murmured Jules, "I see that we have exchanged
-_rôles_; that I am now the Scotch philosopher, as I so courteously
-entitle you, while you are the crazy Frenchman, as you irreverently
-term me. For, don't you see, my new Prometheus, that this one-eyed race
-of men, endowed with all the virtues which you intend to substitute,
-might very readily blink, if that is an infallible recipe for
-deception, and for the purpose of taking observations just open their
-eye from time to time."
-
-"Oh, you French, you frivolous French, you deluded French, no wonder
-the English catch you on the hip in diplomacy!"
-
-"It would seem to me," interrupted Jules, "that the Scotch ought to
-know something by this time about English diplomacy!"
-
-Archie's face saddened and grew pale; his friend had touched a sore
-spot. Jules perceived this at once and said:
-
-"Forgive me, dear fellow, if I have hurt you. I know the subject is one
-that calls up painful memories. I spoke, as usual, without thinking.
-One often thoughtlessly wounds those one best loves by a retort which
-one may think very witty. But come, let us drink to a merry life! Go
-on with your remarkable reasoning; that will be pleasanter for both of
-us."
-
-"The cloud has passed over, and I resume my argument," said Lochiel,
-repressing his emotion. "Don't you see that my rascal could not shut
-his eye for an instant without the risk of his prey escaping him? Do
-you remember the squirrel that we saved last year from that great
-snake, at the foot of the old maple-tree in your father's park;
-remember how the snake kept its glowing eyes fixed upon the poor little
-creature in order to fascinate it; how the squirrel kept springing from
-branch to branch with piteous cries, unable to remove its gaze for an
-instant from that of the hideous reptile? When we made it look away it
-was saved. Do you remember how joyous it was after the death of its
-enemy? Well, my friend, let our rogue shut his eye and his prey escapes
-him."
-
-"Verily," said Jules, "you are a mighty dialectician. I shouldn't
-wonder if you would some day eclipse, if you don't do it already, such
-prattlers as Socrates, Zeno, Montaigne, and other philosophers of that
-ilk. The only danger is lest your logic should some day land you in the
-moon."
-
-"You think you can make fun of me," said Archie. "Very well, but only
-let some pedant, with his pen behind his ear, undertake to refute my
-thesis seriously, and a hundred scribblers in battle array will take
-sides for and against, and floods of ink will flow. The world has been
-deluged with blood itself in defense of theories about as reasonable as
-mine. Why such a thing has often been enough to make a man famous."
-
-"Meanwhile," answered Jules, "your argument will serve as one of those
-after-pieces with which Sancho Panza used to put Don Quixote to sleep.
-As for me, I greatly prefer the story of our friend José."
-
-"You are easily pleased, sir," said the latter, who had been taking a
-nap during the scientific discussion.
-
-"Let us listen," said Archie; "_Conticuêre omnes, intentique ora
-tenebant._"
-
-"_Conticuêre_ ... you irrepressible pedant," cried D'Haberville.
-
-"It's not one of the priest's stories," put in José briskly; "but it is
-as true as if he had told it from the pulpit; for my late father never
-lied."
-
-"We believe you, my dear José," said Lochiel. "But now please go on
-with your delightful narrative."
-
-"Well," said José, "it happened that my late father, brave as he was,
-was in such a devil of a funk that the sweat was hanging from the end
-of his nose like a head of oats. There he was, the dear man, with his
-eyes bigger than his head, never daring to budge. Presently he thought
-he heard behind him the 'tic tac,' 'tic tac,' which he had already
-heard several times on the journey; but he had too much to occupy his
-attention in front of him to pay much heed to what might pass behind.
-Suddenly, when he was least expecting it, he felt two great bony hands,
-like the claws of a bear, grip him by the shoulders. He turned around
-horrified, and found himself face to face with La Corriveau, who was
-climbing on his back. She had thrust her hands through the bars of her
-cage and succeeded in clutching him; but the cage was heavy, and at
-every leap she fell back again to the ground with a hoarse cry, without
-losing her hold, however, on the shoulders of my late father, who bent
-under the burden. If he had not held tight to the fence with both
-hands, he would have been crushed under the weight. My poor late father
-was so overwhelmed with horror that one might have heard the sweat
-that rolled off his forehead dropping down on the fence like grains of
-duck-shot.
-
-"'My dear Francis,' said La Corriveau, 'do me the pleasure of taking me
-to dance with my friends of Isle d'Orléans?'
-
-"'Oh, you devil's wench!' cried my late father. That was the only oath
-the good man ever used, and that only when very much tried."
-
-"The deuce!" exclaimed Jules, "it seems to me that the occasion was a
-very suitable one. For my own part, I should have been swearing like a
-heathen."
-
-"And I," said Archie, "like an Englishman."
-
-"Isn't that much the same thing," answered D'Haberville.
-
-"You are wrong, my dear Jules. I must acknowledge that the heathen
-acquit themselves very well; but the English? Oh, my! Le Roux who, soon
-as he got out of college, made a point of reading all the bad books
-he could get hold of, told us, if you remember, that that blackguard
-of a Voltaire, as my uncle the Jesuit used to call him, had declared
-in a book of his, treating of what happened in France in the reign
-of Charles VII, when that prince was hunting the islanders out of
-his kingdom--Le Roux told us that Voltaire had put it on record that
-'every Englishman swears.' Well, my boy, those events took place about
-the year 1445--let us say, three hundred years ago. Judge, then, what
-dreadful oaths that ill-tempered nation must have invented in the
-course of three centuries!"
-
-"I surrender," said Jules. "But go on, my dear José."
-
-"'Devil's wench!' exclaimed my late father, 'is that your gratitude for
-my _de profundis_ and all my other prayers? You'd drag _me_ into the
-orgie, would you? I was thinking you must have been in for at least
-three or four thousand years of purgatory for your pranks; and you had
-only killed two husbands--which was a mere nothing. So having always a
-tender heart for everything, I felt sorry for you, and said to myself
-we must give you a helping hand. And this is the way you thank me, that
-you want to straddle my shoulders and ride me to hell like a heretic!'
-
-"'My dear Francis,' said La Corriveau, 'take me over to dance with my
-dear friends;' and she knocked her head against that of my late father
-till her skull rattled like a dry bladder filled with pebbles.
-
-"'You may be sure,' said my late father, 'You hellish wench of Judas
-Iscariot, I'm not going to be your jackass to carry you over to dance
-with those pretty darlings!'
-
-"'My dear Francis,' answered the witch, 'I can not cross the St.
-Lawrence, which is a consecrated stream, except with the help of a
-Christian.'
-
-"'Get over as best you can, you devilish gallows bird,' said my late
-father. 'Get over as best you can; every one to his own business. Oh,
-yes, a likely thing that I'll carry you over to dance with your dear
-friends; but that will be a devil of a journey you have come, the Lord
-knows how, dragging that fine cage of yours, which must have torn up
-all the stones on the king's highway! A nice row there'll be when the
-inspector passes this way one of these days and finds the road in such
-a condition! And then, who but the poor _habitant_ will have to suffer
-for your frolics, getting fined for not having kept the road properly!'
-
-"The drum-major suddenly stopped beating on his great sauce-pan. All
-the goblins halted and gave three yells, three frightful whoops, like
-the Indians give when they have danced that war-dance with which they
-always begin their bloody expeditions. The island was shaken to its
-foundation, the wolves, the bears, all the other wild beasts, and the
-demons of the northern mountains took up the cry, and the echoes
-repeated it till it was lost in the forests of the far-off Saguenay.
-
-"My poor, late father thought that the end of the world had come, and
-the Day of Judgment.
-
-"The tall devil with the sauce-pan struck three blows; and a silence
-most profound succeeded the hellish hubbub. He stretched out his arm
-toward my late father, and cried with a voice of thunder: 'Will you
-make haste, you lazy dog? will you make haste, you cur of a Christian,
-and ferry our friend across? We have only fourteen thousand four
-hundred times more to prance around the island before cock-crow. Are
-you going to make her lose the best of the fun?'
-
-"'Go to the devil, where you all belong,' answered my late father,
-losing all patience.
-
-"'Come, my dear Francis,' said La Corriveau, 'be a little more
-obliging. You are acting like a child about a mere trifle. Moreover,
-see how the time is flying. Come, now, one little effort!'
-
-"'No, no, my wench of Satan,' said my late father. 'Would to Heaven you
-still had on the fine collar which the hangman put around your neck two
-years ago. You wouldn't have so clear a wind-pipe.'
-
-"During this dialogue the goblins on the island resumed their chorus:
-
- "'Here we go all round,
- Hands all round,
- Here we go all round.'
-
-"'My dear Francis,' said the witch, 'if your body and bones won't carry
-me over, I'm going to strangle you. I will straddle your soul and ride
-over to the festival.' With these words, she seized him by the throat
-and strangled him."
-
-"What," exclaimed the young men, "she strangled your poor, late father,
-now dead?"
-
-"When I said strangled, it was very little better than that," answered
-José, "for the dear man lost his consciousness."
-
-"When he came to himself he heard a little bird, which cried _Qué-tu_?
-(Who art thou?)
-
-"'Oh, ho!' said my late father, 'it's plain I'm not in hell, since I
-hear the dear Lord's birds!' He opened first one eye, then the other,
-and saw that it was broad daylight. The sun was shining right in his
-face; the little bird, perched on a neighboring branch, kept crying
-_qué-tu_?'
-
-"'My dear child,' said my late father, 'it is not very easy to answer
-your question, for I'm not very certain this morning just who I am.
-Only yesterday I believed myself to be a brave, honest, and God-fearing
-man; but I have had such an experience this night that I can hardly be
-sure that it is I, Francis Dubé, here present in body and soul. Then
-the dear man began to sing:
-
- 'Here we go all round,
- Hands all round,
- Here we go all round.'
-
-"In fact, he was half bewitched. At last, however, he perceived that
-he was lying full length in a ditch where, happily, there was more mud
-than water; but for that my poor, late father, who now sleeps with the
-saints, surrounded by all his relations and friends, and fortified by
-all the holy sacraments, would have died without absolution, like a
-monkey in his old tree, begging your pardon for the comparison, young
-gentlemen. When he had got his face clear from the mud of the ditch,
-in which he was stuck fast as in a vise, the first thing he saw was
-his flask on the bank above him. At this he plucked up his courage and
-stretched out his hand to take a drink. But no such luck! The flask was
-empty! The witch had drained every drop."
-
-"My dear José," said Lochiel, "I think I am about as brave as the next
-one. Nevertheless, if such an adventure had happened to me, never again
-would I have traveled alone at night."
-
-"Nor I either," said D'Haberville.
-
-"To tell you the truth, gentlemen," said José, "since you are so
-discriminating, I will confess that my late father, who before this
-adventure would not have turned a hair in the graveyard at midnight,
-was never afterward so bold; he dared not even go alone after sunset to
-do his chores in the stable."
-
-"And very sensible he was; but finish your story," said Jules.
-
-"It is finished," said José. "My late father harnessed his horse, who
-appeared, poor brute, to have noticed nothing unusual, and made his way
-home fast as possible. It was not till a fortnight later that he told
-us his adventure."
-
-"What do you say to all that, my self-satisfied skeptic who would
-refuse to Canada the luxury of witches and wizards?" inquired
-D'Haberville.
-
-"I say," answered Archie, "that our Highland witches are mere infants
-compared with those of New France, and, what's more, if ever I get
-back to my Scottish hills, I'm going to imprison all our hobgoblins in
-bottles, as Le Sage did with his wooden-legged devil, Asmodeus."
-
-"Hum-m-m!" said José. "It would serve them just right, accursed
-blackguards; but where would you get bottles big enough? There'd be the
-difficulty."
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER IV.
-
-THE BREAKING UP OF THE ICE.
-
-On entendit du côté de la mer un bruit epouvantable, comme si des torrents
-d'eau, mêlés à des tonnerres, eussent roulé du haut des montagnes;
-tout le monde s'écria: voilà l'ouragan.
-
-+Bernardin de Saint-Pierre.+
-
- Though aged, he was so iron of limb
- Few of your youths could cope with him.
-
-+Byron.+
-
-Que j'aille à son secours, s'écria-t-il, ou que je meure.
-
-+Bernardin de Saint-Pierre.+
-
-Les vents et les vagues sont toujours du côté du plus habile nageur.
-
-+Gibbon.+
-
-
-The travelers merrily continued their journey. The day drew to a close,
-and they kept on for a time by starlight. At length the moon rose and
-shone far over the still bosom of the Saint Lawrence. At the sight of
-her, Jules broke out into rhapsodies, and cried:
-
-"I feel myself inspired, not by the waters of Hippocrene, which I
-have never tasted and which, I trust, I never shall taste, but by the
-kindly juice of Bacchus, dearer than all the fountains in the world,
-not even excepting the limpid wave of Parnassus. Hail to thee, fair
-moon! Hail to thee, thou silvern lamp, that lightest the steps of two
-men free as the children of our mighty forests, two men but now escaped
-from the shackles of college! How many times, O moon, as thy pale rays
-pierced to my lonely couch, how many times have I longed to break my
-bonds and mingle with the joyous throngs at balls and routs, while a
-harsh and inexorable decree condemned me to a sleep which I abhorred!
-Ah, how many times, O moon, have I sighed to traverse, mounted upon
-thy crescent at the risk of breaking my neck, the regions thou wast
-illuminating in thy stately course, even though it should take me to
-another hemisphere! Ah, how many times--"
-
-"Ah, how many times in thy life hast thou talked nonsense!" exclaimed
-Archie. "But, since frenzy is infectious, listen now to a true poet,
-and abase thyself, proud spirit. O moon, thou of the threefold essence,
-thou whom the poets of old invoked as Artemis the Huntress, how sweet
-it must be to thee to forsake the dark realms of Pluto, and not less
-the forests wherein, with thy baying pack, thou raisest a din enough
-to deafen all the demons of Canada! How sweet it must be to thee, O
-moon, to journey now in tranquil dominance, in stupendous silence, the
-ethereal spaces of heaven! Repent of thy work, I beseech thee! Restore
-the light of reason to this poor afflicted one, my dearest friend,
-who--"
-
-"O Phoebe, patron of fools," interrupted Jules, "not for my friend have
-I any prayer to make thee. Thou art all guiltless of his infirmity, for
-the mischief was done--"
-
-"I say, gentlemen," exclaimed José, "when you are done your
-conversation with my lady moon--I don't know how you find so much to
-say to her--would it please you to notice what a noise they are making
-in St. Thomas yonder?"
-
-All listened intently. It was the church bell pealing wildly.
-
-"It is the Angelus," exclaimed Jules D'Haberville.
-
-"Oh, yes," exclaimed José, "the Angelus at eight o'clock in the
-evening."
-
-"Then it's a fire," said Archie.
-
-"But we don't see any flames," answered José. "Whatever it is let's
-make haste. There is something unusual going on yonder."
-
-Driving as fast as they could, half an hour later they entered the
-village of St. Thomas. All was silence. The village appeared deserted.
-Only the dogs, shut up in some of the houses, were barking madly.
-But for the noise of the curs they might have thought themselves
-transported into that city which we read of in the Arabian Nights whose
-inhabitants had all been turned into marble.
-
-Our travelers were on the point of entering the church, the bell of
-which was still ringing, when they noticed a light and heard shouts
-from the bank by the rapids near the manor house. Thither they made
-their way at full speed.
-
-It would take the pen of a Cooper or a Chateaubriand to paint the scene
-that met their eyes on the bank of South River.
-
-Captain Marcheterre, an old sailor of powerful frame, was returning to
-the village toward dusk at a brisk pace, when he heard out on the river
-a noise like some heavy body falling into the water, and immediately
-afterward the groans and cries of some one appealing for help. It was
-a rash _habitant_ named Dumais, who, thinking the ice yet sufficiently
-firm, had ventured upon it with his team, about a dozen rods southwest
-of the town. The ice had split up so suddenly that his team vanished
-in the current. The unhappy Dumais, a man of great activity, had just
-succeeded in springing from the sled to a stronger piece of ice, but
-the violence of the effort had proved disastrous; catching his foot in
-a crevice, he had snapped his leg at the ankle like a bit of glass.
-
-Marcheterre, who knew the dangerous condition of the ice, which was
-split in many places, shouted to him not to stir, and that he was going
-to bring him help. He ran at once to the sexton, telling him to ring
-the alarm while he was routing out the nearest neighbors. In a moment,
-all was bustle and confusion. Men ran hither and thither without
-accomplishing anything. Women and children began to cry. Dogs began to
-howl, sounding every note of the canine gamut; so that the captain,
-whose experience pointed him out as the one to direct the rescue, had
-great difficulty in making himself heard.
-
-However, under the directions of Marcheterre, some ran for ropes and
-boards while others stripped the fences and wood-piles of their cedar
-and birch bark to make torches. The scene grew more and more animated,
-and by the light of fifty torches shedding abroad their fitful glare
-the crowd spread along the river bank to the spot pointed out by the
-old sailor.
-
-Dumais waited patiently enough for the coming of help. As soon as
-he could make himself heard he implored them to hurry, for he was
-beginning to hear under the ice low grumbling sounds which seemed to
-come from far off toward the river's mouth.
-
-"There's not a moment to lose, my friends," exclaimed the old captain,
-"for that is a sign the ice is going to break up."
-
-Men less experienced than he wished immediately to thrust out upon the
-ice their planks and boards without waiting to tie them together; but
-this he forbade, for the ice was already full of cracks, and moreover
-the ice cake which supported Dumais was isolated, having on the one
-side the shattered surface where the horse had been engulfed, and on
-the other a large air-hole which cut off all approach. Marcheterre, who
-knew that the breaking up was not only inevitable, but to be expected
-at any moment, was unwilling to risk the life of so many people
-without taking every precaution that his experience could dictate.
-
-Some thereupon with hatchets began to notch the planks and boards; some
-tied them together end to end; some, with the captain at their head,
-dragged them out on the ice, while others were pushing from the bank.
-This improvised bridge was not more than fifty feet from the bank when
-the old sailor cried: "Now, boys, let some strong active fellows follow
-me at a distance of ten feet from one another, and let the rest keep
-pushing as before!"
-
-Marcheterre was closely followed by his son, a young man in the prime
-of life, who, knowing his father's boldness, kept within reach in
-order to help him in case of need, for lugubrious mutterings, the
-ominous forerunners of a mighty cataclysm, were making themselves heard
-beneath the ice. But every one was at his post and every one doing his
-utmost; those who broke through, dragged themselves out by means of the
-floating bridge, and, once more on the solid ice, resumed their efforts
-with renewed zeal. Two or three minutes more and Dumais would be saved.
-
-The two Marcheterres, the father ahead, were within about a hundred
-feet of the wretched victim of his own imprudence, when a subterranean
-thunder, such as precedes a strong shock of earthquake, seemed to
-run the whole length of South River. This subterranean sound was at
-once followed by an explosion like the discharge of a great piece of
-artillery. Then rose a terrible cry. "The ice is going! the ice is
-going! save yourselves!" screamed the crowd on shore.
-
-Indeed the ice cakes were shivering on all sides under the pressure
-of the flood, which was already invading the banks. Then followed
-dreadful confusion. The ice cakes turned completely over, climbed
-upon each other with a frightful grinding noise, piled themselves to
-a great height, then sank suddenly and disappeared beneath the waves.
-The planks and boards were tossed about like cockle-shells in an ocean
-gale. The ropes and chains threatened every moment to give away.
-
-The spectators, horror-stricken at the sight of their kinsfolk exposed
-to almost certain destruction, kept crying: "Save yourselves! save
-yourselves!" It would have been indeed tempting Providence to continue
-any longer the rash and unequal struggle with the flood.
-
-Marcheterre, however, who seemed rather inspired than daunted by the
-appalling spectacle, ceased not to shout: "Forward boys! forward, for
-God's sake!"
-
-This old sea-lion, ever cool and unmoved when on the deck of his
-reeling ship and directing a man[oe]uvre on whose success the lives of
-all depended, was just as calm in the face of a peril which froze the
-boldest hearts. Turning round, he perceived that, with the exception of
-his son and Joncas, one of his sailors, the rest had all sought safety
-in a headlong flight. "Oh, you cowards, you cowards!" he cried.
-
-He was interrupted by his son, who, seeing him rushing to certain
-death, seized him and threw him down on a plank, where he held him some
-moments in spite of the old man's mighty struggles. Then followed a
-terrible conflict between father and son. It was filial love against
-that sublime self-abnegation, the love of humanity.
-
-The old man, by a tremendous effort, succeeded in throwing himself off
-the plank, and he and his son rolled on to the ice, where the struggle
-was continued fiercely. At this crisis, Joncas, leaping from plank to
-plank, from board to board, came to the young man's assistance.
-
-The spectators, who from the shore lost nothing of the heart-rending
-scene, in spite of the water already pursuing them, made haste to draw
-in the ropes, and the united efforts of a hundred brawny arms were
-successful in rescuing the three heroes. Scarcely, indeed, had they
-reached a place of safety, when the great sheet of ice, which had
-hitherto remained stationary in spite of the furious attacks of the
-enemy assailing it on all sides, groaning, and with a slow majesty of
-movement, began its descent toward the falls.
-
-All eyes were straightway fixed upon Dumais. He was a brave man. Many a
-time had he proved his courage upon the enemies of his country. He had
-even faced the most hideous of deaths, when, bound to a post, he was on
-the point of being burned alive by the Iroquois, which he would have
-been but for the timely aid of his friends the Melicites. Now he was
-sitting on his precarious refuge calm and unmoved as a statue of death.
-He made some signs toward the shore, which the spectators understood as
-a last farewell to his friends. Then, folding his arms, or occasionally
-lifting them toward heaven, he appeared to forget all earthly ties and
-to prepare himself for passing the dread limits which divide man from
-the eternal.
-
-Once safely ashore, the captain displayed no more of his anger.
-Regaining his customary coolness he gave his orders calmly and
-precisely.
-
-"Let us take our floating bridge," said he, "and follow yonder sheet of
-ice down river."
-
-"What is the use?" cried some who appeared to have had experience. "The
-poor fellow is beyond the reach of help."
-
-"There's one chance yet, one little chance of saving him," said the
-old sailor, giving ear to certain sounds which he heard far off to the
-southward, "and we must be ready for it. The ice is on the point of
-breaking up in the St. Nicholas, which, as you know, is very rapid.
-The violence of the flood at that point is likely to crowd the ice of
-South River over against our shore; and what's more, we shall have no
-reason to reproach ourselves."
-
-It fell out as Captain Marcheterre predicted. In a moment or two there
-was a mighty report like a peal of thunder; and the St. Nicholas,
-bursting madly from its fetters, hurled itself upon the flank of the
-vast procession of ice floes which, having hitherto encountered no
-obstacle, were pursuing their triumphant way to the St. Lawrence.
-It seemed for a moment that the fierce and swift attack, the sudden
-thrust, was going to pile the greater part of the ice cakes upon
-the other shore as the captain hoped. The change it wrought was but
-momentary, for the channel getting choked there was an abrupt halt,
-and the ice cakes, piling one upon another, took the shape of a lofty
-rampart. Checked by this obstacle, the waves spread far beyond both
-shores and flooded the greater part of the village. This sudden deluge,
-driving the spectators from the banks, destroyed the last hope of poor
-Dumais.
-
-The struggle was long and obstinate between the angry element and
-the obstacle which barred its course; but at length the great lake,
-ceaselessly fed by the main river and the tributaries, rose to the top
-of the dam, whose foundations it was at the same time eating away from
-beneath. The barrier, unable to resist the stupendous weight, burst
-with a roar that shook both banks. As South River widens suddenly below
-its junction with the St. Nicholas, the unchained mass darted down
-stream like an arrow, and its course was unimpeded to the cataract.
-
-Dumais had resigned himself to his fate. Calm amid the tumult, his
-hands crossed upon his breast, his eyes lifted heavenward, he seemed
-absorbed in contemplation.
-
-The spectators crowded toward the cataract to see the end of the
-tragedy. Numbers, roused by the alarm bell, had gathered on the other
-shore and had supplied themselves with torches by stripping off the
-bark from the cedar rails. The dreadful scene was lighted as if for a
-festival.
-
-One could see in the distance the long, imposing structure of the
-manor house, to the southwest of the river. It was built on the top
-of a knoll overlooking the basin and ran parallel to the falls. About
-a hundred feet from the manor house rose the roof of a saw mill, the
-sluice of which was connected with the fall itself. Two hundred feet
-from the mill, upon the crest of the fall, were sharply outlined the
-remnants of a little island upon which, for ages, the spring floods
-had spent their fury. Shorn of its former size--for it had once been a
-peninsula--the islet was not now more than twelve feet square.
-
-Of all the trees that had once adorned the spot there remained but a
-single cedar. This veteran, which for so many years had braved the fury
-of the equinoxes and the ice floods of South River, had half given way
-before the relentless assaults. Its crown hung sadly over the abyss in
-which it threatened soon to disappear. Several hundred feet from this
-islet stood a grist mill, to the northwest of the fall.
-
-Owing to a curve in the shore, the tremendous mass of ice which,
-drawn by the fall, was darting down the river with frightful speed,
-crowded all into the channel between the islet and the flour mill, the
-sluice of which was demolished in a moment. Then the ice cakes, piling
-themselves against the timbers to the height of the roof, ended by
-crushing the mill itself as if it had been a house of cards. The ice
-having taken this direction, the channel between the saw mill and the
-island was comparatively free.
-
-The crowd kept running along the bank and watching with horrified
-interest the man whom nothing short of a miracle could save from a
-hideous death. Indeed, up to within about thirty feet of the island,
-Dumais was being carried farther and farther from his only hope of
-rescue, when an enormous ice cake, dashing down with furious speed,
-struck one corner of the piece on which he was sitting, and diverted
-it violently from its course. It wheeled upon the little island and
-came in contact with the ancient cedar, the only barrier between Dumais
-and the abyss. The tree groaned under the shock; its top broke off and
-vanished in the foam. Relieved of this weight, the old tree recovered
-itself suddenly, and made ready for one more struggle against the
-enemies it had so often conquered.
-
-Dumais, thrown forward by the unexpected shock, clasped the trunk
-of the cedar convulsively with both arms. Supporting himself on one
-leg, he clung there desperately while the ice swayed and cracked and
-threatened every instant to drag him from his frail support.
-
-Nothing was lacking to the lurid and dreadful scene. The hurrying
-torches on the shores threw a grim light on the ghastly features and
-staring eyes of the poor wretch thus hanging by a hair above the gulf
-of death. Unquestionably Dumais was brave, but in this position of
-unspeakable horror he lost his self-control.
-
-Marcheterre and his friends, however, still cherished a hope of saving
-him.
-
-Descrying on the shore near the saw mill two great pieces of squared
-timber, they dragged these to a rock which projected into the river
-about two hundred feet above the fall; to each of these timbers they
-attached a cable and launched them forth, in hopes that the current
-would carry them upon the island. Vain attempt! They could not thrust
-them far enough out into the stream, and the timbers, anchored, as it
-were, by the weight of the chains, kept swaying mid way between shore
-and island.
-
-It seemed impossible to add to the awful sublimity of the picture, but
-on the shore was being enacted a most impressive scene. It was religion
-preparing the Christian to appear before the dread tribunal; it was
-religion supporting him to endure the final agony.
-
-The parish priest, who had been at a sick bed, was now upon the
-scene. He was a tall old man of ninety. The burden of years had not
-availed to bend this modern Nestor, who had baptized and married all
-his parishioners, and had buried three generations of them. His long
-hair, white as snow and tossed by the night wind, made him look like a
-prophet of old. He stood erect on the shore, his hands stretched out
-to the miserable Dumais. He loved him; he had christened him; he had
-prepared him for that significant rite of the Catholic Church which
-seems suddenly to touch a child's nature with something of the angelic.
-He loved him also as the husband of an orphan girl whom the old priest
-had brought up. He loved him for the sake of his two little ones, who
-were the joy of his old age. Standing there on the shore, like the
-Angel of Pity, he not only administered the consolations of his sacred
-office, but spoke to him tender words of love. He promised him that the
-seigneur would never let his family come to want. Finally, seeing the
-tree yield more and more before every shock, he cried in a loud voice,
-broken with sobs: "My son, make me the 'Act of Contrition' and I will
-give you absolution." A moment later, in a voice that rang clear above
-the roaring of the flood and of the cataract, the old priest pronounced
-these words: "My son, in the name of God the Father, in the name of
-Jesus Christ, his Son, by whose authority I speak, in the name of
-the Holy Ghost, your sins are forgiven you. Amen." And all the people
-sobbed, "Amen."
-
-Then Nature reasserted herself, and the old man's voice was choked with
-tears. Again he regained his self-control, and cried: "Kneel, brethren,
-while I say the prayers for the dying."
-
-Once more the old priest's voice soared above the tumult, as he cried:
-
-"Blessed soul, we dismiss you from the body in the name of God
-the Father Almighty who created you, in the name of Jesus Christ
-who suffered for you, in the name of the Holy Ghost in whom you
-were regenerate and born again, in the name of the angels and the
-archangels, in the name of the thrones and the dominions, in the
-name of the cherubim and seraphim, in the name of the patriarchs and
-prophets, in the name of the blessed monks and nuns and all the saints
-of God. The peace of God be with you this day, and your dwelling
-forever in Sion; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen." And all the
-people wailed "Amen."
-
-A death-like silence fell upon the scene, when suddenly shrieks were
-heard in the rear of the crowd, and a woman in disordered garments,
-her hair streaming out behind her, carrying a child in her arms and
-dragging another at her side, pushed her way wildly to the river's
-edge. It was the wife of Dumais.
-
-Dwelling about a mile and a half from the village, she had heard the
-alarm bell; but being alone with her children, whom she could not
-leave, she had resigned herself as best she could till her husband
-should return and tell her the cause of the excitement.
-
-The woman, when she saw her husband thus hanging on the lip of the
-fall, uttered but one cry, a cry so terrible that it pierced every
-heart, and sank in a merciful unconsciousness. She was carried to the
-manor house, where every care was lavished upon her by Madame de
-Beaumont and her family.
-
-As for Dumais, at the sight of his wife and children, a hoarse scream,
-inarticulate and like the voice of a wounded beast, forced its way from
-his lips and made all that heard it shudder. Then he appeared to fall
-into a kind of stupor.
-
-At the very moment when the old priest was administering the absolution
-our travelers arrived upon the scene. Jules thrust through the crowd
-and took his place between the priest and his uncle de Beaumont.
-Archie, on the other hand, pushed forward to the water's edge, folded
-his arms, took a rapid survey of the situation, and calculated the
-chances of rescue.
-
-After a moment's thought, he bounded rather than ran toward the group
-surrounding Marcheterre. He began to strip off his clothes and to give
-directions at the same time. His words were few and to the point:
-"Captain, I am like a fish in the water; there is no danger for me,
-but for the poor fellow yonder, in case I should strike that block of
-ice too hard and dash it from its place. Stop me about a dozen feet
-above the island, that I may calculate the distance better and break
-the shock. Your own judgment will tell you what else to do. Now, for a
-strong rope, but as light as possible, and a good sailor's knot."
-
-While the old captain was fastening the rope under his arms, he
-attached another rope to his body, taking the coil in his right hand.
-Thus equipped, he sprang into the river, where he disappeared for an
-instant, but when he came to the surface the current bore him rapidly
-toward the shore. He made the mightiest efforts to gain the island, but
-without succeeding, seeing which Marcheterre made all haste to draw
-him back to land before his strength was exhausted. The moment he was
-on shore, he made his way to the jutting rock. The spectators scarcely
-breathed when they saw Archie plunge into the flood. Every one knew
-of his giant strength, his exploits as a swimmer during his vacation
-visits to the manor house of Beaumont. The anxiety of the crowd,
-therefore, had been intense during the young man's superhuman efforts,
-and, on seeing his failure, a cry of disappointment went up from every
-breast.
-
-Jules D'Haberville was all unaware of his friend's heroic undertaking.
-Of an emotional and sympathetic nature, he could not endure the
-heart-rending sight that met his view. After one glance of measureless
-pity, he had fixed his eyes on the ground and refused to raise them.
-This human being suspended on the verge of the bellowing gulf, this
-venerable priest administering from afar under the open heaven the
-sacrament of penance, the anguished prayers, the sublime invocation,
-all seemed to him a dreadful dream.
-
-Absorbed in these conflicting emotions, Jules D'Haberville had no idea
-of Archie's efforts to save Dumais. He had heard the lamentations which
-greeted the first fruitless effort, and had attributed them to some
-little variation in the spectacle from which he withheld his gaze.
-
-The bond between these two friends was no ordinary tie; it was the love
-between a David and a Jonathan, "passing the love of woman."
-
-Jules, indeed, spared Archie none of his ridicule, but the privilege
-of tormenting was one which he would permit no other to share. Unlucky
-would he be who should affront Lochiel in the presence of the impetuous
-young Frenchman!
-
-Whence arose this passionate affection? The young men had apparently
-little in common. Lochiel was somewhat cold in demeanor, while Jules
-was exuberantly demonstrative. They resembled one another, however, in
-one point of profoundest importance; they were both high-hearted and
-generous to the last degree.
-
-José, who had been watching Lochiel's every movement, and who well knew
-the extravagance of Jules's devotion, had slipped behind his young
-master, and stood ready to restrain, by force, if necessary, this fiery
-and indomitable spirit.
-
-The anxiety of the spectators became almost unendurable over Archie's
-second attempt to save Dumais, whom they regarded as utterly beyond
-hope. The convulsive trembling of the unhappy man showed that his
-strength was rapidly ebbing. Nothing but the old priest's prayers broke
-the deathly silence.
-
-As for Lochiel, his failure had but strengthened him in his heroic
-purpose. He saw clearly that the effort was likely to cost him his
-life. The rope, his only safety, might well break when charged with a
-double burden and doubly exposed to the torrent's force. Too skillful
-a swimmer was he not to realize the peril of endeavoring to rescue one
-who could in no way help himself.
-
-Preserving his coolness, however, he merely said to Marcheterre:
-
-"We must change our tactics. It is this coil of rope in my right hand
-which has hampered me from first to last."
-
-Thereupon he enlarged the loop, which he passed over his right shoulder
-and under his left armpit, in order to leave both arms free. This
-done, he made a bound like that of a tiger, and, disappearing beneath
-the waves, which bore him downward at lightning speed, he did not
-come to the surface until within about a dozen feet of the island,
-where, according to agreement, Marcheterre checked his course. This
-movement appeared likely to prove fatal, for, losing his balance, he
-was so turned over that his head remained under the waves while the
-rest of his body was held horizontally on the surface of the current.
-Happily his coolness did not desert him in this crisis, so great was
-his confidence in the old sailor. The latter promptly let out two
-more coils of rope with a jerky movement, and Lochiel, employing one
-of those devices which are known to skillful swimmers, drew his heels
-suddenly up to his hips, thrust them out perpendicularly with all his
-strength, beat the water violently on one side with his hands, and so
-regained his balance. Then, thrusting forward his right shoulder to
-protect his breast from a shock which might be as fatal to himself as
-to Dumais, he was swept upon the island in a flash.
-
-Dumais, in spite of his apparent stupor, had lost nothing of what was
-passing. A ray of hope had struggled through his despair at sight of
-Lochiel's tremendous leap from the summit of the rock. Scarcely had
-the latter, indeed, reached the edge of the ice, where he clung with
-one hand while loosening with the other the coil of rope, than Dumais,
-dropping his hold on the cedar, took such a leap upon his one uninjured
-leg that he fell into Archie's very arms.
-
-The torrent at once rose upon the ice, which, borne down by the
-double weight, reared like an angry horse. The towering mass, pushed
-irresistibly by the torrent, fell upon the cedar, and the old tree,
-after a vain resistance, sank into the abyss, dragging with it in its
-fall a large portion of the domain over which it had held sway for
-centuries.
-
-Mighty was the shout that went up from both banks of South River--a
-shout of triumph from the more distant spectators, a heart-rending cry
-of anguish from those nearer the stage whereon this drama of life and
-death was playing itself out. Indeed, all had disappeared, as if the
-wand of a mighty enchanter had been waved over scene and actors. From
-bank to bank, in all its breadth, the cataract displayed nothing but a
-line of gigantic waves falling with a sound of thunder, and a curtain
-of pale foam waving to the summit of its crest.
-
-Jules D'Haberville had not recognized his friend till the moment when,
-for the second time, he plunged into the waves. Having often witnessed
-his exploits as a swimmer, and knowing his tremendous strength, Jules
-had manifested at first merely a bewildered astonishment; but when he
-saw his friend disappear beneath the torrent, he uttered such a mad cry
-as comes from the heart of a mother at sight of the mangled body of an
-only son. Wild with grief, he was on the point of springing into the
-river, when he felt himself imprisoned by the iron arms of José.
-
-Prayers, threats, cries of rage and despair, blows and bites--all were
-utterly wasted on the faithful José.
-
-"There, there, my dear Master Jules," said José, "strike me, bite me,
-if that's any comfort to you, but, for God's sake, be calm. You'll see
-your friend again all right enough; you know he dives like a porpoise,
-and one never knows when he is going to come up again when once he goes
-under water. Be calm, my dear little Master Jules, you wouldn't want
-to be the death of poor José, who loves you so, and who has so often
-carried you in his arms. Your father sent me to bring you from Quebec.
-I am answerable for you, body and soul, and it won't be my fault if I
-don't hand you over to him safe and sound. Otherwise, you see, Master
-Jules, why just a little bullet through old José's head! But, hold on,
-there's the captain hauling in on the rope with all his might, and you
-may be sure Master Archie is on the other end of it and lively as ever."
-
-It was as José said; Marcheterre and his companions, in furious haste,
-were running down the shore and by mighty armfuls dragging in the rope,
-at the end of which they felt a double burden.
-
-In another moment the weight was dragged ashore. It was all that they
-could do to set Lochiel free from the convulsive clasp of Dumais, who
-gave no other sign of life. Archie, on the other hand, when delivered
-from the embrace which was strangling him, vomited a few mouthfuls of
-water, breathed hoarsely, and exclaimed:
-
-"He is not dead; it is nothing more than a swoon; he was lively enough
-a minute ago."
-
-Dumais was carried in all haste to the manor house, where everything
-that the most loving care could suggest was done for him. At the end of
-a half-hour some drops of wholesome moisture gathered upon his brow,
-and a little later he reopened haggard eyes. After staring wildly
-around the room for a time, he at length fixed his regard upon the old
-priest. The latter placed his ear to Dumais's lips, and the first words
-he gathered were: "My wife! My children! Mr. Archie!"
-
-"Be at ease, my dear Dumais," said the old man. "Your wife has
-recovered from her swoon; but, as she believes you to be dead, I must
-be careful how I tell her of your deliverance, lest I kill her with
-joy. As soon as prudent I will bring her to you. Meanwhile, here is Mr.
-de Lochiel, to whom, through God, you owe your life."
-
-At the sight of his deliverer, whom he had not yet recognized among the
-attendants who crowded about him, a change came over the sick man. He
-embraced Archie, he pressed his lips to his cheek, and a flood of tears
-broke from his eyes.
-
-"How can I ever repay you," said he, "for all you have done for me, for
-my poor wife, and for my children?"
-
-"By getting well again as soon as possible," answered Lochiel gayly.
-"The seigneur has sent a messenger post-haste to Quebec to fetch the
-most skillful surgeon, and another to place relays of horses along the
-whole route, so that by midday to-morrow, at the latest, your leg will
-be so well set that within two months you will be able again to carry
-the musket against your old enemies the Iroquois."
-
-When the old priest entered the room whither they had taken his adopted
-daughter, the latter was sitting up in bed, holding her youngest child
-in her arms while the other slept at her feet. Pale as death, cold, and
-unresponsive to all that was said by Madame de Beaumont and the other
-women, she kept repeating incessantly: "My husband! my poor husband!
-I shall not even be allowed to kiss the dead body of my husband, the
-father of my children!"
-
-When she saw the old priest she stretched out her arms to him and
-cried: "Is it you, my father, you who have been so kind to me since
-childhood? Is it you who can have the heart to come and tell me all is
-over? No, I know your love too well; you can not bring such a message.
-Speak, I implore you, you whose lips can utter nothing but good!"
-
-"Your husband," said the old man, "will receive Christian burial."
-
-"He is dead, then," cried the unhappy woman; and for the first time she
-burst into tears.
-
-This was the reaction which the old priest looked for.
-
-"My daughter," said he, "but a moment ago you were praying as a
-peculiar favor that you might be permitted once more to embrace the
-body of your husband, and God has heard your petition. Trust in him,
-for the mighty hand which has plucked your husband out of the abyss is
-able also to give him back to life." The young woman answered with a
-fresh storm of sobs.
-
-"He is the same all-merciful God," went on the old priest, "who said to
-Lazarus in the tomb, 'Friend, I say unto you arise!' All hope is not
-yet lost, for your husband in his present state of suffering--"
-
-The poor woman, who had hitherto listened to her old friend without
-understanding him, seemed suddenly to awaken as from a horrible
-nightmare, and clasping her sleeping children in her arms she sprang to
-the door.
-
-On the meeting between Dumais and his family we will not intrude.
-
-"Now, let us go to supper," said the seigneur to his venerable friend.
-"We all need it, but more especially this heroic young man," added he,
-bringing Archie forward.
-
-"Gently, gently, my dear sir," said the old priest. "We have first
-a more pressing duty to fulfill. We have to thank God, who has so
-manifested his favor this night."
-
-All present fell on their knees; and the old priest in a short but
-touching prayer rendered thanks to Him who commands the sea in its
-fury, who holds His creatures in the hollow of His hand.
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER V.
-
-A SUPPER AT THE HOUSE OF A FRENCH-CANADIAN
-SEIGNEUR.
-
- Half-cut-down, a pasty costly made,
- Where quail and pigeon, lark and leveret, lay
- Like fossils of the rock, with golden yolks
- Imbedded and injellied.
-
-+Tennyson.+
-
-
-The table was spread in a low but spacious room, whose furniture,
-though not luxurious, lacked nothing of what an Englishman calls
-comfort.
-
-A thick woolen carpet, of Canadian manufacture and of a diamond
-pattern, covered the greater part of the dining-room floor. The bright
-woolen curtains, the backs of the mahogany sofa, ottomans, and chairs
-were embroidered with gigantic birds, such as it would have puzzled the
-most brilliant ornithologist to classify.
-
-A great sideboard, reaching almost to the ceiling, displayed on its
-many shelves a service of blue Marseilles china, of a thickness to defy
-the awkwardness of the servants. Over the lower part of this sideboard,
-which served the purpose of a cupboard and which might be called the
-ground floor of the structure, projected a shelf a foot and a half
-wide, on which stood a sort of tall narrow cabinet, whose drawers,
-lined with green cloth, held the silver spoons and forks. On this shelf
-also were some bottles of old wine, together with a great silver jar
-of water, for the use of those who cared to dilute their beverage.
-
-A pile of plates of the finest porcelain, two decanters of white wine,
-a couple of tarts, a dish of whipped cream, some delicate biscuits, a
-bowl of sweetmeats, on a little table near the sideboard covered with a
-white cloth, constituted the dessert. In one corner of the room stood
-a sort of barrel-shaped fountain of blue and white stone china, with
-faucet and basin, where the family might rinse their hands.
-
-In an opposite corner a great closet, containing square bottles filled
-with brandy, absinthe, _liqueurs_ of peach kernel, raspberry, black
-currant, anise, etc., for daily use, completed the furnishing of the
-room.
-
-The table was set for eight persons. A silver fork and spoon, wrapped
-in a napkin, were placed at the left of each plate, and a bottle of
-light wine at the right. There was not a knife on the table during the
-serving of the courses; each was already supplied with this useful
-instrument, which only the Orientals know how to do without. If the
-knife one affected was a clasp knife, it was carried in the pocket;
-if a sheath-knife, it was worn suspended from the neck in a case of
-morocco, of silk, or even of birch-bark artistically wrought by the
-Indians. The handles were usually of ivory riveted with silver; those
-for the use of ladies were of mother-of-pearl.
-
-To the right of each plate was a silver cup or goblet. These cups were
-of different forms and sizes, some being of simple pattern with or
-without hoops, some with handles, some in the form of a chalice, some
-worked in relief, and very many lined with gold.
-
-A servant, placing on a side-table the customary appetizers, namely,
-brandy for the men and sweet cordials for the women, came to announce
-that the supper was served. Eight persons sat down at the table--the
-Seigneur de Beaumont and his wife; their sister, Madame Descarrières;
-the old priest; Captain Marcheterre and his son Henri; and lastly
-Archie and Jules. The lady of the house gave the place of honor at
-her right to the priest, and the next place, at her left, to the old
-captain. The _menu_ opened with an excellent soup (soup was then _de
-rigueur_ for dinner and supper alike), followed by a cold pasty, called
-the Easter pasty, which, on account of its immense proportions, was
-served on a great tray covered with a napkin. This pasty, which would
-have aroused the envy of Brillat-Savarin, consisted of one turkey, two
-chickens, two partridges, two pigeons, the backs and thighs of two
-rabbits, all larded with slices of fat pork. The balls of force-meat
-on which rested, as on a thick, soft bed, these gastronomic riches,
-were made of two hams of that animal which the Jew despises, but which
-the Christian treats with more regard. Large onions scattered here
-and there and a liberal seasoning of the finest spices completed the
-appetizing marvel. But a very important point was the cooking, which
-was beset with difficulty; for should the gigantic structure be allowed
-to break, it would lose at least fifty per cent of its flavor. To guard
-against so lamentable a catastrophe, the lower crust, coming at least
-three inches up the sides, was not less than an inch thick. This crust
-itself, saturated with the juices of all the good things inside, was
-one of the best parts of this unique dish.
-
-Chickens and partridges roasted in slices of pork, pigs feet _à la
-Sainte-Ménéhould_, a hare stew, very different from that with which the
-Spanish landlord regaled the unhappy Gil Blas--these were among the
-other dishes which the seigneur set before his friends.
-
-For a time there was silence with great appetites; but when dessert was
-reached, the old sailor, who had been eating like a hungry wolf and
-drinking proportionately, and all the time managing to keep his eyes on
-Archie, was the first to break the silence.
-
-"It would seem, young man," said he facetiously, "that you are not
-much afraid of a cold in your head. It would seem, also, that you
-don't really need to breathe the air of heaven, and that, like your
-cousins the beaver and otter, you only put your nose out of water every
-half-hour, for form sake, and to see what's going on in the upper
-world. You are a good deal like a salmon--when one gives him line he
-knows how to profit by it. It's my opinion, however, that gudgeons like
-you are not found in every brook."
-
-"It was only your presence of mind, captain," said Archie, "your
-admirable judgment in letting out the exact quantity of rope, that
-prevented me smashing my head or my stomach on the ice; and but for
-you, poor Dumais, instead of being warm in bed would now be rolling
-under the St. Lawrence ice."
-
-"A nice joke," cried Marcheterre; "to hear him talk as if I had done
-the thing! It was very necessary to give you line when I saw that
-you threatened to stand on your head, which would have been a very
-uncomfortable position in those waves. I wish to the d--Beg pardon,
-your reverence, I was just going to swear; it is a habit with us
-sailors."
-
-"Nonsense," laughed the old priest, "you have been accustomed to it so
-long, you old sinner, that one more or less hardly matters; your record
-is full, and you no longer keep count of them."
-
-"When the tally-board is quite full, reverend father," said
-Marcheterre, "you shall just pass the plane over it, as you have done
-so often before, and we'll run up another score. Moreover, I am sure
-not to escape you, for you know so well when and where to hook me and
-drag me into a blessed harbor with the rest of the sinners."
-
-"You are too severe, sir," said Jules. "How could you wish to deprive
-our dear captain of the comfort of swearing a little, if only against
-his darky cook, who burns his fricassees as black as his own phiz?"
-
-"You hair-brained young scoundrel," cried the captain with a comical
-assumption of anger, "do you dare talk to me so after the trick you
-played me?"
-
-"I!" said Jules innocently, "I played you a trick? I am incapable of
-it, dear captain. You are slandering me cruelly."
-
-"Just listen to the young saint!" said Marcheterre. "I slandering him!
-No matter, let us drop the subject for a moment. 'Lay to' for a bit,
-boy; I shall know how to find you again soon. I was going to say,"
-continued the captain, "when his reverence tumbled my unfortunate
-exclamation to the bottom of the hold and shut the hatch down on it,
-that if out of curiosity, Mr. Archie, you had gone down to the foot of
-the fall, then, like your _confrère_ the salmon, you would probably
-have shown us the trick of swimming up it again."
-
-The spirit of mirth now ruled the conversation, and in repartee and
-witticism the company found relief from the intense emotions to which
-they had been subjected.
-
-"Fill your glasses! Attention, everybody," cried the Seigneur de
-Beaumont. "I am going to propose a health which will, I am very sure,
-be received with acclamation."
-
-"It is very easy for you to talk," said the old priest, whom they had
-honored especially by giving him a goblet richly carved, but holding
-nearly double what those of the other guests could contain. "I am over
-ninety, and I have no longer the hard head of a twenty-five year old."
-
-"Come, my old friend," said the seigneur, "you will not have far to go,
-for you must sleep here to-night. Moreover, if your legs should become
-unsteady, it will pass for the weakness of old age, and no one will be
-shocked."
-
-"You forget, seigneur," said the priest, laughing, "that I have
-accepted your kind invitation to help take care of poor Dumais
-to-night. I intend to sit up with him. If I take too much wine, what
-use do you think I could be to the poor fellow?"
-
-"Indeed, you shall go to bed," said the seigneur. "The master of the
-house decrees it. We will rouse you in case of need. Have no anxiety
-as to Dumais and his wife; their friend Mrs. Couture is with them. I
-am even sending home, after they have supped, a lot of their gossips
-and cronies, who wanted to be in the way all night and use up the fresh
-air which the sick man is so much in need of. We will all be up if
-necessary."
-
-"You argue so well," answered the priest, "that I must even do as you
-say," and he poured a fair quantity of wine into his formidable cup.
-
-Then the Seigneur de Beaumont said to Archie, with solemn emphasis:
-"What you have done is beyond all praise. I know not which is most
-admirable, the splendid spirit of self-sacrifice which moved you to
-risk your life for that of a stranger, or the courage and coolness
-which enabled you to succeed. You possess all the qualities most
-requisite to the career you are to follow. A soldier myself, I prophesy
-great success for you. Let us drink to the health of Mr. de Lochiel!"
-
-The toast was drunk with ardent enthusiasm.
-
-In returning thanks, Archie said modestly:
-
-"I am bewildered by so much praise for so simple a performance. I was
-probably the only one present who knew how to swim; for any one else
-would have done as I did. It is claimed that your Indian women throw
-their infants into the water and let them make the best of their way to
-shore; this teaches them to swim very early. I am tempted to believe
-that our mothers in the Scottish Highlands follow the same excellent
-custom. As long as I can remember I have been a swimmer."
-
-"At your fooling again, Mr. Archie," said the captain. "As for me, I
-have been a sailor these fifty years, and I have never yet learned how
-to swim. Not that I have never fallen into the water, but I have always
-had the good luck to catch hold of something. Failing that, I always
-kept my feet going, as cats and dogs do. Sooner or later some one
-always hauled me out; and here I am.
-
-"That reminds me of a little adventure which happened to me when I was
-a sailor. My ship was anchored by the banks of the Mississippi. It
-might have been about nine o'clock in the evening, after one of those
-suffocating days which one can experience only in the tropics. I had
-made my bed up in the bows of my ship, in order to enjoy the evening
-breezes. But for the mosquitoes, the sand flies, the black flies, and
-the infernal noise of the alligators, which had gathered, I think,
-from the utmost limits of the Father of Streams to give me a good
-serenading, a monarch of the East might have envied me my bed. I am not
-naturally timid, but I have an unconquerable horror of all kinds of
-reptiles, whether they crawl on land or wriggle in the water."
-
-"Captain, you have a refined and aristocratic taste which does you much
-honor," said Jules.
-
-"Do you dare to speak to me again, you disreputable," cried
-Marcheterre, shaking his great fist at him. I was about forgetting you,
-but your turn will come very soon. Meanwhile, I go on with my story.
-I was feeling very safe and comfortable on my mat, whence I could
-hear the hungry monsters snapping their jaws. I derided them, saying:
-'You would be delighted, my lambs, to make a meal off my carcass, but
-there's one little difficulty in the way of it; though you should have
-to fast all your lives through like hermits I would never be the one to
-break your fasting, for my conscience is too tender.'
-
-"I don't know exactly how the thing happened, but I ended by falling
-asleep, and when I awoke I was in the midst of these jolly companions.
-You could never imagine the horror that seized me, in spite of my
-customary coolness. I did not lose my presence of mind, however.
-While under water I remembered that there was a rope hanging from the
-bowsprit. As I came to the surface I had the good fortune to catch it.
-I was as active as a monkey in those days; but I did not escape without
-leaving as a keepsake in the throat of a very barbarous alligator one
-of my boots and a valued portion of the calf of my leg.
-
-"Now for your turn, you imp," continued the captain, turning to Jules.
-"I must get even with you, sooner or later, for the trick you played
-me. On my return from Martinique last year, I met monsieur one morning
-in Quebec Lower Town as he was on the point of crossing the river to
-return home for his vacation. After a perfect squall of embraces,
-from which I escaped with difficulty by sheering off to larboard, I
-commissioned him to tell my family of my arrival, and to say that I
-could not be at St. Thomas for several days. What did this young saint
-do? He went to my house at eight o'clock in the evening, shouting, like
-all possessed: 'Oh, joy! oh, rapture! Three cheers and a tiger!'
-
-"'My husband has come!' exclaimed Madame Marcheterre. 'Father has
-come!' cried my two daughters.
-
-"'Certainly,' said he; 'what else could I be making all this fuss
-about?'
-
-"Then he kissed my good wife--there was no great difficulty in that.
-He wanted to kiss the girls, too, but they boxed his ears and sheered
-off with all sails set. What does your reverence think of this for a
-beginning, to say nothing of what followed?"
-
-"Ah, Mr. Jules," cried the old priest, "these are nice things I am
-hearing about you. Queer conduct this for a pupil of the Jesuit
-fathers."
-
-"You see, Mr. Abbé," said Jules, "that all that was only a bit of fun
-to enable me to share the happiness of that estimable family. I knew
-too well the ferocious virtue, immovable as the Cape of Storms, of
-these daughters of the sea. I well knew that they would box my ears
-soundly and sheer off with all sails set."
-
-"I begin to believe that you are telling the truth, after all," said
-the old priest, "and that there were no evil designs on your part. I
-know my Jules pretty thoroughly."
-
-"Worse and more of it," said the captain. "Take his part, do; that's
-all he was wanting. But we'll see what you think when you hear the
-rest. When my young gentleman had finished his larking, he said to my
-wife: 'The captain told me to say he would be here to-morrow evening,
-in the neighborhood of ten o'clock, and that, as his business had
-prospered exceedingly (which, indeed, was all true), he wished that his
-friends should celebrate his good luck with him. He wished that there
-should be a ball and supper going on at his house when he arrived,
-which would be just as the guests were sitting down to table. Make
-ready, therefore, for this celebration, to which he has invited myself
-and my brother de Lochiel. This puts me out a little,' added the young
-hypocrite, 'for I am in a great hurry to get home, but for you ladies
-there is nothing that I would not do.'
-
-"'My husband does not consider that he is giving me too little time,'
-said Madame Marcheterre. 'We have no market here. My cook is very old
-to undertake so much in one day. The case is desperate, but to please
-him we must accomplish the impossible.'
-
-"'Perhaps I can be of some use to you,' said the hypocrite, pretending
-to sympathize with her. 'I will undertake with pleasure to send out the
-invitations.'
-
-"'My dear Jules,' said my wife, 'that would be the greatest help. You
-know our society. I give you _carte blanche_.'
-
-"My wife ran all over the parish to get provisions for the feast. She
-and the girls spent the greater part of the night helping the old cook
-make pastries, whipped creams, blanc-mange, biscuits, and a lot of
-sweet stuff that I wouldn't give for one steak of fresh codfish, such
-as one gets on the Banks of Newfoundland. Mr. Jules, for his part, did
-things up in style. That night he sent out two messengers, one to the
-northeast, the other to the southwest, carrying invitations; so that by
-six o'clock the next evening, thanks to his good management, my house
-was full of guests, who were whirling around like so many gulls, while
-I was anchored in Quebec, and poor madame, in spite of a frightful
-cold, was doing the honors of the house with the best grace possible.
-What do you think, gentlemen, of a trick like that; and what have you
-to say in your defense, you wolf in sheep's clothing?"
-
-"I wished," said Jules, "that everybody should share beforehand
-in the joy of the family over the good fortune of so dear and so
-generous a friend. Also, if you could have seen the regret and general
-consternation when, toward eleven o'clock, it was found necessary
-to sit down at table without waiting for you any longer, you would
-certainly have been moved to tears. The morrow, you will remember, was
-a fast day. As for your wife, she seems to be without the smallest idea
-of gratitude. Observing, a little before eleven, that she was in no
-hurry to bring on the supper, and that she was beginning to be anxious
-about her dear husband, I whispered a word in her ear, and for thanks
-she broke her fan over my back."
-
-Everybody, the captain himself included, burst out laughing.
-
-"How is it you never told us of this before, Marcheterre?" said the
-Seigneur de Beaumont.
-
-"It was hardly necessary," said the captain, "to publish it to the
-world that we had been tricked by this young rascal. Moreover, it would
-have been no particular satisfaction to us to inform you that you owed
-the entertainment to the munificence of Mr. Jules D'Haberville; we
-preferred to have the credit of it ourselves. I only tell it to you
-to-day because it is too good to keep any longer."
-
-"It seems to me, Mr. Diver," continued Marcheterre, addressing Archie,
-"that, in spite of your reserved and philosophical demeanor, you were
-an accomplice of Master Jules."
-
-"I give you my word," replied Lochiel, "that I knew nothing of it
-whatever. Not till the next day did Jules take me into his confidence,
-whereupon I gave him a good scolding."
-
-"You could hardly say much," said Jules, "after the rate at which
-you kicked round your great Scotch legs with great peril to the more
-civilized shins of your neighbors. You have doubtless forgotten that,
-since you were not content with French cotillons, such as are accepted
-among all civilized people, to please you we had to have Scotch reels.
-The music for these our fiddler picked up by ear in an instant. It was
-a very simple matter; he merely had to scrape his strings till they
-screeched as if a lot of cats were shut up in a bag and some one were
-pulling their tails."
-
-"Oh, you are a bad lot," said the captain; "but won't you come and take
-supper with us to-morrow, you and your friend, and make your peace with
-the family?"
-
-"That's the way to talk, now!" said Jules.
-
-"Listen to the irrepressible," retorted Marcheterre.
-
-As it was now very late, the party broke up, after drinking the health
-of the old sailor and his son and pronouncing the eulogies they
-deserved for the part they had played that night.
-
-The young men had to stay some days at St. Thomas. The flood continued.
-The roads were deluged. The nearest bridge, even supposing it had
-escaped the general disaster, was some leagues southwest of the
-village, and the rain came down in torrents. They were obliged to wait
-till the river should be clear of ice, so as to cross in a boat below
-the falls. They divided their time between the seigneur's family, their
-other friends, and poor Dumais, whom the seigneur would not permit to
-be moved. The sick man entertained them with stories of his fights
-against the English and their savage allies, and with accounts of the
-manners and customs of the aborigines.
-
-"Although I am a native of St. Thomas," said Dumais one day, "I was
-brought up in the parish of Sorel. When I was ten years old and my
-brother nine, while we were in the woods one day picking raspberries
-a party of Iroquois surprised and captured us. After a long march, we
-came to the place where their canoe was hidden among the brambles by
-the water's edge; and they took us to one of the islands of the St.
-Lawrence. My father and his three brothers, armed to the teeth, set out
-to rescue us. They were only four against ten; but I may say without
-boasting that my father and my uncles were not exactly the kind of men
-to be trifled with. They were tall, broad-chested fellows, with their
-shoulders well set back.
-
-"It might have been about ten o'clock in the evening. My brother and
-I, surrounded by our captors, were seated in a little clearing in the
-midst of thick woods, when we heard my father's voice shouting to
-us: 'Lie flat down on your stomachs.' I immediately seized my little
-brother around the neck and flattened him down to the ground with me.
-The Iroquois were hardly on their feet when four well-aimed shots rang
-out and four of the band fell squirming like eels. The rest of the
-vermin, not wishing, I suppose, to fire at hazard against the invisible
-enemies to whom they were serving as targets, started for the shelter
-of the trees; but our rescuers gave them no time. Falling upon them
-with the butts of their muskets, they beat down three at the first
-charge, and the others saved themselves by flight. Our mother almost
-died of joy when we were given back to her arms."
-
-In return, Lochiel told the poor fellow about the combats of the
-Scottish Highlanders, their manners and customs, and the semi-fabulous
-exploits of his hero, the great Wallace; while Jules amused him with
-the story of his practical jokes, or with such bits of history as he
-might appreciate.
-
-When the young men were bidding Dumais farewell, the latter said to
-Archie with tears in his eyes:
-
-"It is probable, sir, that I shall never see you again, but be sure
-that I will carry you ever in my heart, and will pray for you, I and
-my family, every day of our lives. It is painful for me to think that
-even should you return to New France, a poor man like me would have no
-means of displaying his gratitude."
-
-"Who knows," said Lochiel, "perhaps you will do more for me than I have
-done for you."
-
-Was the Highlander gifted with that second sight of which his
-fellow-countrymen are wont to boast? Let us judge from the sequel.
-
-On the 30th day of April, at ten o'clock in the morning, with weather
-magnificent but roads altogether execrable, our travelers bade farewell
-to their friends at St. Thomas. They had yet six leagues to go before
-arriving at St. Jean-Port-Joli, and the whole distance they had to
-travel afoot, cursing at the rain which had removed the last traces
-of ice and snow. In traversing the road across the plain of Cape St.
-Ignace it was even worse. They sank to their knees, and their horse was
-mired to the belly and had to be dug out. Jules, the most impatient of
-the three, kept grumbling:
-
-"If I had had anything to do with the weather we would never have had
-this devil of a rain which has turned all the roads into bogholes."
-
-Perceiving that José shook his head whenever he heard this remark, he
-asked him what he meant.
-
-"Oh, Master Jules," said José, "I am only a poor ignorant fellow, but I
-can't help thinking that if you had charge of the weather we shouldn't
-be much better off. Take the case of what happened to Davy Larouche."
-
-"When we get across this cursed boghole," said Jules, "you shall tell
-us the story of Davy Larouche. Oh, that I had the legs of a heron, like
-this haughty Scotchman who strides before us whistling a pibroch just
-fit for these roads."
-
-"What would you give," said Archie, "to exchange your diminutive
-French legs for those of the haughty Highlander?"
-
-"Keep your legs," retorted Jules, "for when you have to run away from
-the enemy."
-
-Once well across the meadow, the young men asked José for his story.
-
-"I must tell you," said the latter, "that a fellow named Davy Larouche
-once lived in the parish of St. Roch. He was a good enough provider,
-neither very rich nor very poor. I used to think that the dear fellow
-was not quite sharp enough, which prevented him making great headway in
-the world.
-
-"It happened that one morning Davy got up earlier than usual, put
-through his chores in the stable, returned to the house, fixed his
-whiskers as if it were Sunday, and got himself up in his best clothes.
-
-"'Where are you going, my good man?' asked his wife. 'What a swell you
-are! Are you going to see the girls?'
-
-"You must understand that this was a joke of hers; she knew that her
-husband was bashful with women, and not at all inclined to run after
-them. As for La Thèque herself, she was the most facetious little body
-on the whole south side, inheriting it from her old Uncle Bernuchon
-Castonguay. She often used to say, pointing to her husband, 'You see
-that great fool yonder?' Certainly not a very polite way to speak of
-her husband. 'Well, he would never have had the pluck to ask me in
-marriage, though I was the prettiest girl in the parish, if I had not
-met him more than half-way. Yet, how his eyes used to shine whenever
-he saw me! I took pity on him, because he wasn't making much progress.
-To be sure, I was even more anxious about it than he; he had four good
-acres of land to his name, while I had nothing but this fair body of
-mine.'
-
-"She was lying a little to be sure, the puss," added José. "She had a
-cow, a yearling bull, six sheep, her spinning-wheel, a box so full of
-clothes that you had to kneel on it to shut it, and in the box fifty
-silver francs.
-
-"'I took pity on him one evening,' said she, 'when he called at our
-house and sat in the corner without even daring to speak to me. "I know
-you are in love with me, you great simpleton," said I. "Go and speak
-to my father, who is waiting for you in the next room, and you can get
-the banns published next Sunday." Moreover, since he sat there without
-budging and as red as a turkey-cock, I took him by the shoulders and
-pushed him into the other room. My father opened a closet and brought
-out a flask of brandy to encourage him. Well, in spite of all these
-hints, he had to get three drinks into his body before he found his
-tongue.'
-
-"Well, as I was saying," continued José, "La Thèque said to her
-husband: 'Are you going to see the girls, my man? Look out for
-yourself! If you get off any pranks I will let you into the soup.'
-
-"'You know very well I'm not,' said Larouche laughingly, and flicking
-her on the back with his whip. 'Here we are at the end of March, my
-grain is all thrashed out, and I'm going to carry my tithes to the
-priest.'
-
-"'That's right, my man,' said his wife, who was a good Christian; 'we
-must render back to God a share of what he has just given us.'
-
-"Larouche then threw his sacks upon the sled, lit his pipe with a hot
-coal, sprang aboard, and set off in high spirits.
-
-"As he was passing a bit of woods he met a traveler, who approached by
-a side path.
-
-"This stranger was a tall, handsome man of about thirty. Long fair hair
-fell about his shoulders, his blue eyes were as sweet as an angel's,
-and his countenance wore a sort of tender sadness. His dress was a
-long blue robe tied at the waist. Larouche said he had never seen any
-one so beautiful as this stranger, and that the loveliest woman was
-ugly in comparison.
-
-"'Peace be with you, my brother,' said the traveler.
-
-"'I thank you for your good wishes,' answered Davy; 'a good word burns
-nobody's mouth. But that is something I don't particularly need. I am
-at peace, thank God, with everybody. I have an excellent wife, good
-children, we get on well together, all my neighbors love me. I have
-nothing to desire in the way of peace.'
-
-"'I congratulate you,' said the traveler. 'Your sled is well loaded;
-where are you going this morning?'
-
-"'It is my tithes which I am taking to the priest.'
-
-"'It would seem, then,' said the stranger, 'that you have had a good
-harvest, reckoning one measure of tithes to every twenty-six measures
-of clean grain.'
-
-"'Good enough, I confess; but if I had had the weather just to my fancy
-it would have been something very much better.'
-
-"'You think so,' said the traveler.
-
-"'No manner of doubt of it,' answered Davy.
-
-"'Very well,' said the stranger; 'now you shall have just what weather
-you wish, and much good may it do you.'
-
-"Having spoken thus, he disappeared around the foot of a little hill.
-
-"'That's queer now,' thought Davy. 'I know very well that there are
-wicked people who go about the world putting spells on men, women,
-children, or animals. Take the case of the woman, Lestin Coulombe,
-who, on the very day of her wedding, made fun of a certain beggar who
-squinted in his left eye. She had good cause to regret it, poor thing;
-for he said to her angrily: "Take care, young woman, that your own
-children don't turn out cross-eyed." She trembled, poor creature, for
-every child she brought into the world, and not without good cause; for
-the fourteenth, when looked at closely, showed a blemish on its right
-eye.'"
-
-"It seems to me," said Jules, "that Madame Lestin must have had a
-mighty dread of cross-eyed children if she could not be content to
-present her dear husband with one even after twenty years of married
-life. Evidently she was a thoughtful and easy-going woman, who took her
-time about whatever she was going to do."
-
-José shook his head with a dubious air and continued:
-
-"'Well,' thought Larouche to himself, 'though bad folk go about
-the country putting spells on people, I have never heard of saints
-wandering around Canada to work miracles. After all, it is no business
-of mine. I won't say a word about it, and we'll see next spring.'
-
-"About that time the next year Davy, very much ashamed of himself, got
-up secretly, long before daylight, to take his tithes to the priest.
-He had no need of horse or sleigh. He carried the whole thing in his
-handkerchief.
-
-"As the sun was rising he once more met the stranger, who said to him:
-
-"'Peace be with you, my brother!'
-
-"'Never was wish more appropriate,' answered Larouche, 'for I believe
-the devil himself has got into my house, and is kicking up his pranks
-there day and night. My wife scolds me to death from morn till eve, my
-children sulk when they are not doing worse, and all my neighbors are
-set against me.'
-
-"'I am very sorry to hear it,' said the traveler, 'but what are you
-carrying in that little parcel?'
-
-"'My tithes,' answered Larouche, with an air of chagrin.
-
-"'It seems to me, however,' said the stranger, 'that you have been
-having just the weather you asked for.'
-
-"'I acknowledge it,' said Davy. 'When I asked for sunshine, I had it;
-when I wanted rain, wind, calm weather, I got them; yet nothing has
-succeeded with me. The sun burned up the grain, the rain caused it
-to rot, the wind beat it down, the calm brought the night frosts. My
-neighbors are all bitter against me; they regard me as a sorcerer, who
-has brought a curse on their harvests. My wife began by distrusting me,
-and has ended by heaping me with reproaches. In a word, it is enough to
-drive one crazy.'
-
-"'Which proves to you, my brother,' said the traveler, 'that your wish
-was a foolish one; that one must always trust to the providence of God,
-who knows what is good for man better than man can know it for himself.
-Put your trust in him, and you will not have to endure the humiliation
-of having to carry your tithes in a handkerchief.'
-
-"With these words, the stranger again disappeared around the hill.
-
-"Larouche took the hint, and thenceforth acknowledged God's providence,
-without wishing to meddle with the weather."
-
-As José brought his tale to an end, Archie said: "I like exceedingly
-the simplicity of this legend. It has a lofty moral, and at the same
-time it displays the vivid faith of the _habitants_ of New France.
-Shame on the heartless philosopher who would deprive them of that
-whence they derive so many a consolation in the trials of life!
-
-"It must be confessed," continued Archie later, when they were at a
-little distance from the sleigh, "that our friend José has always an
-appropriate story ready; but do you believe that his father really told
-him that marvelous dream that was dreamed on the hillsides of St.
-Michel?"
-
-"I perceive," said Jules, "that you do not yet know José's talents; he
-is an inexhaustible _raconteur_. The neighbors gather in our kitchen on
-the long winter evenings, and José spins them a story which often goes
-on for weeks. When he feels his imagination beginning to flag he breaks
-off, and says: 'I'm getting tired; I'll tell you the rest another day.'
-
-"José is also a much more highly esteemed poet than my learned uncle
-the chevalier, who prides himself on his skill in verse. He never fails
-to sacrifice to the Muses either on flesh days or on New Year's Day. If
-you were at my father's house at such times, you would see messengers
-arrive from all parts of the parish in quest of José's compositions."
-
-"But he does not know how to write," said Archie.
-
-"No more do his audience know how to read," replied Jules. "This is how
-they work it. They send to the poet a good chanter (_chanteux_), as
-they call him, who has a prodigious memory; and, presto! inside of half
-an hour said chanter has the whole poem in his head. For any sorrowful
-occasion José is asked to compose a lament; and if it be an occasion of
-mirth he is certain to be in demand. That reminds me of what happened
-to a poor devil of a lover who had taken his sweetheart to a ball
-without being invited. Although unexpected, they were received with
-politeness, but the young man was so awkward as to trip the daughter of
-the house while dancing, which raised a shout of laughter from all the
-company. The young girl's father, being a rough fellow and very angry
-at the accident, took poor José Blais by the shoulders and put him out
-of the house. Then he made all manner of excuses to the poor girl whose
-lover had been so unceremoniously dismissed, and would not permit her
-to leave. On hearing of this, our friend José yonder was seized with an
-inspiration, and improvised the following naïve bit of verse:
-
- "A party after vespers at the house of old Boulé;
- But the lads that couldn't dance were asked to stay away:
- Mon ton ton de ritaine, mon ton ton de rité.
-
- "The lads that couldn't dance were asked to stay away,
- But his heart was set on going, was the heart of José Blai:
- Mon ton ton, etc.
-
- "His heart was set on going, was the heart of José Blai.
- 'Get done your chores,' said his mistress, 'and I will not say you
- nay':
- Mon ton ton, etc.
-
- "'Get done your chores,' said his mistress, 'and I will not say you
- nay':
- So he hurried out to the barn to give the cows their hay:
- Mon ton ton, etc.
-
- "He hurried out to the barn to give the cows their hay.
- He rapped Rougett' on the nose, and on the ribs Barré:
- Mon ton ton, etc.
-
- "He rapped Rougett' on the nose, and on the ribs Barré,
- And then rubbed down the horses in the quickest kind of way:
- Mon ton ton, etc.
-
- "He rubbed down the horses in the quickest kind of way;
- Then dressed him in his vest of red and coat of blue and gray:
- Mon ton ton, etc.
-
- "He dressed him in his vest of red and coat of blue and gray,
- And black cravat, and shoes for which he had to pay:
- Mon ton ton, etc.
-
- "His black cravat, and shoes for which he had to pay;
- And he took his dear Lizett', so proud of his display:
- Mon ton ton, etc.
-
- "He took his dear Lizett', so proud of his display;
- But they kicked him out to learn to dance, and call another day:
- Mon ton ton, etc.
-
- "They kicked him out to learn to dance, and call another day;
- But they kept his dear Lizett', his pretty _fiancée_:
- Mon ton ton de ritaine, mon ton ton de rité."
-
-"Why, it is a charming little idyl!" cried Archie, laughing. "What a
-pity José had not an education! Canada would possess one poet the more."
-
-"But to return to the experiences of his late father," said Jules,
-"I believe that the old drunkard, after having dared La Corriveau
-(a thing which the _habitants_ consider very foolhardy, as the dead
-are sure to avenge themselves, sooner or later)--I believe the old
-drunkard fell asleep in the ditch just opposite Isle d'Orléans, where
-the _habitants_ traveling by night always think they see witches; I
-believe also that he suffered a terrible nightmare, during which he
-thought himself attacked by the goblins of the island on the one hand
-and by La Corriveau on the other. José's vivid imagination has supplied
-the rest, for you see how he turns everything to account--the pictures
-in your natural history, for instance, and the Cyclopes in my uncle's
-illustrated Virgil, of which his dear late father had doubtless never
-heard a word. Poor José! How sorry I am for the way I abused him the
-other day. I knew nothing of it until the day following, for I had
-entirely lost my senses on seeing you disappear in the flood. I begged
-his pardon very humbly, and he answered: 'What! are you still thinking
-about that trifle? Why, I look back upon it with pleasure now all the
-racket is over. It made me even feel young again, reminding me of your
-furies when you were a youngster--when you would scratch and bite like
-a little wild cat, and when I would carry you off in my arms to save
-you from the punishment of your parents. How you used to cry! And then,
-when your anger was over, you would bring me your playthings to console
-me."
-
-"Faithful José! what unswerving attachment to our family through every
-trial! Men with hearts as dry as tinder often look with scorn on such
-people as José, though possessed of none of their virtues. A noble
-heart is the best gift of God to man."
-
-As our travelers drew near the manor house of St. Jean-Port-Joli, whose
-roof they could see under the starlight, the conversation of Jules
-D'Haberville, ordinarily so frivolous and mocking, grew more and more
-thoughtful and sincere.
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER VI.
-
-D'HABERVILLE MANOR HOUSE.
-
-Je bénis le soleil, je bénis la lune et les astres qui étoilent le ciel. Je
-bénis aussi les petits oiseaux qui gazouillent dans l'air.
-
-+Henri Heine.+
-
-
-+D'Haberville Manor House+ was situated at the foot of a bluff which
-covered about nine acres of the seigniory, on the south side of the
-highway. This bluff was about a hundred feet high and very picturesque.
-Its summit was clothed with pines and firs, whose perpetual green
-formed a cheerful contrast with the desolation of the winter landscape.
-Jules D'Haberville used to compare these trees, triumphing on their
-height and flaunting their fadeless green in the face of the harshest
-seasons, to the mighty ones of the earth whose strength and happiness
-are beyond the reach of vicissitude, however much the poor may shiver
-at their feet.
-
-One might well believe that the brush of a Claude Lorraine had
-exercised itself in adorning the flanks and base of this hill, so
-endless was the variety of the trees which had gathered thither from
-all the neighboring woodlands. Elm, maple, birch, and beech, red
-thorn, cherry, ash, and cedar, sumach, and all the other native trees
-which are the glory of our forests, combined to throw a cloak of all
-imaginable greens over the rugged outlines of the bluff.
-
-A wood of ancient maples covered the space between the foot of the
-bluff and the highway, which was bordered with hedges of hazel and
-cinnamon rose.
-
-The first object to attract the eye on approaching the manor house was
-a brook, which, falling through the trees in a succession of foamy
-cascades down the southwest slope of the hill, mingled its clear
-current with that of a fountain which burst forth some distance below.
-After winding and loitering through a breadth of meadow country, the
-wedded streams slipped reluctantly into the St. Lawrence.
-
-The spring, bubbling from the very heart of the hill into a basin cut
-from the living rock, preserves its icy coolness, its crystal purity,
-through the fiercest heats of summer. It was inclosed in those days
-in a little white-washed pavilion, thick shaded by a group of ancient
-trees. The seats arranged within and without this cool retreat, the
-cone-shaped drinking-cups of birch bark hanging on the wall, served as
-so many invitations from the nymph of the fount to wayfarers oppressed
-by the dog-star.
-
-Fresh as of old, to this day the hill-top keeps its crown of emerald,
-the slope preserves its varied verdure; but of the ancient grove there
-remain but five gnarled maples. These trees, decaying little by little
-beneath the touch of time, like the closing years of the master of the
-domain, appear almost like a visible and ceaseless prophecy that his
-life will fade out with that of the last veteran of the grove. When
-the last log shall have been consumed in warming the old man's frozen
-limbs, its ashes will mingle with his own--a grim admonition, like that
-of the priest on Ash Wednesday: "Memento, homo, quia pulvis es, ut in
-pulverem reverteris."
-
-The manor house, situated between the river St. Lawrence and the
-bluff, was divided from the water only by the highway, the grove, and
-a spacious yard. It was a one-storied structure with high gables,
-about a hundred feet long, with two wings of fifty feet. A bake-house,
-built into the northeast corner of the kitchen, served also the purpose
-of a laundry. A small attachment, adjoining the great drawing-room on
-the southwest, gave symmetry to the proportions of this piece of early
-Canadian architecture.
-
-Two other small buildings at the southeast served, the one for a dairy,
-the other for a second wash-house. This wash-house stood over a well,
-which was connected by a long trough with the kitchen of the main
-building. Coach-houses, barns, stables, five small sheds (three of them
-standing in the grove), a kitchen garden to the southwest of the manor
-house, two orchards on the north and northeast, respectively--all these
-went to make up the establishment of one of the old French Canadian
-seigneurs. The _habitants_ called the establishment "le village
-D'Haberville."
-
-Sitting on the crest of the bluff, it mattered little in what direction
-one allowed his gaze to wander. Immediately below the little village,
-dazzlingly white, appeared to spring from the green bosom of the
-meadows. On all sides a panorama of splendid magnificence unrolled
-itself. There was the sovereign of streams, already seven leagues in
-width, confined on the north by the ancient barrier of Laurentians,
-whose feet it washes, and whose peopled slopes are in view from Cape
-Tourmente to Malbaie; yonder, to the west, _Ile aux Oies_ and _Ile
-aux Grues_; right in front, the Piliers Islands, one of which is as
-arid as the Ægean rock of Circe, the other always green, like the
-Ogygian paradise of Calypso; northward, the reefs and shoals of the
-Loups-Marins, so dear to Canadian hunters; and, lastly, the hamlets of
-l'Islet and St. Jean-Port-Joli, crowned with their gleaming spires.
-
-It was nearly nine in the evening when the young men arrived on the
-slope overlooking the manor. At the first glimpse of the scene which
-recalled the happiest days of his existence, Jules paused and exclaimed:
-
-"Never have I approached this home of my ancestors without being
-deeply impressed. Let them boast as they will the scenes of beauty or
-sublimity which abound in our fair Canada, among them all there is but
-one for me, this spot where I was born, where I passed my childhood
-under such tender cherishing! I used to think the days too short for my
-childish sports. I rose at dawn, I dressed in haste, my thirst for my
-enjoyments was feverish and unfailing.
-
-"I love everything about us. I love the moon which you see climbing
-over the wooded crest of the bluff; nowhere else does she appear to me
-so beautiful. I love yonder brook which used to turn my little water
-mills. I love the fountain which refreshed me in the August heats.
-
-"Yonder my mother used to sit," continued Jules, pointing out a mossy
-rock in the shadow of two great beeches. "Thither I used to bring her
-in my little silver cup the ice-cool water from the spring. Ah! how
-often this tender mother, watching by my pillow, or awakened suddenly
-by my cries, brought me that same cup filled with sweet milk! And to
-think that I must leave all this--perhaps forever! O mother, mother!"
-
-Jules burst into tears.
-
-Lochiel, much moved, grasped his friend's hand and answered:
-
-"You will come back again, my brother. You will come back, bringing
-glory and good fortune to your family."
-
-"Thank you, dear old boy," said Jules, "but let us hurry on. The
-greetings of my parents will soon scatter this little cloud."
-
-Archie, who had never before visited the country in spring-time, wished
-to know the meaning of those white objects which he saw at the dusky
-foot of every maple.
-
-"Those are the three-cornered spouts," said Jules, "which catch the sap
-for making sugar. The sugar-maker cuts a notch in the tree and right
-beneath it he drives in one of these affairs."
-
-"One might almost say," replied Archie, "that these trees were vast
-water-pipes, with their funnels ready to supply a crowded city."
-
-He was interrupted by the barking of a great dog, which came running to
-meet them.
-
-"Niger! Niger!" shouted Jules. At the sound of the well-loved voice the
-dog paused, then ran up and snuffed at his master to assure himself of
-his identity. He returned Jules's caresses with a howling half joyous,
-half plaintive, which expressed his love as well as words could have
-done.
-
-"Ah, poor Niger," said Jules, "I understand your language perfectly. It
-is half a reproach to me for having stayed away from you so long, and
-it is half delight at seeing me again, with forgiveness of my neglect.
-Poor Niger, when I come again after my long, long journey, you will
-not even have the happiness that was granted to the faithful hound of
-Ulysses, of dying at your master's feet."
-
-The reader is doubtless ready by this time to make the acquaintance of
-the D'Haberville family. Let me introduce them according to their rank
-in the domestic hierarchy:
-
-The Seigneur D'Haberville was scarcely forty-five years old, but the
-toils of war had so told on his constitution that he looked a good ten
-years older. His duties as captain in the Colonial Marine kept him
-constantly under arms. The ceaseless forest warfare, with no shelter,
-according to the stern Canadian custom, except the vault of heaven,
-the expeditions of reconnoissance or surprise against the Iroquois
-or against the English settlements, carried on during the severest
-weather, produced their speedy effect on the strongest frames.
-
-Captain D'Haberville might fairly have been called handsome. A little
-below the medium height, his regular features, his vivid complexion,
-his great black eyes which softened at will but whose intensity when
-aroused few men could face, the simple elegance of his manners, all
-combined to give him an air of extreme distinction. A severe critic
-might perhaps have found fault with the great length and thickness of
-his black eyebrows.
-
-As to character, the Seigneur D'Haberville was possessed of all those
-qualities which distinguished the early Canadians of noble birth. It
-is true, on the other hand, that he might fairly have been charged
-with vindictiveness. An injury, real or supposed, he found it hard to
-forgive.
-
-Madame D'Haberville, a devout and gentle woman of thirty-six, was
-endowed with that mature beauty which men often prefer to the freshness
-of youth. Blonde and of medium height, her countenance was of an
-angelic sweetness. Her sole object seemed to be the happiness of those
-about her. The _habitants_, in their simple way, used to call her "the
-perfect lady."
-
-Mademoiselle Blanche D'Haberville, younger than her brother Jules, was
-the image of her mother, but of a somewhat graver temperament. Wise
-beyond her years, she had a great influence over her brother, whose
-outbursts she often checked with one imploring glance. While apparently
-absorbed in her own thoughts, the girl was capable, on occasion, of
-acting with energy and effect.
-
-Madame Louise de Beaumont, younger sister of Madame D'Haberville, had
-lived with her ever since her marriage. Though rich and independent,
-she was altogether devoted to her sister's family. Sharing their
-happiness, she was equally ready to share, should need arise, the
-utmost that adversity could bring upon them.
-
-Lieutenant Raoul D'Haberville, or rather the Chevalier D'Haberville,
-whom everybody called Uncle Raoul, was a younger brother of the captain
-by two years. He looked fully ten years his senior. A little man was
-Uncle Raoul, almost as broad as he was long, and walking with the
-assistance of a stick; he would have been remarkably ugly even if the
-small-pox could have been induced to spare his countenance. It is hard
-to say how he came by his nickname. One may say of a man, he has a
-paternal air, he is _un petit père_; but one accuses nobody of having
-an avuncular appearance. For all that, Lieutenant D'Haberville was
-everybody's uncle. Even his soldiers, unknown to him, used to call
-him Uncle Raoul. In like manner, to compare great things with small,
-Napoleon was to the grumblers merely "the little corporal."
-
-Uncle Raoul was the _littérateur_ of the D'Haberville family, and,
-therefore, something of a pedant, like almost all men who live in daily
-contact with people less learned than themselves. Uncle Raoul was the
-best fellow in the world when he had his own way; but he had one little
-defect. He held the profound conviction that he was always right, which
-made him very bad tempered with any who might dare to differ with him.
-
-Uncle Raoul prided himself on his knowledge of Latin, fragments of
-which language he was wont to launch freely at the heads of cultured
-and ignorant alike. Endless were his discussions with the curé over
-some line of Horace, Ovid, or Virgil, who were his favorite authors.
-The curé, who was of a mild and peaceable humor, almost always grew
-weary of the contest and gave way before his fiery opponent. But Uncle
-Raoul also prided himself on being a profound theologian, which was the
-cause of much embarrassment to the poor curé. The latter was deeply
-concerned for the soul of his friend, who had been in his youth a
-rather risky subject, and whom he had had great difficulty in leading
-into better courses. He found it necessary, however, sometimes to give
-way on points not absolutely essential to the safety of Uncle Raoul's
-soul. When points were attacked which he durst not yield he was wont to
-call in the aid of Blanche, whom her uncle idolized.
-
-"Dear uncle," she would say to him with a caress, "are you not already
-learned enough without encroaching on the field of our good pastor?
-You are victorious on all the other points under discussion," she
-would add, with a sly glance at the curé; "be generous, then, and
-suffer yourself to be convinced on those points which are the especial
-province of God's ministers."
-
-Thereupon, as Uncle Raoul argued simply for the pleasure of argument, a
-peace would be concluded between the disputants.
-
-Uncle Raoul was by no means the least important personage at
-D'Haberville manor. Since his retirement from the army, the captain,
-whom military service kept much away from home, left the management
-of affairs entirely in his hands. His occupations were very numerous.
-He kept account of the receipts and expenditures of the family; he
-collected the rents of the seigniory; he managed the farm; he betook
-himself every Sunday, rain or shine, to mass to receive the Easter
-water in the seigneur's absence; and, among other minor duties which
-devolved upon him, he presented for baptism all the first-born children
-of the tenants of the estate--an honor which belonged to his elder
-brother, but of which the latter had freed himself in favor of Raoul.
-
-A little incident may be cited to show Uncle Raoul's importance. Let us
-imagine ourselves in the month of November, when the seigneurial rents
-fall due. Uncle Raoul, with a long quill pen behind his ear, sits in
-a great armchair as on a throne. Beside him is a table covered with
-green cloth, and on this table rests his sword. As the tenant appears,
-he assumes an expression of severity, which does not greatly alarm the
-debtor, for the Seigneur D'Haberville is an indulgent landlord, and his
-tenants pay when they please.
-
-But Uncle Raoul is more deeply concerned for the form than for the
-substance; the appearance of power pleases him even as power itself. He
-will have everything done with due ceremony.
-
-"How do you do, my--my--lieutenant?" says the _censitaire_, accustomed
-to call him uncle behind his back.
-
-"Very well. And thyself? What wilt thou?" replies Uncle Raoul, with an
-air of great importance.
-
-"I have come to pay the rent, my--my lieutenant; but the times are
-so hard that I have no money," says Jean Baptiste, ducking his head
-penitently.
-
-"_Nescio vos!_" exclaims Uncle Raoul in a sonorous voice; "_reddite quæ
-sunt Cæsaris Cæsari_."
-
-"That's fine what you say, my--my captain, so fine that I can't
-understand it at all," murmurs the _censitaire_.
-
-"It's Latin, blockhead!" exclaims Uncle Raoul, "and this Latin means,
-pay your lawful rents to the Seigneur D'Haberville, on pain of being
-taken before the King's courts and of being condemned in first and
-second instance to pay all expense, damages, claims, and costs."
-
-"It would go hard with me," murmurs the _censitaire_.
-
-"Heavens, you may well say so!" exclaims Uncle Raoul, raising his eyes
-to the ceiling.
-
-"I know very well my--my seigneur, that your Latin threatens me with
-all these punishments; but I had the misfortune to lose my filly of
-last spring."
-
-"What, you rascal! On account of having lost a wretched brute of six
-months old you wish to evade the seigneurial claims, which have been
-established by your sovereign on a foundation as enduring as yonder
-mountains. _Quos ego ...!_"
-
-"I believe," murmurs the _habitant_ to himself, "that he is speaking
-Indian to frighten me."
-
-Then he adds aloud: "You see, my filly, according to what all the best
-judges declared, would have been in four years' time the best trotter
-on all the south shore, and worth a hundred francs if a penny."
-
-"Oh, to the devil with you!" replied Uncle Raoul. "Go and tell Lisette
-to give you a good drink of brandy, to console you for the loss of your
-filly. These scoundrels," adds Uncle Raoul, "drink more of our brandy
-than their rents will ever pay for."
-
-The _habitant_, going into the kitchen, remarks to Lisette with a
-chuckle: "I've had a bad job with Uncle Raoul; he even threatened to
-haul me up before the courts."
-
-As Uncle Raoul was very devout after his fashion, he failed not to
-tell his beads and read his primer daily. In singular contrast with
-this devotion, however, his leisure moments were occupied in cursing,
-with an edifying fervor, his enemies the English, who had broken a leg
-for him at the capture of Louisburg. It was this accident which had
-compelled him to relinquish the life of a soldier.
-
-When the young men arrived before the manor-house, they were
-astonished at the sight that met their eyes. Not only were all the
-rooms lit up, but also some of the out-buildings. There was an
-unaccustomed stir, a strange hurrying to and fro. As the whole yard
-was illuminated by the blaze of lights, they could distinguish six men
-armed with guns and axes and seated on a log.
-
-"I perceive," remarked Archie, "that the lord of the manor has called
-out his guard to give us a fitting reception, just as I predicted."
-
-José, who did not understand this sort of chaffing, shifted his pipe
-from one corner of his mouth to the other, muttered something between
-his teeth, and began to smoke fiercely.
-
-"I can not tell why my father's guards, as you do them the honor to
-call them, are under arms," answered Jules, laughing, "unless it is
-that they are expecting an attack from our friends the Iroquois. But,
-come on, we'll soon solve the problem."
-
-As they entered the yard the six men rose simultaneously and came
-forward to welcome their young master and his friend.
-
-"What, you here!" exclaimed Jules, grasping their hands cordially;
-"you, Father Chouinard! you, Julien! and Alexis Dubé, and Father
-Tontaine, and François Maurice, the incorrigible! Why, I thought the
-parish would have taken advantage of my absence to rise as one man
-and chuck you into the St. Lawrence, as a proper punishment for the
-infernal tricks you play on peaceable people."
-
-"Our young seigneur," said Maurice, "always has his joke ready; but,
-if they were to drown all those who put other folk into a rage, I know
-some one who would have got his deserts long ago."
-
-"You think so!" said Jules, laughing. "Perhaps that all comes from the
-bad milk on which I was nursed. Remember that it was at the breast of
-your own dear mother I was nourished. But, to change the subject, what
-in the mischief are you all doing here at this hour? Are you gaping at
-the stars and moon?"
-
-"There are twelve of us," said Father Chouinard. "We are taking turns
-in guarding the May-pole which we are going to present to your honored
-father to-morrow. Six are in the house, having a good time, while we
-are taking the first watch."
-
-"I should have thought that the May-pole might safely have been left to
-guard itself," said Jules. "I don't think there is anybody crazy enough
-to get out of his warm bed for the pleasure of breaking his back in
-dragging away this venerable timber, at least while there are May-poles
-on all sides to be had for the cutting."
-
-"You are off there, young master," answered Chouinard. "You see there
-are always some folks jealous because they have not been invited to the
-May-feast. It was only last year some scoundrels who had been invited
-to stay at home had the audacity to saw up, during the night, the
-May-pole which the folks of Ste. Anne were going to present to Captain
-Besse. Think of the poor peoples' feelings when they gathered in the
-morning and saw that their fine tree was nothing more nor less than so
-much firewood!"
-
-Jules burst out laughing at a trick which he could so well appreciate.
-
-"Laugh as much as you like," said Father Tontaine, "but t'ain't hardly
-Christian to put up tricks like that. You understand," he added
-seriously, "we don't think no such trick is going to be played on our
-good master; but there be always some rascals everywhere, so we're
-taking our precautions."
-
-"I am a poor man," interposed Alexis Dubé, "but not for all I own
-would I see such an insult put on our captain."
-
-The others spoke to the same effect, but Jules was already in the arms
-of his family, while the worthy _habitants_ went on muttering their
-imprecations against the imaginary, though improbable, wretches who
-would have the hardihood to cut up the good fir log which they were
-going to present to their seigneur on the morrow. It may be suspected
-that the liberal cups and ample supper of May-day eve, together with
-the sure anticipation of a toothsome breakfast, were not without their
-effect on the zeal of the honest _habitants_.
-
-"Come," said Jules to his friend after supper, "let us go and see
-the preparations for the May-day feast. As neither of us has had the
-advantage of being present at those famous nuptials of the opulent
-Gamache, which so ravished the heart of Sancho Panza, the present
-occasion may give us some faint idea of that entertainment."
-
-In the kitchen all was bustle and confusion. The laughing shrill voices
-of the women were mixed with those of the six men off guard, who were
-occupied in drinking, smoking, and chaffing. Three servants, armed
-each with a frying-pan, were making, or, to use the common expression,
-"turning" pancakes over the fire in an ample fireplace, whose flames
-threw ruddy lights and shadows, _à la_ Rembrandt, over the merry faces
-thronging the great kitchen. Some of the neighbor women, armed with
-dish and spoon and seated at a long table, kept dropping into the
-frying-pans, as fast as they were emptied, the liquid paste of which
-the pancakes were made; while others sprinkled them with maple sugar as
-they were piled upon the plates. A great kettle, half full of boiling
-lard, received the doughnuts which two cooks kept incessantly dropping
-in and ladling out.
-
-The faithful José, the right hand of the establishment, seemed to be
-everywhere at once on these solemn occasions.
-
-Seated at the end of a table, coat thrown off, sleeves of his shirt
-rolled up to the elbows, his inseparable knife in hand, he was hacking
-fiercely at a great loaf of maple-sugar and at the same time urging
-on two servants who were engaged at the same task. The next moment he
-was running for fine flour and eggs, as the pancake paste got low in
-the bowls; nor did he forget to visit the refreshment table from time
-to time to assure himself that nothing was lacking, or to take a drink
-with his friends.
-
-Jules and Archie passed from the kitchen to the bake-house, where
-the cooks were taking out of the oven a batch of pies, shaped like
-half-moons and about fourteen inches long; while quarters of veal and
-mutton, spare-ribs, and cutlets of fresh pork, ranged around in pans,
-waited to take their places in the oven. Their last visit was to the
-wash-house where, in a ten-gallon caldron, bubbled a stew of pork and
-mutton for the special delectation of the old folks whose jaws had
-grown feeble.
-
-"Why!" exclaimed Archie, "it is a veritable feast of Sardanapalus--a
-feast to last six months!"
-
-"But you have only seen a part of it," said Jules. "The dessert is yet
-ahead of us. I had imagined, however, that you knew more about the
-customs of our _habitants_. If at the end of the feast the table were
-not as well supplied as at the beginning, the host would be accused of
-stinginess. Whenever a dish even threatens to become empty, you will
-see the servants hasten to replace it."
-
-"I am the more surprised at that," said Archie, "because your
-_habitants_ are generally economical, even to the point of meanness.
-How do you reconcile this with the great waste which must take place
-after a feast?"
-
-"Our _habitants_, scattered wide apart over all New France, and
-consequently deprived of markets during spring, summer, and autumn,
-live then on nothing but salt meat, bread, and milk, and, except in
-the infrequent case of a wedding, they rarely give a feast at either
-of those seasons. In winter, on the other hand, there is a lavish
-abundance of fresh meats of all kinds; there is a universal feasting,
-and hospitality is carried to an extreme from Christmas time to Lent;
-there is a perpetual interchange of visits. Four or five _carrioles_,
-containing a dozen people, drive up; the horses are unhitched, the
-visitors take off their wraps, the table is set, and in an hour or so
-it is loaded down with smoking dishes."
-
-"Your _habitants_ must possess Aladdin's lamp!" exclaimed Archie.
-
-"You must understand," said Jules, "that if the _habitants'_ wives had
-to make such preparations as are necessary in higher circles, their
-hospitality would be much restricted or even put a stop to, for few
-of them are able to keep a servant. As it is, however, their social
-diversions are little more trouble to them than to their husbands.
-Their method is very simple. From time to time, in their leisure
-moments, they cook three or four batches of various kinds of meat,
-which in our climate keeps without difficulty; when visitors come,
-all they have to do is to warm up these dishes in their ovens, which
-at this season of the year are kept hot enough to roast an ox. The
-_habitants_ abhor cold meat. It is good to see our Canadian women,
-so gay at all times, making ready these hasty banquets--to see them
-tripping about, lilting a bit of a song, or mixing in the general
-chatter, and dancing backward and forward between the table and the
-stove. Josephte sits down among her guests, but jumps up to wait upon
-them twenty times during the meal. She keeps up her singing and her
-chaffing, and makes everybody as merry as herself.
-
-"You will, doubtless, imagine that these warmed-up dishes lose a good
-deal of their flavor; but habit is second nature, and our _habitants_
-do not find fault. Moreover, as their taste is more wholesome and
-natural than ours, I imagine that these dinners, washed down with a
-few glasses of brandy, leave them little cause to envy us. But we
-shall return to this subject later on; let us now rejoin my father and
-mother, who are probably getting impatient at our absence. I merely
-wanted to initiate you a little beforehand in the customs of our
-_habitants_, whom you have never before observed in their winter life."
-
-Everybody sat up late that night at D'Haberville Manor. There was
-so much to talk about. It was not till the small hours that the
-good-nights were said; and soon the watchers of the May-pole were the
-only ones left awake in the manor house of St. Jean-Port-Joli.
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER VII.
-
-THE MAY-FEAST.
-
- Le premier jour de Mai,
- Labourez,
- J'm'en fus planter un mai,
- Labourez,
- A la porte à ma mie.
-
-_Ancienne Chanson._
-
-
-It was scarcely five o'clock in the morning when Jules, who slept
-like a cat, shouted to Lochiel in the next room that it was high time
-they were up; but as the latter would make no response, Jules took
-the surest way of arousing him by getting up himself. Arming himself
-with a towel dipped in cold water, he entered his friend's bedroom
-and squeezed the icy fluid in his face. In spite of his aquatic
-inclinations, Archie found this attention very little to his taste; he
-snatched the towel, rolled it into a ball, and hurled it at Jules's
-head. Then he turned over and was preparing to go to sleep again, when
-Jules snatched off all the bed-clothes. It looked as if the fortress,
-in this extremity, had nothing to do but surrender at discretion;
-but the garrison, in the person of Lochiel, was more numerous than
-the besieging force in the person of Jules, and, shaking the latter
-fiercely, he asked if sleeping was forbidden at D'Haberville Manor.
-He was even proceeding to hurl the besieger from the ramparts when
-Jules, struggling in his adversary's mighty arms, begged him to listen
-a moment before inflicting such a disgrace upon a future soldier of
-France.
-
-"What have you to say for yourself, you wretched boy?" exclaimed
-Archie, now thoroughly awake. Is it not enough for you that all day
-long you give me no peace, but even in the night you must come and
-torment me?"
-
-"I am grieved, indeed," said Jules, "at having interrupted your
-slumbers; but as our folk have to set up another May-pole at the
-place of Bélanger of the Cross, a good mile and a half from here,
-they intend to present my father with his at six o'clock; and if you
-don't want to lose any of the ceremony it is time for you to dress. I
-declare, I thought everybody was like myself, wrapped up in everything
-that can bring us more in touch with our _habitants_. I do not know
-anything that moves me more than this sympathy between my father and
-his tenants, between our family and these brave lads; moreover, as my
-adopted brother, you will have your part to play in the approaching
-spectacle."
-
-As soon as the young men had finished dressing, they passed from their
-room to one which looked out on the yard, where a lively scene met
-their view. There were at least a hundred _habitants_ scattered about
-in groups. With their long guns, their powder-horns suspended from the
-neck, their tomahawks stuck in the girdle, their inseparable axes,
-they looked less like peaceful tillers of the soil than a band of
-desperadoes ready for a foray.
-
-Lochiel was much amused by the spectacle, and wished to go out and join
-the groups, but Jules vetoed his proposal, saying that it would be
-contrary to etiquette. He explained that the family were all supposed
-to be unaware of what was going on outside, no matter how great the
-noise and excitement. Some were decorating the May-pole, others were
-digging the hole in which it was to be planted, while yet others were
-sharpening long stakes to be used in bracing it firmly. As for the
-May-pole itself, it was of the utmost simplicity. It consisted of a
-tall fir tree, with its branches cut off and peeled to within two or
-three feet of the top. Here a tuft of greenery, about three feet long,
-was permitted to remain, and dignified with the title of "the bouquet."
-This "bouquet" was ornamental enough so long as it kept green, but
-when withered by the heat of summer its appearance became anything but
-cheerful. A rod six feet long, painted red, surmounted with a green
-weather cock and adorned with a large red ball, was thrust between the
-branches of "the bouquet" and nailed to the tree, which completed the
-decoration of the May-pole. It is necessary to add that strong wooden
-pegs, driven into the trunk at regular intervals, facilitated the
-climbing of the May-pole, and served also as points of support for the
-props by aid of which it was raised into position.
-
-The firing of a gun before the main entrance announced that every
-thing was ready. Immediately on this signal the seigneur and his
-family gathered in the drawing-room to receive the deputation which
-would follow immediately after the report. The seigneur occupied a
-great arm-chair, with Lady D'Haberville seated at his right and his
-son Jules at his left. Uncle Raoul, erect and leaning upon his sword,
-stood immediately behind this first group, between Blanche and Madame
-de Beaumont who were seated. Archie stood at Blanche's left. They
-were scarcely in position when two old men, introduced by José, the
-major-domo, approached Seigneur D'Haberville, saluted him with that
-courteous air which was natural to the early Canadians and begged his
-permission to plant a May-pole before his threshold. This permission
-granted, the deputation withdrew and acquainted the crowd with their
-success. Everybody then knelt down and prayed for protection throughout
-the day. In about fifteen minutes the May-pole rose over the crowd with
-a slow, majestic motion, and its green top looked down upon all the
-buildings surrounding it. A few minutes more and it was firmly planted.
-
-A second gunshot announced a new deputation, and the same two old men,
-carrying their guns, escorted in two of the leading _habitants_. One of
-the _habitants_ carried a little greenish goblet, two inches high, on a
-plate of faïence, while the other bore a bottle of brandy. Introduced
-by the indispensable José, they begged the seigneur to come and receive
-the May-pole which he had so graciously consented to accept. Upon the
-seigneur's response, one of the old men added:
-
-"Would our seigneur be pleased to 'wet' the Maypole before he blackens
-it?" With these words he handed the seigneur a gun and a glass of
-brandy.
-
-"We will 'wet' it together, my friends," said M. D'Haberville, making
-a sign to José, who at once hastened forward with a tray containing
-four glasses of the same cordial fluid. Then the seigneur rose, touched
-glasses with the four delegates, swallowed at a draught their brandy,
-which he pronounced excellent, took up the gun and started for the
-door, followed by all that were in the room.
-
-As soon as he appeared on the threshold a young man clambered up the
-May-pole with the nimbleness of a squirrel, gave three twirls to the
-weather-cock, and shouted: "Long live the King! Long live the Seigneur
-D'Haberville!" And the crowd yelled after him with all the vigor of
-their lungs: "Long live the King! Long live the Seigneur D'Haberville!"
-Meanwhile the young man had clambered down again, cutting off with his
-tomahawk as he descended all the pegs of the May-pole.
-
-Thereupon the seigneur proceeded to blacken the May-pole by firing at
-it a blank charge from his musket. The other members of the family
-followed his example in the order of their rank, the ladies firing as
-well as the men.
-
-Then followed a rattling _feu-de-joie_, which lasted a good half-hour.
-One might have fancied the manor house was besieged by a hostile army.
-The May-pole, so white before, seemed suddenly to have been painted
-black, so zealous were all to do it honor. Indeed, the more powder one
-could burn on this occasion, the greater the compliment to him for whom
-the May-pole was erected.
-
-As every pleasure comes to an end, M. D'Haberville seized a moment
-when the firing appeared to slacken a little to invite the crowd in to
-breakfast. There was another rattling discharge by way of temporary
-farewell to the May-pole, some splinters of which were now scattered
-about the ground beneath, and every one moved silently into the house.
-
-The seigneur, the ladies, and a dozen of the oldest among the leading
-_habitants_, were seated at a table in the seigneurial dining-room.
-This table was set with the plain dishes, wines, and coffee which
-constituted a Canadian breakfast among the upper classes; there was
-added also to gratify the guests some excellent brandy, and some
-sugar-cakes in lieu of bread.
-
-It was no offense to the other guests to be excluded from this table;
-they were proud, on the contrary, of the compliment paid to their more
-venerable relations and friends.
-
-The second table in the adjoining room, where Uncle Raoul presided,
-was supplied as would have been that of a rich _habitant_ on a similar
-occasion. Besides the superfluity of viands already enumerated, each
-guest found beside his plate the inevitable sugar-cake, a cruller,
-a tart about five inches in diameter and more rich in paste than in
-jam, and an unlimited supply of brandy. There were also some bottles
-of wine on the table, to which nobody paid the least attention; to use
-their own energetic expression, it did not "scratch the throat enough."
-The wine was placed there chiefly for the women, who were occupied in
-serving the breakfast, and who would take their places at the table
-after the men's departure. Josephte would take a glass or two of wine
-without much pressing after she had had her accustomed appetizer.
-
-Over the third table, spread in the mighty kitchen, presided Jules,
-with Archie to assist him. This was the table for the young men, and it
-was supplied like that of Uncle Raoul. While there was gayety enough
-at the first two tables, there was at the same time a certain decorum
-observed; but at the third, especially toward the end of the repast,
-which lasted far on into the morning, there was such a perpetual
-applause that one could hardly hear himself speak.
-
-The reader is much deceived if he imagines that the May-pole was all
-this time enjoying repose. Almost every moment one or other of the
-guests would get up, run out and fire his gun at the May-pole, and
-return to his place at the table after this act of courtesy.
-
-At the beginning of dessert the seigneur, accompanied by the ladies,
-visited the second and third tables, where they were rapturously
-received. A friendly word was on his lips for every one. He drank the
-health of his tenants, and his tenants drank to himself and his family,
-to the accompaniment of the reports of twenty muskets, which were
-blazing away outside.
-
-This ceremony at an end, the seigneur returned to his own table, where
-he was induced to sing a little song, in the chorus of which all joined.
-
- "Oh, here's to the hero,
- The hero, the hero;
- Oh, here's to the hero
- That taught men to dine!
- When joy is at zero,
- At zero, at zero;
- When joy is at zero,
- What solace like wine!
-
- _Chorus._ Till he's drunk, or quite near it,
- No soldier will shrink,
- But cry shame on the spirit
- Too craven to drink.
-
- "When we taste the rare liquor,
- Rare liquor, rare liquor;
- When we taste the rare liquor
- That tickles our throats,
- Our hearts they beat quicker,
- Beat quicker, beat quicker;
- Our hearts they beat quicker,
- Which clearly denotes
-
- _Chorus._ That till drunk, or quite near it,
- No soldier should shrink,
- But cry shame on the spirit
- Too craven to drink."
-
-Scarcely was this song ended when the sonorous voice of Uncle Raoul
-arose:
-
- "Oh, I am a drinker, I,
- For I'm built that way;
- Let every man stick to his taste,
- Each dog have his day!
- The drinker he frights dull care
- To flight with a song--
- He serves the jolliest god,
- And he serves him long!
-
- _Chorus._ Oh, I am a drinker, I, etc.
-
- "Let José go fighting and put
- The Dutchman to rout,
- But I'll win my laurels at home
- In the drinking-bout!
-
- _Chorus._ Oh, I am a drinker, I, etc."
-
-"Your turn now, young master!" cried the third table. "Our elders have
-set us the proper example to follow."
-
-"With all my heart," replied Jules; and he sang the following verses:
-
- "God Bacchus, throned upon a cask,
- Hath bid me love the bell-mouthed flask;
- Hath bid me vow these lips of mine
- Shall own no drink but wine!
-
- _Chorus._ But wine, boys, but wine!
- We'll drain, we'll drain the bottles dry,
- And swear the drink divine!
-
- "Nor emperor nor king may know
- The joys that from our bumpers flow--
- The mirth that makes the dullest shine--
- Who owns no drink but wine!
-
- _Chorus._ But wine, boys, but wine! etc.
-
- "Let wives go knit and sweethearts spin,
- We've wine to drown our troubles in.
- We'll sing the praises of the vine,
- And own no drink but wine!
-
- _Chorus._ But wine, boys, but wine! etc."
-
-The example once set by the hosts, everybody made haste to follow
-it, and song succeeded song with ever-increasing fervor. Then Father
-Chouinard, a retired veteran of the French army after two songs which
-won great applause, suggested that it was time to withdraw. He thanked
-the seigneur for his hospitality, and proposed to drink his health
-once again--a proposition which was received with loud enthusiasm.
-
-After this the joyous throng took its departure singing, with the
-accompaniment of musket-shots, whose echoes, thrown back by the bluff,
-appeared to linger reluctantly behind them.
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER VIII.
-
-THE FEAST OF ST. JEAN-BAPTISTE.
-
-
-Every parish used to keep holiday on the feast of its patron saint.
-The feast of St. John the Baptist, the patron of the parish of St.
-Jean-Port-Joli, falling in the most delightful season of the year,
-never failed to attract a host of pilgrims, even from the remotest
-parishes. The _habitant_, kept very busy with his farm-work, was ready
-by this time for a little rest, and the fine weather was an invitation
-to the road. In every family grand preparations were made for this
-important occasion. Within doors there was great cleaning up; the
-whitewash brush went everywhere; the floors were scrubbed and strewed
-with pine-needles; the fatted calf was killed, and the shopkeepers
-drove a thriving trade in drinks. Thus by the twenty-third day of June,
-the eve of the feast, every house was thronged with pilgrims from the
-manor and the presbytery down.
-
-The seigneur used to present the consecrated bread; while the
-collection at the high mass was taken up by two young gentlemen and
-two young ladies, friends of the seigneur, invited down from Quebec
-long beforehand. For the consecrated bread and for the little cakes
-(_cousins_) which accompanied it there was no small need in that
-multitude which thronged not only the church, but the surrounding yard.
-All the doors of the church stood wide open, that everybody might have
-his share in the service.
-
-It was an understood thing that the seigneur and his friends should
-dine that day at the presbytery, and that the curé and his friends
-should take supper at the manor house. Very many of the _habitants_,
-too far away from home to go and come between mass and vespers, took
-lunch in the little wood of cedars, pines, and firs which covered the
-valley between the church and the St. Lawrence. Nothing can be imagined
-more picturesque and bright than the groups scattered over the mossy
-green, and gathered merrily around their snowy tablecloths. The curé
-and his guests never failed to visit the picnickers and exchange a few
-words with the men.
-
-On all sides rose rude booths, after the fashion of wigwams, covered
-with branches of maple and spruce, wherein refreshments were sold. In a
-monotonous voice, with strong emphasis on the first and last words, the
-proprietors kept crying incessantly, "Good beer for sale here!" And all
-the papas and the amorous gallants, coaxed up for the occasion, would
-fumble dubiously in the depths of their wallets for the wherewith to
-treat youngster or sweetheart.
-
-The _habitants_ had preserved an impressive ceremony handed down from
-their Norman ancestors. This ceremony consisted of a huge bonfire at
-sunset of the eve of St. Jean-Baptiste. An octagonal pyramid, about
-ten feet high, was constructed before the main entrance of the church.
-Covered with branches of fir interwoven amid the strips of cedar which
-formed its surface, this structure was eminently ornamental. The curé,
-accompanied by his assistants, marched out and recited certain prayers
-belonging to the occasion; then, after having blessed the structure,
-he set a torch to the little piles of straw arranged at the eight
-corners of the pyramid. Straightway the whole pile burst crackling into
-flame, amid the shouts and gun-firing of the crowd which remained in
-attendance till the pyramid was burned to ashes.
-
-At this joyous ceremony, Blanche D'Haberville did not fail to assist,
-in company with Jules, Lochiel, and Uncle Raoul. A malicious critic,
-observing Uncle Raoul as he stood leaning on his sword a little in
-advance of the throng, might have been reminded of the late lamented
-Vulcan of game-legged memory, so lurid and grotesque an effect was
-cast upon his figure; which by no means prevented Uncle Raoul from
-considering himself the most important personage present.
-
-Uncle Raoul had a very good and sufficient reason for taking part
-in the bonfire. It was the day of the salmon sale. Every _habitant_
-who stretched a net came to sell his first salmon at the church door
-for the benefit of the souls in purgatory; in other words, with the
-money obtained for the fish he would pay for a mass to be said for the
-souls about which he was most concerned. The auctioneer announcing the
-object of the sale, all strove to outbid each other. Nothing could be
-more touching than this closeness of communion between friends and
-relations beyond the grave, this anxious concern extending even to the
-invisible world. Our brethren of other creeds shed, indeed, as we do,
-the bitterest of tears over the tomb which covers away their dearest,
-but there they cease their solicitude and their devotion.
-
-When I was a child my mother taught me to conclude all my prayers with
-this appeal: "Receive, O Lord, soon into thy blessed paradise the souls
-of my grandfather and grandmother." My prayers were then for kinsfolk
-few in number and unknown to me. Now, alas, in my old age, how many
-names would have to pass my lips were I to enumerate in my prayers all
-the loved ones who have left me!
-
-It was some time after dark when Uncle Raoul, Blanche, Jules, and
-Archie quitted the presbytery where they had taken supper. Uncle Raoul,
-who had a smattering of astronomy, explained to his niece, as they
-drove along, the mysteries of the starry vault, marvels of which, for
-all the efforts of their professor in astronomy, our young men knew but
-little.
-
-The young men were in high spirits, and, excited by the splendor of the
-night in mid-forest, they laid aside their decorum and began a host of
-antics, in spite of the frowns of Blanche, who dreaded lest they should
-displease her uncle.
-
-The road followed the banks of the St. Lawrence. It was bordered by
-thick woods, with here and there a clearing through which was commanded
-a perfect view of the giant stream. Coming to one of these clearings,
-where they could sweep the whole river from Cape Tourmente to Malbaie,
-Archie was unable to repress a cry of surprise, and, turning to Uncle
-Raoul, he said:
-
-"You, sir who explain so well the marvels of the heaven, might I beg
-you to lower your gaze to earth a moment and tell me the meaning of all
-those lights which are flashing along the north shore as far as eye can
-see? Verily, I begin to believe José's story. Canada appears to be that
-land of goblins, imps, and witches of which my nurse used to tell me
-amid my Scottish hills."
-
-"Ah," said Uncle Raoul, "let us stop here a moment. That is the people
-of the north shore sending messages to their friends and relations on
-this side, according to their custom on the eve of St. Jean-Baptiste.
-They need neither pen nor ink for their communications. Let us begin
-at Eboulements: Eleven adults have died in that parish since autumn,
-three of them in one house, that of my friend Dufour. The family must
-have been visited by small-pox or some malignant fever, for those
-Dufours are vigorous and all in the prime of life. The Tremblays are
-well, which I am glad to perceive; they are worthy people. At Bonneau's
-somebody is sick, probably the grandmother, who is getting well on in
-years. There is a child dead at Bélair's house. I fear it is their only
-child, as theirs is a young household."
-
-Thus Uncle Raoul ran on for some time gathering news of his friends at
-Eboulements, at Isle aux Coudres, and at Petite-Rivière.
-
-"I understand without having the key," said Lochiel. "Those are certain
-prearranged signals which are exchanged between the dwellers on the
-opposite shores in order to communicate matters of personal interest."
-
-"Yes," answered Uncle Raoul; "and if we were on the north shore we
-should observe similar signals on this side. If a fire burns long and
-steadily, that is good news; if it sinks gradually, that is a sign of
-sickness; if it is extinguished suddenly, that means death; if it is
-so extinguished more than once, that signifies so many deaths. For a
-grown person, a strong blaze; for a child, a feeble one. The means
-of intercourse being scanty enough even in summer, and entirely cut
-off during winter, the _habitants_, made ingenious by necessity, have
-invented this simple expedient.
-
-"The same signals," continued Uncle Raoul, "are understood by all the
-sailors, who use them in time of wreck to convey information of their
-distress. Only last year five of our best huntsmen would have starved
-to death but for this on the shoals of the Loups-Marins. Toward the
-middle of March there was a sudden change in the weather. The ice went
-out all at once and the ducks, geese, and brant made their appearance
-in astonishing numbers. Five of our hunters, well supplied with
-provisions--for the weather is treacherous in Canada--set out at once
-for the Loups-Marins; but the birds were so numerous that they left
-their provisions in the canoe (which they tied carelessly in front of
-their hut), and ran to take their places in the ditch which they had
-to get scooped out before the return of the tide. This ditch, you must
-know, is a trough dug in the mud to a depth of three or four feet,
-wherein the hunter lies in wait for his game, which are very wary, the
-geese and brant particularly. It is a wretchedly uncomfortable kind of
-hunting, for you have to crouch in these holes, with your dog, often
-for seven or eight hours at a stretch. You have no lack of occupation
-to kill time, however, for you have to keep bailing out the muddy water
-which threatens to drown you.
-
-"All was in proper shape, and our hunters were expecting with the
-rising tide an ample reward for their pains, when suddenly there came
-up a frightful storm. The sleet was driven by the wind in such dense
-clouds that the birds could not be seen six feet away. Our hunters,
-having waited patiently until flood tide, which drove them from their
-posts, returned to their hut, where a dreadful surprise awaited them;
-their canoe had been carried away by the storm, and there remained, to
-feed five men, only one loaf of bread and one bottle of brandy, which
-they had taken into the hut on their arrival, that they might indulge
-in a snack before getting to work. They went to bed without supper, for
-the snow-storm might last three days, and, being about three leagues
-from either shore, it would be impossible, in such weather, for their
-signals of distress to be seen. But their calculations fell far short
-of the fact. A second winter had set in. The cold became very severe,
-the snow continued falling for eight days, and the river was once more
-filled with ice as in January.
-
-Then they began to make their signals, which could be seen from both
-shores; but it was impossible to go to their aid. The signals of
-distress were followed by those of death. The fire was lighted every
-evening and immediately extinguished. When three of the party were
-reported dead, some _habitants_, at the imminent risk of their lives,
-did all that could be expected of the bravest men; but in vain, for
-the river was so thick with ice cakes that the canoes were carried up
-and down with the ebb and flow of the tide, and could not get near
-the scene of the disaster. It was not until the seventeenth day that
-they were rescued by a canoe from Isle aux Coudres. When the rescuing
-party arrived they heard no sound in the hut, and feared they were too
-late. The sufferers were still alive, however, and after a few weeks of
-care were quite themselves again; but they had learned a lesson they
-were not likely to forget, and the next time they go hunting on the
-Loups-Marins they will haul their canoe up out of reach of high tide."
-
-At last Uncle Raoul came to an end, just as anybody else would.
-
-"Dear uncle," said Blanche, "do you not know a song appropriate to so
-delicious a night as this, and so enchanting a scene?"
-
-"Hear! hear!" exclaimed the young men, "a song from Uncle Raoul!"
-
-This was assailing the chevalier on his weak point. He was a singer,
-and very proud of it. Without further pressing he began, in a splendid
-tenor voice, the following song, which he sang with peculiar feeling
-as a brave hunter adorned with his scars. While acknowledging that his
-verses took many a liberty with the rules of rhyme, he declared that
-these defects were redeemed by the vividness and originality of the
-composition.
-
-
-UNCLE RAOUL'S SONG.
-
- As I was walking, somewhat late,
- A-through a lonely wood and great,
- Hunting partridge, snipe, and cock,
- And careless of the clock,
- I raised my gun to drop a bird,
- When in the bushes something stirred;
- I heard a cry--and saw the game
- That love alone can tame.
-
- I saw a fair one all alone,
- Lamenting on a mossy stone,
- Her hair about so fair a face
- As lightened that dark place.
- I called my dog to heel, and there
- I fired my gun into the air.
- So loud with fear the lady cried,
- I hastened to her side.
-
- I said to her, I said, "Sweet heart,
- Be comforted, whoe'er thou art.
- I am a valiant cavalier,
- Have thou of me no fear.
- Beholding thee, my lovely one,
- Thus left lamenting and alone,
- I fain would be thy knight-at-arms,
- And shield thee from alarms."
-
- "Oh, succor me, fair sir," she saith,
- "My heart with fear was nigh to death.
- I am benighted and astray,
- Oh, show me, sir, my way!
- Oh, show me, gentle sir, the road,
- For Mary's sake, to mine abode.
- My heart, fair sir, but for your grace,
- Had died in this dark place."
-
- "Now, lady, give thy hand to me.
- Not far the way--not far with thee.
- Right glad am I to do thee pleasure,
- And I have the leisure.
- But might I crave before we part,
- Oh, lady dear, oh, fair sweet heart--
- Might I dare to beg the bliss
- Of one small kiss?"
-
- Saith she, "I can not say thee nay;
- Thy service can I ne'er repay.
- Take one, or even two, or three,
- If so it pleaseth thee.
- More gallant sir was never seen;
- Much honored have my kisses been."
- (This was the last I heard of her)
- "And now farewell, kind sir."
-
-"The devil," said Jules, "I perceive, dear sir, that you did not waste
-any time. I will wager, now, that you have been a terrible gallant in
-your younger days, and can count your victims by the score. It is so,
-eh, uncle mine? Do tell us some of your conquests."
-
-"Ugly, my dear boy," replied Uncle Raoul, with a gratified air, "ugly I
-certainly am, but very agreeable to the ladies."
-
-Jules was going on in the same vein, but seeing the way his sister was
-frowning at him, he bit his lips to keep from laughing, and repeated
-the last four lines:
-
- "'More gallant sir was never seen;
- Much honored have my kisses been'
- (This was the last I heard of her)
- 'And now farewell, kind sir.'"
-
-The young men continued the singing till they reached a clearing, where
-they saw a fire in the woods a little way from the road.
-
-"That is the witch of the manor," said Uncle Raoul.
-
-"I have always forgotten to ask why she was called the witch of the
-manor," said Archie.
-
-"Because she has established herself in this wood, which formerly
-belonged to the D'Haberville estate," said Uncle Raoul. "My brother
-exchanged it for a part of his present domain, in order to get nearer
-his mill at Trois Saumons."
-
-"Let us go and see poor old Marie," said Blanche. "When I was a
-child she used to bring me the first spring flowers and the first
-strawberries of the season."
-
-Uncle Raoul made some objections on account of the lateness of the
-hour, but he could refuse Blanche nothing, and presently the horses
-were hitched on the edge of the wood and our party were on their way to
-the witch's abode.
-
-The dwelling of old Marie by no means resembled that of the Cumæan
-sybil, or of any other sorceress, ancient or modern. It was a sort of
-patchwork hut, built of logs and unquarried stones, and carpeted within
-with many colored mosses. The roof was cone-shaped and covered with
-birch-bark and spruce branches.
-
-Old Marie was seated on a log at the door of her hut, cooking something
-in a frying-pan over a fire which was surrounded with stones to keep it
-from spreading. She paid no attention to her visitors, but maintained
-a conversation with some invisible being behind her. She kept waving
-first one hand and then the other behind her back, as if attempting to
-drive away this being, and the burden of her utterance was: "Avaunt,
-avaunt! it is you that bring the English here to eat up the French!"
-
-"Oh, ho, my prophetess of evil," exclaimed Uncle Raoul, "when you get
-done talking to the devil, would you be kind enough to tell me what you
-mean by that threat?"
-
-"Come, Marie," interposed Jules, "tell us if you really think you are
-talking to the devil? You can fool the _habitants_, but you must know
-that we put no faith in such delusions."
-
-"Avaunt! Avaunt!" continued the witch with the same gestures, "you that
-are bringing the English to eat up the French."
-
-"I am going to speak to her," said Blanche; "she loves me, and I am
-sure she will answer me."
-
-Approaching the old woman, she laid her hand on her shoulder and said
-gently:
-
-"Do you not know me, my good Marie? Do you not recognize _la petite
-seigneuresse_, as you used to call me?"
-
-The old woman interrupted her monologue and looked tenderly at the
-girl. A tear even gathered in her eyes, but could not overflow, so few
-such were there in her burning brain.
-
-"Why, dear Marie, do you lead this wild and vagabond life?" exclaimed
-Blanche. "Why do you live in the woods, you who are the wife of a
-rich _habitant_, the mother of a numerous family? Your poor children,
-brought up by strangers, are crying for their dear mother. Mamma and I
-were looking for you at your house after the feast. We were talking to
-your husband who loves you. How unhappy you must be!"
-
-The poor woman sprang upon her seat and her eyes shot flames, as she
-cried, pale with anger:
-
-"Who is it dare speak of my misfortunes? Is it the fair young girl, the
-darling of her parents, who will never be wife and mother? Is it the
-rich and noble lady, brought up in silk and fine linen, who will soon,
-like me, have but a hut to shelter her? Woe! Woe! Woe!"
-
-She was about to retire into the forest, but seeing Jules much moved,
-she cried again:
-
-"Is it Jules D'Haberville who is so concerned at my wretchedness? Is
-it, indeed, Jules D'Haberville, bravest of the brave, whose bleeding
-body I see them dragging over the Plains of Abraham? Is it, indeed, his
-blood that crimsons the last glorious field of my country? Woe! Woe!
-Woe!"
-
-"This poor woman moves my heart strangely," said Lochiel, as she was
-disappearing in the thicket.
-
-The creature heard him. She returned once more, folded her arms, turned
-upon him a gaze of calm bitterness, and said:
-
-"Keep your pity for yourself, Archibald de Lochiel. The family fool has
-no need of your pity! Keep your pity for yourself and for your friends!
-Keep it for yourself on that day when, forced to execute a cruel order,
-you shall tear with your nails that breast that hides a noble and
-generous heart! Keep it for your friends, Archibald de Lochiel, on that
-day when you shall set the torch to their peaceful dwellings, that day
-when the old and feeble, the women and the children, shall flee before
-you as sheep before the wolf! Keep your pity! You will need it all when
-you carry in your arms the bleeding body of him you call your brother!
-I have but one grief at this hour, Archibald de Lochiel, it is that I
-have no curse to utter against you. Woe! Woe! Woe!" And she disappeared
-into the forest.
-
-"May I be choked by an Englishman," said Uncle Raoul, "if poor silly
-Marie has not shown herself tonight a sorceress of the approved type,
-the type which has been celebrated by poets ancient and modern. I
-wonder what mad weed she has been rubbing against, she who is always so
-polite and gentle with us."
-
-All agreed that they had never heard anything like it before. The rest
-of the drive was passed in silence; for, though attaching no credence
-to the witch's words, they could not at once throw off their ominous
-influence.
-
-On their arrival at the manor house, however, where they found a number
-of friends awaiting them, this little cloud was soon scattered.
-
-The joyous laughter of the party could be heard even to the highway,
-and the echoes of the bluff were kept busy repeating the refrain:
-
- "Ramenez vos moutons, bergère,
- Belle bergère, vos moutons."
-
-The dancers had broken one of the chains of their dance, and were
-running everywhere, one behind the other, around the vast court-yard.
-They surrounded the chevalier's carriage, the chain reunited, and they
-began dancing round and round, crying to Mademoiselle D'Haberville,
-"Descend, fair shepherdess."
-
-Blanche sprang lightly out of the carriage. The leader of the dance at
-once whisked her off, and began to sing:
-
- "Hail to the fairest in the land!
- (Hail to the fairest in the land!)
- "Now I take you by the hand.
- (Now I take you by the hand.)
- I lead you here, I lead you there;
- Bring back your sheep, O shepherdess fair.
- Bring back your sheep and with care them keep,
- Shepherdess fair, bring back your sheep.
- Bring back, bring back, bring back with care,
- Bring back your sheep, O shepherdess fair!"
-
-After making several more rounds, with the chevalier's carriage in the
-middle, and all the time singing:
-
- "Ramenez, ramenez, ramenez donc,
- Belle bergère, vos moutons."
-
-They at length broke up the chain, and all danced merrily into the
-house.
-
-Uncle Raoul, at last set at liberty by the inexorable dancers,
-descended as he could from the carriage and hastened to join the party
-at the supper-table.
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER IX.
-
-"THE GOOD GENTLEMAN."
-
-Tout homme qui, à quarante ans, n'est pas misanthrope, n'a jamais
-aimé les hommes.--+Champfort.+
-
-J'ai été prodigieusement fier jusqu'à quarente-cinq ans: mais le malheur
-m'a bien courbé et m'a rendu aussi humble que j'étais fier. Ah!
-c'est une grande école que le malheur! j'ai appris à me courber et à
-m'humilier sous la main de Dieu.--+Chenedollé.+
-
-
-The two months which Jules had to spend with his family before his
-departure for Europe had come to an end, and the vessel in which he had
-taken passage was to sail in two or three days. Lochiel was at Quebec,
-making preparations for a voyage which could hardly take less than two
-months. Abundant provisions were necessary, and Seigneur D'Haberville
-had intrusted this point to the young Scotchman's care, while Jules's
-mother and sister were loading down the young men's valises with all
-the comforts and dainties they could think of. As the time drew near
-for a separation which might be forever, Jules was drawn closer and
-closer to his family, whom he could hardly bear to leave even for a
-moment. One day, however, he remarked:
-
-"As you know, I promised 'the good gentleman' that I would go and stay
-a night with him before my departure. I will be back to-morrow morning
-in time to breakfast with you."
-
-With these words, he picked up his gun and started for the woods, in
-order to take a short cut and have a little hunting by the way.
-
-M. d'Egmont, whom everybody called "the good gentleman," dwelt in a
-cottage on the Trois Saumons River, about three quarters of a league
-from the manor house. With him there lived a faithful follower who had
-shared alike his good and his evil fortunes. André Franc[oe]ur was of
-the same age as his master, and was also his foster-brother. Having
-been the playfellow of his childhood, and the trusted friend rather
-than the valet of his riper years, André Franc[oe]ur had found it as
-natural to follow D'Egmont's fortunes in adversity as in prosperity.
-
-D'Egmont and his servant were living on the interest of a small capital
-which they had in common. One might even say that the savings of the
-valet were even greater than those of the master. Was it consistent
-with D'Egmont's honor to be thus, in a way, dependent on his own
-servant? Many will answer no; but "the good gentleman" argued otherwise.
-
-"When I was rich I spent my wealth for my friends, and how have my
-friends rewarded me? André, alone, has shown himself grateful and
-noble-hearted. In no way, therefore, do I lower myself by associating
-my fortune with his, as I would have done with one of my own station
-had one been found as noble as my valet."
-
-When Jules arrived, the good gentleman was busy weeding a bed of
-lettuce in his garden. Entirely absorbed, he did not see his young
-friend, who overheard the following soliloquy:
-
-"Poor little insect! I have wounded you, and lo! all the other ants,
-just now your friends, are falling upon you to devour you. These tiny
-creatures are as cruel as men. I am going to rescue you; and as for
-you, my good ants, thanks for the lesson; I have now a better opinion
-of my kind."
-
-"Poor fellow!" thought Jules, "with a heart so tender, how he must have
-suffered!"
-
-Withdrawing noiselessly, he entered by the garden gate.
-
-M. d'Egmont uttered an exclamation of delight on seeing his young
-friend, whom he loved as a son. Although, during the thirty years
-that he had lived on Captain D'Haberville's estate, he had constantly
-refused to take up his abode at the manor house, he yet was a frequent
-visitor there, often remaining a week at a time when there were no
-strangers present. Without actually shunning society, he had suffered
-too much in his relations with men of his own class to be able to
-mingle cordially in their enjoyments.
-
-Although poor, M. d'Egmont was able to do a great deal of good. He
-comforted the afflicted; he visited the sick, whom he healed with herbs
-whose virtues were revealed to him by his knowledge of botany; and if
-his alms-giving was not lavish, it was accompanied by such sympathy and
-tact that it was none the less appreciated by the poor, who had come to
-know him by no other title than that of _le bon gentilhomme_.
-
-When D'Egmont and his young friend entered the house, André set before
-them a dish of fine trout and a plate of broiled pigeons, garnished
-with chives.
-
-"It is a frugal supper, indeed," said D'Egmont, "I caught the trout
-myself in yonder brook, about an hour ago, and André bagged the doves
-this morning at sunrise, in yonder dead tree, half a gunshot from the
-cottage. You see that, without being a seigneur, I have a fish-pond
-and dove-cote on my estate. Now for a salad of lettuce with cream, a
-bowl of raspberries, a bottle of wine--and there is your supper, friend
-Jules."
-
-"And never fish-pond and dove-cote supplied better meal to a hungry
-hunter," exclaimed Jules.
-
-The meal was a cheerful one, for M. d'Egmont seemed to have recovered
-something of the gayety of his youth. His conversation was no less
-instructive than amusing; for, although he had mingled much with men in
-his early days, he had found in study a refuge from his unhappiness.
-
-"How do you like this wine?" said he to Jules, who was eating like a
-hungry wolf, and had already quaffed several bumpers.
-
-"It is capital, upon my word."
-
-"You are a connoisseur, my friend," went on M. d'Egmont. "If it is true
-that wine and men improve with age, that wine must indeed be excellent;
-and as for me, I must be approaching perfection, for I am very nearly
-ninety."
-
-"Thus it is," said Jules, "that they call you 'the good gentleman.'"
-
-"The Athenians, my son, sent Aristides into exile, and at the same time
-called him the Just. But let us drop men and speak of wine. For my own
-part, I drink it rarely. As with many other useless luxuries, I have
-learned to do without it, and yet I enjoy perfect health. This wine
-is older than you are; its age, for a man, would not be much, but for
-wine it is something. Your father sent me a basket of it the day you
-were born. In his happiness he made gifts to all his friends. I have
-kept it with great care, and I only bring it out on such rare occasions
-as this. Here is a health to you, my dear boy. Success to all your
-undertakings; and when you come back to New France, promise that you
-will come and sup here with me, and drink a last bottle of this wine,
-which I will keep for you. You look astonished. You think it likely
-that when you return I shall have long since paid that debt which is
-paid even by the most recalcitrant debtor. You are mistaken, my son;
-a man like me does not die. But come, we have finished supper, let us
-go and sit _sub tegmine fagi_, which may be interpreted to mean, under
-that splendid walnut-tree whose branches are reflected in the river."
-
-The night was magnificent. The ripple of running water was the only
-sound that broke the moonlit stillness. M. d'Egmont was silent for some
-moments, and Jules, not caring to disturb his reverie, began tracing
-hieroglyphics with his finger in the sand.
-
-"I have greatly desired," said "the good gentleman," "to have a talk
-with you before your departure, before you go out into the world. I
-know that we can profit little by the experience of others, but that
-each must purchase his own. No matter, I shall at least have the
-consolation of having opened my heart to you, a heart which should have
-been dried up long since, but which yet beats as warmly as when I led
-the joyous troops of my companions more than half a century ago. Just
-now you looked at me with surprise when I said that a man like me does
-not die; you thought I spoke in metaphor, but I was sincere at the
-moment. So often on my knees have I begged for death that I have ended
-by almost doubting Death's existence. The heathen have made of him a
-divinity, doubtless that they might call him to their aid in time of
-heavy sorrow. If it is as physiology teaches us, and our sufferings
-depend upon the sensitiveness of our nerves, then have I suffered what
-would have killed fifty strong men." M. d'Egmont was silent once more,
-and Jules flung some pebbles into the river.
-
-"See," resumed the old man, "this stream which flows so quietly at our
-feet. Within an hour it mingles with the troubled waters of the St.
-Lawrence, and in a few days it will be writhing under the scourge of
-the Atlantic storms. Behold therein an image of our life! Thy days
-hitherto have been like the current of this stream; but soon you will
-be tossed on the great river of life, and will be carried into the
-ocean of men, whose waves rage ceaselessly. I have watched you from
-child-hood up; I have studied your character minutely, and that is
-what has caused me to seek this conversation. Between your character
-and mine I have found the closest resemblance. Like you, I was born
-kind-hearted, sympathetic, generous to a fault. How has it come that
-these virtues, which should have secured me happiness, have rather been
-the cause of all my ills? How comes it, my son, that these qualities,
-so applauded among men, have risen against me as my most implacable
-enemies and beaten me to the dust? I can not but think that I deserved
-a kindlier fate. Born, like you, of rich and loving parents, I was
-free to follow my every inclination. Like you, I sought nothing so
-much as the love of those about me. Like you, in my childhood I would
-not willingly injure the most insignificant of God's creatures, and to
-the beggar child I gave the very clothes I wore. Needless to add that,
-again like you, my hand was ever open to all my comrades, so that I was
-said to have 'nothing of my own.' It is curious to consider that, at
-the hands of my playfellows, I never tasted ingratitude. Is ingratitude
-the attribute only of the full-grown man? Or is it a snare which this
-human nature casts about the feet of generous childhood, the better
-to despoil the prey when grown to be a richer prize! But, no; it is
-impossible that youth could be so depraved.
-
-"And you, Jules," continued the old man after this semi-soliloquy,
-"have you yet experienced the ingratitude of those you have befriended,
-the ingratitude which pierces the heart like a blade of steel?"
-
-"Never," said the young man.
-
-"It is self-interest, then, bitter fruit of civilization, which causes
-ingratitude; the more a man needs, the more ungrateful he becomes. This
-reminds me of a little story. About twenty years ago a poor savage
-of the Huron tribe came to me in a pitiable state. It was spring. He
-had made a long and painful march, he had swum the icy streams when
-overheated, and as a result he was seized with a violent attack of
-pleurisy, accompanied by inflammation of the lungs. I judged that only
-a copious bleeding could save him, and I made shift to bleed him with
-my penknife. In a word, with care and simple remedies, I effected a
-cure; but his convalescence was slow, and he stayed with me more than
-two months. In a little while André and I could talk to him in his own
-tongue. He told me that he was a great warrior and hunter, but that
-fire-water had been his ruin. His thanks were as brief as his farewells:
-
-"'My heart is too full for many words,' said he; 'the Huron warrior
-knows not how to weep like a woman. I thank you, my brothers,' And he
-vanished in the forest.
-
-"I had entirely forgotten my Indian, when about four years later he
-arrived at my door, accompanied by another savage. I could scarcely
-recognize him. He was splendidly clad, and everything about him
-bespoke the great hunter and the mighty warrior. In one corner of my
-room he and his companion laid down two bundles of merchandise of
-great value--the richest furs, moccasins splendidly embroidered with
-porcupine quills, and exquisite pieces of work in birch bark, such as
-the Indians alone know how to make. I congratulated him upon the happy
-turn his affairs had taken.
-
-"'Listen to me, my brother,' said he. 'I owe you much, and I am come
-to pay my debt. You saved my life, for you know good medicine. You
-have done more, for you know the words which reach the heart; dog of
-a drunkard as I was, I am become once more a man as I was created by
-the Great Spirit. You were rich when you lived beyond the great water.
-This wigwam is too small for you; build one large enough to hold your
-great heart. All these goods belong to you,' The gratitude of this
-child of the forest brought tears to my eyes; for in all my long life
-I had found but two men who could be grateful--the faithful André, my
-foster-brother, and this poor Indian, who, seeing that I was going to
-accept nothing but a pair of deer-hide moccasins, struck three fingers
-rapidly across his mouth with a shrill cry of 'houa,' and took himself
-off at top speed with his companion. Never after could I find a trace
-of him. Our good curé undertook the sale of the goods, the product of
-which, with interest, was lately distributed among his tribe."
-
-The good gentleman sighed, reflected a moment, then resumed his speech:
-
-"I am now going to tell you, my dear Jules, of the most happy and most
-wretched periods of my life. Five years of happiness! Five years of
-misery! O God! for one single day of the joy of my youth, the joy as
-keen as pain, which could make me forget all that I have suffered! Oh,
-for one of those happy days when I believed in human friendship, when I
-knew not the ingratitude of men!
-
-"When I had completed my studies, all careers were open to me. That
-of arms seemed most suitable, but I hated to shed blood. I obtained a
-place of trust under the government. For me such a place was ruin. I
-had a great fortune of my own, my office was a lucrative one, and I
-scattered by handfuls the gold which I despised.
-
-"I do not accuse others in order to palliate my own follies. But one
-thing is sure, I had more than enough for all my own expenses, though
-not for those of my friends and my friends' friends, who rushed upon
-me like hungry wolves. I bear them no grudge; they but acted according
-to their nature. As for me, my hand was never shut. Not only my purse,
-but my signature was at everybody's disposal. There was my greatest
-mistake; for I may say in all sincerity that ninety-nine times out
-of a hundred, in my times of greatest embarrassment, I had to meet
-their liabilities with my own cash in order to save my credit. A great
-English poet has said:
-
- "Neither a borrower nor a lender be,
- For borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry,
- And loan oft loses both itself and friend.
-
-"Give, my dear boy, with both hands; but be chary of your signature.
-
-"My private affairs were so mingled with those of my office that it
-was long before I discovered how deeply I was involved. The revelation
-came upon me like a thunderbolt. Not only was I ruined, but I was on
-the verge of a serious defalcation. At last I said to myself, 'what
-matters the loss of the gold, so long as I pay my debts? I am young,
-and not afraid to work, and I shall always have enough. Moreover, my
-friends owe me considerable sums. When they see my difficulties, not
-only will they hasten to give back what they owe, but they will do for
-me as I have so often done for them.' What a fool I was to judge others
-by myself! For me, I would have moved heaven and earth to save a friend
-from ruin. How innocent and credulous I was! They had good reason, the
-wretches, to laugh at me.
-
-"I took account of what was owed me and of the value of my property,
-and then perceived that with these affairs settled up there would
-remain but a small balance, which I could cover with the help of
-my relations. The load rolled off my heart. How little I knew of
-men! I told my debtors, in confidence, how I was situated. I found
-them strangely cold. Several to whom I had lent without written
-acknowledgment had even forgotten that they owed me anything. Those
-whose notes I held, declared it was ungenerous of me to take them
-unawares. The greater number, who had had business at my office,
-claimed boldly that I was in debt to them. I did, indeed, owe them
-a trifle, while they owed me considerable sums. I asked them for a
-settlement, but they put me off with promises; and meanwhile undermined
-my credit by whispering it about that I was on the verge of ruin.
-They even turned me into ridicule as a spendthrift fool. One wag of a
-fellow, whom but eighteen months before I had saved not only from ruin
-but from disgrace (his secret shall die with me), was hugely witty at
-my expense. His pleasantries had a great success among my old friends.
-Such measureless ingratitude as this completely crushed me. One only,
-and he a mere acquaintance, hearing that I was in difficulties,
-hastened to me with these words:
-
-"'We have had some little transactions together; I think you will find
-here the correct balance in your favor. Please look up the matter in
-your books and see if I am right.'
-
-"He is dead long since. Honor to his memory, and may the blessings of
-an old man descend upon his children!
-
-"The inevitable day was close at hand, and even had I had the heart to
-make further struggle nothing could save me. My friends and enemies
-alike were intriguing for the spoils. I lowered my head before the
-storm and resigned.
-
-"I will not sadden you with the story of all I suffered; suffice to
-say that, fallen into the claws of pitiless creditors, I drank the cup
-of bitterness to the dregs. Apart from the ingratitude of my friends,
-I was not the sort of man to grieve greatly over my mere personal
-misfortunes. Even within the walls of the Bastille my gayety would not
-have deserted me; I might have danced to the grim music of the grating
-of my bolts. But my family! my family! Oh, the gnawing remorse which
-harasses the day, which haunts the long sleepless night, which suffers
-you neither forgetfulness nor rest, which wrenches the nerves of one's
-heart as with pincers of steel!
-
-"I believe, my boy, that with a few exceptions every man who can do so
-pays his debts; the torments he endures at the sight of his creditor
-would constrain him to this, even without the terrors of the law.
-Glance through the ancient and modern codes, and you will be struck
-with the barbarous egotism which has dictated them all alike. Can one
-imagine, indeed, any punishment more humiliating than that of a debtor
-kept face to face with his creditor, who is often a skinflint to whom
-he must cringe with fearful deference? Can anything be more degrading
-than to be obliged to keep dodging a creditor?
-
-"It has always struck me that civilization warps men's judgment, and
-makes them inferior to primitive races in mere common sense and simple
-equity. Let me give you an amusing instance. Some years ago, in New
-York, an Iroquois was gazing intently at a great, forbidding structure.
-Its lofty walls and iron-bound windows interested him profoundly. It
-was a prison. A magistrate came up.
-
-"'Will the pale face tell his brother what this great wigwam is for?'
-asked the Indian. The citizen swelled out his chest and answered with
-an air of importance:
-
-"'It is there we shut up the red-skins who refuse to pay the furs which
-they owe our merchants.'
-
-"The Iroquois examined the structure with ever-increasing interest,
-walked around it, and asked to see the inside of this marvelous
-wigwam. The magistrate, who was himself a merchant, was glad to grant
-his request, in the hope of inspiring with wholesome dread the other
-savages, to whom this one would not fail to recount the effective and
-ingenious methods employed by the pale faces to make the red-skins pay
-their debts.
-
-"The Iroquois went over the whole building with the minutest care,
-descended into the dungeons, tried the depth of the wells, listened
-attentively to the smallest sounds, and at last burst out laughing.
-
-"'Why,' exclaimed he, 'no Indian could catch any beaver here.'
-
-"In five minutes the Indian had found the solution of a problem which
-civilized man has not had the common sense to solve in centuries of
-study. This simple and unlearned man, unable to comprehend such folly
-on the part of a civilized race, had naturally concluded that the
-prison had subterranean canals communicating with streams and lakes
-where beaver were abundant, and that the savages were shut up therein
-in order to facilitate their hunting of the precious animals, and the
-more prompt satisfaction of their creditors' claims. These walls and
-iron gratings seemed to him intended for the guarding of the treasure
-within.
-
-"You understand, Jules, that I am speaking to you now on behalf of the
-creditor, who gets all the sympathy and pity, and not on behalf of the
-debtor who, with his dread and suspicion ever before his eyes, gnaws
-his pillow in despair after watering it with his tears.
-
-"I was young, only thirty-three years of age. I had ability, energy,
-and a sturdy faith in myself. I said to my creditors, take all I have
-but leave me free, and I will devote every energy to meeting your
-claims. If you imprison me you wrong yourselves. Simple as was this
-reasoning, it was incomprehensible to civilized man. My Iroquois would
-have understood it well enough. He would have said: 'My brother can
-take no beaver if the pale face ties his hands.' My creditors, however,
-took no account of such simple logic as this, and have held the sword
-of Damocles over my head for thirty years, the limit allowed them by
-the laws of France."
-
-"What adorable stupidity!" cried Jules.
-
-"One of them, however," continued M. d'Egmont, "with a delightful
-ingenuity of torture, obtained a warrant for my arrest, and with a
-refinement of cruelty worthy of Caligula himself, did not put it in
-execution till eighteen months later. Picture me for those eighteen
-months, surrounded by my family, who had to see me trembling at every
-noise, shuddering at the sight of every stranger who might prove to be
-the bearer of the order for my imprisonment.
-
-"So unbearable was my suspense that twice I sought out my creditor and
-besought him to execute his warrant without delay. At last he did so,
-at his leisure. I could have thanked him on my knees. From behind my
-bars I could defy the malice of men.
-
-"During the first month of his captivity the prisoner experiences a
-feverish restlessness, a need of continual movement. He is like a caged
-lion. After this time of trial, this feverish disquiet, I attained in
-my cell the calm of one who after being tossed violently by a storm
-at sea, feels no longer anything more than the throb of the subsiding
-waves; for apart from the innumerable humiliations of imprisonment,
-apart from my grief for my family, I was certainly less wretched. I
-believed that I had drunk the last drop of gall from the cup which
-man holds to his brother's fevered lips. I was reckoning without the
-hand of God, which was being made heavy for the insensate fool who
-had wrought his own misfortune. Two of my children, at two different
-periods, fell so dangerously ill that the doctors gave them up and
-daily announced to me that the end was near. It was then I felt the
-weight of my chains. It was then I learned to cry, like the mother of
-Christ, 'Approach and see if there be any sorrow like unto my sorrow.'
-I was separated from my children only by the breadth of a street.
-During the long night watches I could perceive the stir about their
-couch, the lights moving from one room to another; and I trembled
-every moment lest the stillness should fall which would proclaim them
-no longer in need of a mother's care. I blush to confess that I was
-sometimes tempted to dash my life out against the bars.
-
-"Meanwhile my persecutor knew as well as I what was passing in my
-family. But pity is fled from the breast of man to take refuge in brute
-beasts that have no understanding. The lamb bleats sadly when one of
-his companions is slaughtered, the ox bellows with rage and pain when
-he smells the blood of his kind, the horse snorts sharply and utters
-his doleful and piercing cry at the sight of his fellow struggling in
-the final agony, the dog howls with grief when his master is sick; but
-with whisperings and gossip and furtive pleasantry man follows his
-brother to the grave.
-
-"Lift up your head in your pride, lord of creation! You have the right
-to do so. Lift your haughty head to heaven, O man whose heart is as
-cold as the gold you grasp at day and night! Heap your slanders with
-both hands on the man of eager heart, of ardent passions, of blood
-burning like fire, who has fallen in his youth! Hold high your head,
-proud Pharisee, and say, 'As for me, I have never fallen!'" "The
-good gentleman" pressed his hands to his heart, kept silent for some
-minutes, and at length resumed:
-
-"Pardon me, my son, that, carried away by the memory of my sufferings,
-I have spoken the whole bitterness of my heart. It was but seven days
-after the coming of his friends when the great Arabian poet Job, the
-singer of so many sorrows, broke out with this heart-rending cry,
-'_Pereat dies in quâ natus sum!_' As for me, these fifty years have I
-buried my lamentations in my heart, and you will pardon me if I have
-spoken now with bitterness, if I have calumniated mankind.
-
-"As I had long ago given up to my creditors all that I possessed, and
-had sold my real estate and personal property for their benefit, after
-four years' imprisonment I petitioned the King for my release. The
-Government was of the opinion that I had suffered enough, but there
-remained one great difficulty--when a debtor has given up everything,
-does anything yet remain? The question was a knotty one. Nevertheless,
-after long debate, it was decided in the negative, and very politely
-they showed me the door.
-
-"My future was broken, like my heart, and I had nothing to do but
-vegetate without profit to myself or others. But observe the fatality
-that pursued me. When making my surrender to my creditors I begged them
-to leave me a certain property of very small immediate value, which I
-foresaw that I might turn to good account. I promised that whatever I
-could make out of it should go to wiping out the debt. They laughed me
-in the face; and very naturally, for there was a beaver to catch. Well,
-Jules, this same property, which brought hardly enough to cover costs
-of sale, sold ten years later for a sum which would have covered all my
-debts and more.
-
-"Europe was now too populous for me, and I embarked with my faithful
-André for New France. I chose out this peaceful dwelling place, where
-I might have lived happily could I have drunk the waters of Lethe. The
-ancients, our superiors in point of imagination, knew the needs of the
-human heart when they created that stream. Long tainted with the errors
-of the sixteenth century, I used once to cry in my pride, 'O men, if I
-have shared your vices, I have found few among you endowed with even
-one of my virtues.' But religion has taught me to know myself better,
-and I have humbled myself beneath God's hand, convinced at length that
-I could claim but little credit for merely following the inclinations
-of my nature.
-
-"You are the only one, Jules, to whom I have hinted the story of my
-life, suppressing the cruelest episodes because I know the tenderness
-of your heart. My end is attained; let us now go and finish the evening
-with my faithful André, who will keenly appreciate this attention on
-the eve of your departure."
-
-When they re-entered the house André was making up a bed on a sofa, a
-piece of furniture which was the result of the combined skill of master
-and man. This sofa, of which they were both very proud, had one leg
-shorter than the others, but this little inconvenience was remedied
-with the aid of a chip.
-
-"This sofa," said "the good gentleman," with an air of pride, "has cost
-André and me more elaborate calculations than Perrault required for
-the construction of the Louvre; but we accomplished it at last to our
-satisfaction. One leg, to be sure, presents arms to all comers. But
-what work is perfect? You must have remembered, my André, that this
-camp-bed was to be a soldiers' couch."
-
-André, though not quite relishing this pleasantry, which jarred a
-little on his vanity, nevertheless could not help laughing.
-
-Late in the evening M. d'Egmont handed Jules a little silver
-candlestick exquisitely wrought.
-
-"There, my dear boy, is all that my creditors have left me of my
-ancient fortune. They intended it, I suppose, to solace my sleepless
-nights. Good-night, dear boy; one sleeps well at your age; and when,
-after my prayers beneath the vault of that great temple which is
-forever declaring the glory of God, I once more come under my roof, you
-will be deep in your slumbers."
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER X.
-
-MADAME D'HABERVILLE'S STORY.
-
- Saepè malum hoc nobis, si mens non læva fuisset,
- De c[oe]lo tactas memini praedicere quercus.
-
-+Virgil.+
-
-
-All was silence and gloom at D'Haberville Manor; the very servants went
-about their work with a spiritless air, far unlike their usual gayety.
-Madame D'Haberville choked back her tears that she might not add to her
-husband's grief, and Blanche, for her mother's sake, did her weeping
-in secret; for in three days the vessel was to set sail. Captain
-D'Haberville had bidden his two friends, the priest and M. d'Egmont,
-to meet Jules and Archie at a farewell dinner. At this meal every one
-strove to be cheerful, but the attempt was a conspicuous failure. The
-priest, wisely concluding that a sober conversation would be better
-than the sorrowful silence into which the party was continually
-dropping, introduced a subject which was beginning to press on all
-thoughtful minds.
-
-"Do you know, gentlemen," said he, "that a storm is gathering dark
-on the horizon of New France. The English are making tremendous
-preparations, and everything seems to indicate an early attack."
-
-"And then?" exclaimed Uncle Raoul.
-
-"Then, whatever you like, my dear chevalier," answered the curé; "but
-it must be acknowledged that we have hardly forces enough at our
-command to long resist our powerful neighbors."
-
-"My dear abbé," exclaimed Uncle Raoul, "I think that in your reading
-this morning you must have stumbled on a chapter of the lamentations of
-Jeremiah."
-
-"I might turn your weapon against yourself," retorted the priest, "by
-reminding you that those prophecies were fulfilled."
-
-"No matter," almost shouted Uncle Raoul, clinching his teeth. "The
-English, indeed! The English take Canada! By heaven, I would undertake
-to defend Quebec with my crutch. You forget, it seems, that we have
-always beaten the English; that we have beaten them against all
-odds--five to one--ten to one--sometimes twenty to one! The English,
-indeed!"
-
-"_Concedo_," said the curé; "I am ready to grant all you claim, and
-more too if you like. But mark this. We grow weaker and weaker with
-every victory, while the enemy, thanks to the foresight of England,
-rises with new strength from each defeat; meanwhile, France leaves us
-to our own resources."
-
-"Which shows," exclaimed Captain D'Haberville, "the faith our King
-reposes in our courage."
-
-"Meanwhile," interposed M. d'Egmont, "he sends us so few soldiers that
-the colony grows weaker day by day."
-
-"Give us but plenty of powder and lead," answered the captain,
-"and a hundred of my militia will do more in such a war as that
-which is coming upon us--a war of reconnoitrings, ambuscades, and
-surprises--than would five hundred of the best soldiers of France. I
-speak from experience. For all that, however, we stand in great need
-of help from the mother country. Would that a few of those battalions
-which our beloved monarch pours into the north of Europe to fight the
-battles of Austria, might be devoted to the defense of the colony."
-
-"You might rather wish," said "the good gentleman," "that Louis XV had
-left Maria Theresa to fight it out with Prussia, and had paid a little
-more attention to New France."
-
-"It is perhaps hardly becoming in a young man like me," said Lochiel,
-"to mix myself up in your arguments; but, to make up for my lack of
-experience, I will call history to my aid. Beware of the English,
-beware of a government ever alive to the interests of its colonies,
-which it identifies with the interests of the empire; beware of a
-nation which has the tenacity of the bull-dog. If the conquest of
-Canada is necessary to her she will never swerve from her purpose or
-count the sacrifice. Witness my unhappy country."
-
-"Bah!" cried Uncle Raoul, "the Scotch, indeed!"
-
-Lochiel began to laugh.
-
-"Gently, my dear Uncle Raoul," said "the good gentleman"; "and, to make
-use of your favorite maxim when you are collecting the rents, let us
-render unto Cæsar that which is Cæsar's. I have studied the history of
-Scotland, and I can assure you that neither in valor nor in patriotism
-need the Scotch yield place to any other nation, ancient or modern."
-
-"Oh, you see, I only wanted to tease this other nephew of mine,"
-exclaimed Uncle Raoul, swelling his chest; "for we know a little
-history ourselves, thank God. No one knows better than Archie my esteem
-for his fellow-countrymen, and my admiration for their dashing courage."
-
-"Yes, dear uncle, and I thank you for it," said Archie, grasping him
-by the hand; "but distrust the English profoundly. Beware of their
-perseverance, and remember the _Delenda est Carthago_ of the Romans."
-
-"So much the better," said Jules. "I will be grateful to their
-perseverance if it brings me back to Canada with my regiment. May I do
-my first fighting against them here, on this soil of Canada, which I
-love and which holds all that is dearest to me! You shall come with me,
-my brother, and shall take revenge in this new world for all that you
-have suffered in your own country."
-
-"With all my heart," cried Archie, grasping the handle of his knife as
-if it were the terrible claymore of the Camerons. "I will serve as a
-volunteer in your company, if I can not get a commission as an officer;
-and the simple soldier will be as proud of your exploits as if he had a
-hand in them himself."
-
-The young men warmed into excitement at the thought of heroic deeds;
-the great black eyes of Jules shot fire, and the old warlike ardor of
-the race suddenly flamed out in him. This spirit was infectious, and
-from all lips came the cry of _Vive le Roi_! From the eyes of mother,
-sister, and aunt, in spite of all their efforts to restrain them, there
-escaped a few tears silently.
-
-The conversation became eager. Campaigns were planned, the English were
-beaten by sea and land, and Canada was set upon a pinnacle of splendor
-and prosperity.
-
-"Fill up your glasses," cried Captain D'Haberville, pouring himself out
-a bumper. "I am going to propose a health which everybody will drink
-with applause: 'Success to our arms; and may the glorious flag of the
-_fleur-de-lys_ float forever over every fortress of New France!'"
-
-Just as they were raising the glasses to their lips a terrific report
-was heard. It was like a stupendous clap of thunder, or as if some
-huge body had fallen upon the manor house, which shook to its very
-foundations. Every one rushed out of doors. The sun was shining with
-all the brilliance of a perfect day in July. They scaled the roof, but
-there was no sign anywhere that the house had been struck. Every one
-was stupefied with awe, the seigneur himself appearing particularly
-impressed. "Can it be," he exclaimed, "that this phenomenon presages
-the fall of my house!"
-
-In vain did M. d'Egmont, the priest, and Uncle Raoul endeavor to
-refer the phenomenon to ordinary causes; they could not remove the
-painful impression it had left. The glasses were left unemptied in the
-dining-room, and the little company passed into the drawing-room to
-take their coffee.
-
-What took place afterward only confirmed the D'Haberville family in
-their superstitious fears. Who knows, after all, whether such omens,
-to which the ancient world lent implicit belief, may not indeed be
-warnings from heaven when some great evil threatens us? If, indeed,
-we must reject all that our feeble reason comprehends not, we should
-speedily become Pyrrhonists, utter skeptics, like Molière's Marphorius.
-Who knows? But one might write a whole chapter on this "who knows."
-
-The weather, which had been so fine all day, began to cloud up toward
-six o'clock in the evening. By seven the rain fell in torrents; the
-thunder seemed to shatter the vault of heaven, and a great mass of
-rock, struck by a thunder-bolt, fell from the bluff with terrific noise
-and obliterated the highway.
-
-Captain D'Haberville, who had carried on an immense deal of forest
-warfare along with his Indian allies, had become tinctured with many of
-their superstitions; and when the disasters of 1759 fell upon him, he
-was convinced that they had been foretold to him two years before.
-
-Jules, seated at supper between his mother and sister and holding
-their hands in his, shared in their depression. In order to turn their
-thoughts into another channel, he asked his mother to tell one of those
-stories with which she used to amuse his childhood.
-
-"It would give me," said he, "yet another memory of the tenderest of
-mothers to take with me to Europe."
-
-"I can refuse my boy nothing," said Madame D'Haberville; and she began
-the following story:
-
-"A mother had an only child, a little girl, fair as a lily, whose great
-blue eyes wandered from her mother to heaven and back from heaven to
-her mother, only to fix themselves on heaven at last. How proud and
-happy was this loving mother when every one praised the beauty of her
-child! Her cheeks like the rose just blown, her tresses fair and soft
-as the beaten flax and falling over her shoulders in gracious waves!
-Immeasurably happy was this good mother.
-
-"At last she lost the child she idolized; and, like Rachel, she would
-not be comforted. She passed her days in the cemetery embracing the
-little grave. Mad with grief, she kept calling to the child with
-ceaseless pleadings:
-
-"'My darling! my darling! listen to your mother, who is come to carry
-you to your own bed, where you shall sleep so warmly! Oh, how cold you
-must be under the wet sod!'
-
-"She kept her ear close to the earth, as if she expected a response.
-She trembled at every slightest noise, and sobbed to discover that
-it was but the murmur of the weeping willow moved by the breeze. The
-passers-by used to say: 'This grass, so incessantly watered by her
-weeping, should be always green; but her tears are so bitter that they
-wither it, even like the fierce sun of midday after a heavy shower.'
-
-"She wept beside a brook where the little one had been accustomed to
-play with pebbles, and in whose pure stream she had so often washed the
-little feet. The passers-by used to say:
-
-"'This mother sheds so many tears that she swells the current of the
-stream!'
-
-"She nursed her grief in every room wherein the little one had played.
-She opened the trunk in which she kept religiously all the child's
-belongings--its clothes, its playthings, the little gold-lined cup of
-silver from which she had last given it to drink. Passionately she
-kissed the little shoes, and her sobs would have melted a heart of
-steel.
-
-"She went continually to the village church to pray, to implore God to
-work one miracle in her behalf, and give her back her child. And the
-voice of God seemed to answer her:
-
-"'Like David you shall go to her, but she shall not return to you.'
-
-"Then she would cry:
-
-"'When, Lord, when shall such joy be mine?'
-
-"She threw herself down before the image of the blessed Virgin, our
-Lady of Sorrows; and it seemed to her that the eyes of the Madonna
-rested upon her sadly, and that she read in them these words:
-
-"'Endure with patience, even as I have done, O daughter of Eve, till
-the day when your mourning shall be turned into gladness.'
-
-"And the unhappy mother cried anew:
-
-"'But when, when will that blessed day come, O Mother of God?'
-
-"One day the wretched mother, having prayed with more than her usual
-fervor, having shed, if possible, more tears than was her wont, fell
-asleep in the church, exhausted with her grief. The sexton shut the
-doors without noticing her. It must have been about midnight when
-she awoke. A ray of moonlight illuminating the altar revealed to her
-that she was yet in the church. Far from being terrified, she rather
-rejoiced at her situation, if such a thing as joy could be said to find
-any place in her sad heart.
-
-"'Now,' said she, 'I can pray alone with God, alone with the Blessed
-Virgin, alone with myself!'
-
-"Just as she was going to kneel down a low sound made her raise her
-head.
-
-"She saw an old man, who, entering by one of the side doors of the
-sacristy, made his way to the altar with a lighted taper in his hand.
-She saw with astonishment that it was the former sexton, dead twenty
-years before. She felt no fear at the sight, for every sentiment of her
-breast had been swallowed up in grief. The specter climbed the altar
-steps, lighted the candles, and made the customary preparations for the
-celebration of a _requiem_ mass. When he turned she saw that his eyes
-were fixed and expressionless, like those of a statue. He re-entered
-the sacristy, but reappeared almost at once, followed this time by a
-venerable priest bearing a chalice and clothed in full vestments. His
-great eyes, wide open, were filled with sadness; his movements were
-like those of an automaton. She recognized the old priest, twenty years
-dead, who had baptized her and given her her first communion. Far from
-being terrified by this marvel, the poor mother, wrapped up in her
-sorrow, concluded that her old friend had been touched by her despair,
-and had broken the bonds of the sepulchre for her sake.
-
-"All was somber, grim, and silent in this mass thus celebrated and
-ministered by the dead. The candles cast a feeble light like that of
-a dying lamp. At the moment when the bell of the '_Sanctus_,' striking
-with a dull sound, as when a bone is broken by the grave-digger in
-some old cemetery, announced the descent of Christ upon the altar, the
-door of the sacristy opened anew and admitted a procession of little
-children, marching two and two, who traversed the choir and filed into
-the space to the right of the altar. These children, the oldest of whom
-had had scarce six years of life upon earth, wore crowns of immortelles
-and carried in their hands, some of them baskets of flowers, some of
-them little vases of perfume, others cups of gold and silver filled
-with a transparent liquid. They stepped lightly, and a celestial
-rapture shone upon their faces. One only, a little girl at the end of
-the procession, appeared to follow the others painfully, loaded down
-as she was with two great jars which she could hardly drag. Her little
-feet, reddening under the pressure, were lifted heavily, and her crown
-of immortelles seemed withered. The poor mother strove to reach out
-her arms, to utter a cry of joy on recognizing her own little one, but
-she found that she could neither move nor speak. She watched all the
-children file past her into the place to the left of the altar, and she
-recognized several who had but lately died. When her own child, bending
-under her burden, passed before her, she noticed that at every step
-the two jars besprinkled the floor with the water that filled them to
-the brim. When the little one's eyes met those of her mother, she saw
-in their depths a mingling of sadness, tenderness, and reproach. The
-poor woman strove to clasp her in her arms, but sight and consciousness
-alike fled from her. When she recovered from her swoon the church was
-empty.
-
-"In a monastery about a league from the village, dwelt a monk who was
-renowned for his sanctity.
-
-"This old man never left his cell, save to listen with sympathy to the
-bitter confessions of sinners, or to succor the afflicted. To the first
-he said:
-
-"'I know the corruptness of man's nature, so be not cast down; come to
-me with confidence and courage every time you fall, and my arms shall
-ever be open to lift you up again.'
-
-"To the second he said: 'Since God, who is so good, lays this burden
-upon you now, he is reserving you for infinite joys hereafter.'
-
-"To all he said: 'If I should confess to you the story of my life, you
-would be astonished to behold in me a man who has been the sport of
-unbridled passion, and my misfortunes would melt you to tears.'
-
-"The poor mother threw herself sobbing at his feet, and told him
-the marvelous thing she had seen. The compassionate old man, who
-had sounded the depths of the human heart, beheld here a favorable
-opportunity to set bounds to this excessive anguish.
-
-"'My dear child,' said he, 'our overwrought imagination often cheats
-us with illusions which must be relegated to the realms of dream.
-Nevertheless, the Church teaches us that such marvels can really take
-place. It is not for us in our ignorance to set limit to the power
-of God. It is not for us to question the decrees of Him who took the
-worlds into his hand and launched them into space. I accept, then, the
-vision, and I will explain it to you. This priest, coming from the tomb
-to say a mass, doubtless obtained God's permission to fulfill part
-of his sacred ministry which he had left undone; and the sexton, by
-forgetfulness or negligence, was probably the cause of his omission.
-The children crowned with immortelles are those who died with their
-baptismal grace unimpaired. They who carried baskets of flowers or
-vases of perfume are those whose mothers gave them up to God with
-holy resignation, comforted by the thought that they were exchanging
-this world of pain for the celestial country and the ineffable light
-about the throne. In the little cups of gold and silver were the tears
-of mothers who, though torn by the anguish of their loss yet taught
-themselves to cry: "The Lord gave and the Lord hath taken away; blessed
-be the name of the Lord."'
-
-"On her knees the poor mother drank in the old man's words. As Martha
-exclaimed at the feet of Christ, 'Lord, if thou hadst been here, my
-brother had not died. But I know that even now, whatever thou wilt ask
-of God, God will give it thee,' even so the poor mother cried in her
-ardent faith, 'If thou hadst been with me, my father, my little one
-would not have died; but I know that even now, whatsoever thou wilt ask
-of God, God will give it thee.'
-
-"The good monk reflected a moment and prayed God for wisdom. It was a
-sentence of life or of death that he was about to pronounce upon this
-mother who appeared inconsolable. He was about to strike a blow which
-should either restore her to reason or break her heart forever. He took
-her hands in his withered and trembling clasp, and said gently:
-
-"'You loved, then, this child whom you have lost?'
-
-"'Loved her? My God, what a question!' And she threw herself moaning at
-his feet. Then, raising herself suddenly, she grasped the skirt of his
-cassock and besought him through her sobs: 'You are a saint, my father;
-oh, give me back my child--my darling!'
-
-"'Yes,' said the monk, 'you loved your little one. Doubtless you would
-have done much to spare her even the lightest grief?'
-
-"'Anything, everything, my father!' exclaimed the poor woman; 'I would
-have been rolled on the hot coals to spare her a little burn.'
-
-"'I believe you,' said the monk; 'and doubtless you love her yet?'
-
-"'Do I love her? Merciful Heaven!' cried the wretched mother, springing
-to her feet as if bitten by a serpent; 'I see, priest, that you know
-little of a mother's love if you imagine death can efface it.' And
-trembling from head to foot, she burst again into a torrent of tears.
-
-"'Begone, woman,' said the old man, forcing himself to speak with
-sternness; 'begone, woman, who hast come to impose upon me; begone,
-woman, who liest to God and to his priest. Thou hast seen thy little
-one staggering under the burden of thy tears, which she gathers drop
-by drop, and thou tellest me that thou lovest her! She is near thee
-now, toiling at her task; and thou sayest that thou lovest her! Begone,
-woman, for thou liest to God and to his minister!'
-
-"The eyes of the poor woman were opened as if she were awaking from a
-frightful dream. She confessed that her grief had been insensate, and
-she besought the pardon of God.
-
-"'Go in peace,' said the old man; 'resign yourself to God's will, and
-the peace of God will be shed upon your soul.'
-
-"Some days after, she told the good monk that her little one, radiant
-with joy and carrying a basket of flowers, had appeared to her in a
-dream and thanked her for having ceased from her tears. The good woman,
-who was rich in this world's goods, devoted the rest of days and her
-substance to charity. To the children of the poor she gave most loving
-attention, and adopted several of them. When she died they wrote upon
-her tomb, 'Here lies the mother of the orphans.'"
-
-All were deeply moved by Madame D'Haberville's story, and some were
-even in tears. Jules embraced his mother, and left the room to hide his
-emotion.
-
-"O God," he cried, "guard this life of mine! for if evil should befall
-me, my loving mother would be as inconsolable as the mother in the
-story she has just told us."
-
-A day or two later Jules and Archie were tossing upon the Atlantic; and
-at the end of two months, after a prosperous voyage, they reached the
-shores of France.
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER XI.
-
-THE BURNING OF THE SOUTH SHORE.
-
- They came upon us in the night,
- And brake my bower and slew my knight:
- My servant a' for life did flee
- And left us in the extremitie.
-
- They slew my knight, to me so dear;
- They slew my knight, and drove his gear;
- The moon may set, the sun may rise,
- But a deadly sleep has closed his eyes.
-
-_Waverley._
-
-
-The trees were once more clothed in their wonted green after the
-passing of a northern winter. The woods and fields were enameled in a
-thousand colors, and the birds were raising their cheerful voices to
-greet the spring of the year 1759. All Nature smiled; only man seemed
-sorrowful and cast down; and the laborer no more lifted his gay song,
-and the greater portion of the lands lay fallow for lack of hands to
-till them. A cloud hung over all New France, for the mother country, a
-veritable step-mother, had abandoned her Canadian children. Left to its
-own resources, the Government had called to arms every able-bodied man
-to defend the colony against the invasion that menaced it. The English
-had made vast preparations. Their fleet, consisting of twenty ships of
-the line, ten frigates, and eighteen smaller vessels, accompanied by a
-number of transports, and carrying eighteen thousand men, was ascending
-the St. Lawrence under the command of General Wolfe; while two land
-armies, yet more numerous, were moving to effect a junction under the
-very walls of Quebec.
-
-The whole adult population of Canada capable of bearing arms had
-responded with ardor to their country's appeal; and there remained
-at home none but the old and feeble, the women and the children. To
-resist an army more numerous than the entire population of New France
-the Canadians had little but the memory of past exploits, and of their
-glorious victory at Carillon in the preceding year. Of what avail their
-proved courage against an enemy so overpowering and sworn to their
-defeat?
-
-You have long been misunderstood, my brethren of old Canada! Most
-cruelly have you been slandered. Honor to them who have lifted
-your memory from the dust! Honor, a hundred times honor, to our
-fellow-countryman, M. Garneau, who has rent the veil that covered
-your exploits! Shame to us who, instead of searching the ancient and
-glorious annals of our race, were content to bow before the reproach
-that we were a conquered people! Shame to us who were almost ashamed
-to call ourselves Canadians! Dreading to confess ourselves ignorant of
-the history of Assyrians, Medes, and Persians, that of our own country
-remained a sealed book to us.
-
-Within the last few years there has come a glorious reaction. Every one
-sets his hand to the work and the Canadian can now say with Francis I,
-"All is lost save honor." I am far from believing, however, that all
-is lost. The cession of Canada was, perhaps, a blessing in disguise;
-for the horrors of '93 failed to touch this fortunate colony which
-was protected by the flag of Britain. We have gathered new laurels,
-fighting beneath the banner of England and twice has the colony been
-saved to England by the courage of her new subjects. In Parliament, at
-the bar, upon the field of battle, everywhere in his small sphere, the
-French Canadian has proved himself inferior to none. For a century have
-you struggled, O my countrymen, to preserve your nationality, and you
-behold it yet intact. The future perhaps holds for you another century
-of effort and struggle to guard it. Take heart and stand together,
-fellow-countrymen.
-
-Two detachments of the English army were disembarked at Rivière Ouelle,
-at the beginning of June, '79. Some of the _habitants_ of the parish,
-concealed in the skirts of the wood, received them with a sharp fire
-and killed several men. The commander, exasperated at this loss,
-resolved to take signal vengeance. The two detachments ascended the
-river and encamped toward evening beside a brook which empties in Bay
-Ste. Anne, southwest of where the college now stands. On the following
-morning the commander ordered one of the companies to get ready to
-march, and summoning the lieutenant gave him the following orders:
-
-"Every house you come across belonging to these dogs of Frenchmen, set
-fire to it. I will follow you a little later."
-
-"But," said the young officer, who was a Scotchman, "must I burn the
-dwellings of those who offer no resistance? They say there is no one
-left in these houses except old men, women, and children."
-
-"I think, sir," replied Major Montgomery, "that my orders are quite
-clear. You will set fire to every house belonging to these dogs of
-Frenchmen. I had forgotten your weakness for our enemies."
-
-The young man bit his lips till they bled, and marched his men away.
-The reader has, doubtless, recognized in this young man none other
-than Archie de Lochiel, who, having made his peace with the British
-Government, had recovered possession of his estates and had obtained
-a lieutenancy in a regiment which he had himself recruited among the
-Highlanders of his own clan. Archie marched off groaning and muttering
-all the curses he could think of in English, Gaelic, and French. At the
-first house where he stopped a young woman flung herself weeping at his
-feet, crying piteously:
-
-"Good sir, do not kill my poor old father. Do not shorten his days. He
-has but a little while to live."
-
-A little boy eleven or twelve years old grasped him about the knees and
-exclaimed:
-
-"Mister Englishman, do not kill grandpapa! If you only knew how good he
-is!"
-
-"Do not fear," said Archie, entering the house, "I have no orders to
-kill old men, women, and children. They doubtless supposed," he added
-bitterly, "that I should meet none such on my route."
-
-Stretched on a bed of pain lay a decrepit old man.
-
-"I have been a soldier all my life, monsieur," said he. "I do not fear
-death, with whom I have been often face to face, but, in the name of
-God, spare my daughter and her child!"
-
-"They shall not be injured," replied Archie, with tears in his eyes;
-"but if you are a soldier, you know that a soldier has to obey
-orders. I am ordered to burn all the buildings on my line of march,
-and I have to obey. Whither shall we move you, father? Listen," he
-added, speaking close in the old man's ear. "Your grandson appears
-active and intelligent. Let him get a horse and hasten to warn your
-fellow-countrymen that I have to burn down all the houses on my road.
-They will, perhaps, have time to save the most valuable of their
-belongings."
-
-"You are a good and brave young man!" cried the old man. "If you were
-a Catholic I would give you my blessing; but thank you a thousand
-times, thank you!"
-
-"I am a Catholic," said Lochiel.
-
-The old man raised himself with difficulty, lifted his eyes toward
-heaven, spread his hands over Archie's bended head, and cried: "May God
-bless you for this act of humanity! In the day of heavy affliction,
-when you implore the pity of Heaven, may God take count of your
-compassion toward your enemies and give ear to your prayers! Say to him
-then with confidence in the sorest trials, 'I have the blessing of a
-dying old man, my enemy.'"
-
-The old man in his bed was hastily carried by the soldiers to an
-adjoining wood, and when he resumed his march Lochiel had the
-satisfaction of seeing the little boy mounted on a swift horse and
-devouring the miles beneath him. Archie breathed more freely at the
-sight.
-
-The work of destruction went on; but from time to time, whenever he
-reached the top of a hill, Archie had the satisfaction of seeing old
-men, women, and children, loaded down with their possessions, taking
-refuge in the neighboring woods. If he wept for their misfortunes,
-he rejoiced in his heart that he had done everything in his power to
-mitigate them.
-
-All the houses of a portion of Rivière Ouelle, and of the parishes of
-Ste. Anne and St. Roch, along the edge of the St. Lawrence, were by
-this time in ashes, yet there came no order to cease from the work
-of destruction. From time to time, on the contrary, Lochiel saw the
-division of his superior officer, following in his rear, come to a halt
-on a piece of rising ground, doubtless for the purpose of permitting
-Major Montgomery to gloat over the results of his barbarous order.
-
-The first house of St. Jean-Port-Joli was that of a rich _habitant_,
-a sergeant in Captain D'Haberville's company. Frequently during his
-vacations had Archie lunched at this house with Jules and his sister.
-With what a pang he recalled the eager hospitality of these people.
-On their arrival, Mother Dupont and her daughters used to run to the
-dairy, the barn, the garden, for eggs, butter, cream, parsley, and
-chervil, to make them pancakes and herb omelettes. Father Dupont and
-his sons would hasten to put up the horses and give them a generous
-measure of oats. While Mother Dupont was preparing the meal, the young
-people would make a hasty toilet. Then they would get up a dance, and
-skip merrily to the notes of the violin which screeched beneath the
-old sergeant's bow. In spite of the remonstrances of Blanche, Jules
-would turn everything upside down and tease everybody to death. He
-would snatch the frying-pan from the hands of Mother Dupont, throw
-his arm around her waist, and compel her, in spite of her struggles,
-to dance with him; and these good people would shout with laughter
-till one would think they could never get too much of the racket. All
-these things Lochiel went over in the bitterness of his soul, and a
-cold sweat broke out on his brow as he ordered the burning of this
-hospitable home.
-
-Almost all the houses in the first concession of St. Jean-Port-Joli
-were by this time in ruins, yet there came no order to desist. About
-sunset, however, coming to the little river Port Joli, a few arpents
-from the D'Haberville place, Lochiel took it upon himself to halt his
-company. He climbed the hillside, and there, in sight of the manor, he
-waited; he waited like a criminal upon the scaffold, hoping against
-hope that a reprieve may come at the last moment. His heart was big
-with tender memories as he gazed upon the dwelling where for ten
-years the exiled orphan had been received as a child of the house.
-Sorrowfully he looked down on the silent village which had been so
-full of life when last he saw it. Some pigeons fluttering over the
-buildings and from time to time alighting on the roofs appeared to be
-the only living creatures about the manor. Sighing, he repeated the
-words of Ossian:
-
-"'Selma, thy halls are silent. There is no sound in the woods of
-Morven. The wave tumbles alone in the coast. The silent beam of the sun
-is on the field.'
-
-"_Oh! Oui! Mes amis!_" cried Lochiel, in the language that he loved,
-"_vos salons sont maintenant, hélas! deserts et silencieux!_ There is
-no sound upon this hill which so lately was echoing your bright voices.
-I hear only the ripples lapping upon the sand. One pale ray from the
-setting sun is all that lights your meadows.
-
-"What shall I do, kind Heaven, if the rage of the brute who commands me
-is not yet sated? Should I refuse to obey him? Then am I dishonored. A
-soldier can not in time of war refuse to carry out the orders of his
-commander. This brute could have me shot upon the spot, and the shield
-of the Camerons would be forever tarnished. Who would trouble himself
-to see that justice was done to the memory of the soldier who chose
-death rather than the stain of ingratitude? On the contrary, that which
-was with me but an emotion of grateful remembrance, would certainly
-be imputed to me for treason by this creature who hounds me with his
-devilish malice."
-
-The harsh voice of Major Montgomery put an end to these reflections.
-
-"What are you doing here?" he growled.
-
-"I have left my men by the edge of the river, and was proposing to
-encamp there after our long march."
-
-"It is not late," answered the major, "and you know the country better
-than I. You will easily find for your encampment another place than
-that which I have just chosen for myself."
-
-"I will march at once," said Archie. "There is another river about a
-mile from here where we can camp for the night."
-
-"Very well," said Montgomery, in an insolent voice; "and as you have
-but a few more houses to burn in this district, your men will soon be
-able to rest."
-
-"It is true," said Lochiel, "for there remain but five more dwellings.
-Two of these, however, the group of buildings which you see yonder and
-a mill on the stream where I am going to camp, belong to the Seigneur
-D'Haberville, the man who during my exile took me in and treated me as
-a son. For God's sake, Major Montgomery, give the order yourself for
-their destruction!"
-
-"I never should have believed," replied the major, "that a British
-officer would have dared to utter treason."
-
-"You forget, sir," said Archie, restraining himself with difficulty,
-"that I was then a mere child. But once more I implore you, in the name
-of all you hold most dear, give the order yourself, and do not force
-upon me the dishonor of setting the torch to the home of them who in my
-days of adversity heaped me with benefits."
-
-"I understand," replied the major, with a sneer, "you wish to keep a
-way open to return to the favor of your friends when occasion shall
-arise."
-
-At this insulting sarcasm Archie was tempted for an instant to draw his
-claymore and cry:
-
-"If you are not as cowardly as you are insolent, defend yourself, Major
-Montgomery!"
-
-Happily, reason came to his aid. Instead of grasping his sword, his
-hand directed itself mechanically toward his breast, which he tore
-fiercely. Then he remembered the words of the witch:
-
-"Keep your pity for yourself, Archibald de Lochiel, when, forced to
-execute a barbarous order, your nails shall tear that breast which
-covers, nevertheless, a noble heart."
-
-"She was indeed taught of hell, that woman," thought he, "when she
-uttered that prophecy to a Cameron of Lochiel."
-
-With malicious pleasure Montgomery watched for a moment the strife of
-passions which tortured the young man's heart. He gloated over his
-despair. Then, persuaded that Archie would refuse to obey, he turned
-his back upon him. Lochiel, perceiving his treacherous design, hastened
-to rejoin his men, and a half-hour later the buildings were in flames.
-Archie paused beside the fountain where in happier days he had so often
-refreshed himself with his friends; and from that spot his lynx-like
-eyes discerned Montgomery, who had returned to the hill-top, and there
-with folded arms stood feasting on the cruel scene.
-
-Foaming with rage at the sight of his enemy, Archie cried:
-
-"You have a good memory, Montgomery. You have not forgotten the time
-when my ancestor beat your grandfather with the flat of his saber in an
-Edinburgh tavern. But I, also, have a good memory. I shall not always
-wear this uniform that now ties my hands, and sooner or later I will
-redouble the dose upon your own shoulders, for you would be too much
-of a coward to meet me in fair fight. A beast like you can not possess
-even the one virtue of courage. Curse be you and all your race! When
-you come to die may you be less fortunate than those whose dwellings
-you have desolated to-day, and may you have no place to lay your head!
-May all the pangs of hell--"
-
-Then, ashamed of the impotence of his rage, he moved away with a groan.
-
-The mill upon the Trois-Saumons River was soon but a heap of cinders,
-and the burning of Captain D'Haberville's property in Quebec, which
-took place during the siege, was all that was needed to complete his
-ruin.
-
-After taking the necessary precautions for the safety of his company,
-Archie directed his steps to the desolated manor. There, seated on the
-summit of the bluff, he gazed in the silence of anguish on the smoking
-ruins at his feet. It must have been about nine o'clock. The night
-was dark, and few stars revealed themselves in the sky. Presently,
-however, he made out a living creature wandering among the ruins. It
-was old Niger, who lifted his head toward the bluff and began howling
-piteously. Archie thought the faithful animal was reproaching him with
-his ingratitude, and bitter tears scalded his cheeks.
-
-"Behold," said he, "the fruits of what we call the code of honor of
-civilized nations! Are these the fruits of Christianity, that religion
-of compassion which teaches us to love even our enemies? If my
-commander were one of these savage chiefs, whom we treat as barbarians,
-and I had said to him: 'Spare this house, for it belongs to my friends.
-I was a wanderer and a fugitive, and they took me in and gave me a
-father and a brother,' the Indian chief would have answered: 'It is
-well; spare your friends; it is only the viper that stings the bosom
-that has warmed it.'
-
-"I have always lived in the hope," went on Lochiel, "of one day
-rejoining my Canadian friends, whom I love to-day more than ever, if
-that were possible. No reconciliation would have been required. It was
-natural I should seek to regain my patrimony, so nearly dissipated
-by the confiscations of the British Government. There remained to
-me no career but the army, the only one worthy of a Cameron. I had
-recovered my father's sword, which one of my friends had bought back
-from among the spoils of Culloden. Bearing this blade, which had never
-known a stain, I dreamed of a glorious career. I was grieved, indeed,
-when I learned that my regiment was to be sent against New France;
-but a soldier could not resign in time of war without disgrace. My
-friends would have understood that. But what hope now for the ingrate
-who has ravaged the hearth of his benefactors! Jules D'Haberville,
-whom I once called my brother, his gentle and saintly mother, who
-took me to her heart, the fair girl whom I called my sister to hide a
-deeper feeling--these will, perhaps, hear my justification and end by
-forgiving me. But Captain D'Haberville, who loves with all his heart,
-but who never forgives an injury, can it be imagined that he will
-permit his family to utter my name, unless to curse it?
-
-"But I am a coward and a fool," continued Archie, grinding his teeth,
-"I should have declared before my men my reasons for refusing to obey,
-and, though Montgomery had had me shot upon the spot, there would
-have been found loyal spirits to approve my refusal and to right my
-memory. I have been a coward and a fool, for in case the major, instead
-of having me shot, had tried me before a court-martial, even while
-pronouncing my death sentence they would have appreciated my motives.
-I would have been eloquent in the defense of my honor, and of that
-noblest of human sentiments, gratitude. Oh, my friends, would that you
-could see my remorse! Coward, ten thousand times coward!--"
-
-A voice near him repeated the words "Coward, ten thousand times
-coward!" He thought at first it was the echo from the bluff. He
-raised his head and perceived the witch of the manor standing erect
-on a projecting rock. She stretched out her hands over the ruins, and
-cried: "Woe! woe! woe!" Then she descended like lightning, by a steep
-and dangerous path, and wandered to and fro among the ruins, crying:
-"Desolation! desolation! desolation!" At length she raised her arm with
-a gesture of menace, pointed to the summit of the bluff, and cried in a
-loud voice: "Woe to you, Archibald de Lochiel!"
-
-The old dog howled long and plaintively, then silence fell upon the
-scene.
-
-Archie's head sank upon his breast. The next moment four savages sprang
-upon him, hurled him to the ground, and bound his hands. These were
-four warriors of the Abénaquis, who had been spying upon the movements
-of the English ever since their landing at Rivière Ouelle. Relying upon
-his tremendous strength, Archie made desperate efforts to break his
-bonds. The tough moose-hide which enwound his wrists in triple coils
-stretched mightily, but resisted all his efforts. Seeing this, Archie
-resigned himself to his fate, and followed his captors quietly into the
-forest. His vigorous Scottish legs spared him further ill treatment.
-Bitter were the reflections of the captive during the rapid southward
-march through the forest, wherein he had so often hunted with his
-brother D'Haberville. Heedless of the fierce delight of the Indians,
-whose eyes flashed at the sight of his despair, he exclaimed:
-
-"You have conquered, Montgomery; my curses recoil upon my own head. You
-will proclaim that I have deserted to the enemy, that I am a traitor as
-you long suspected. You will rejoice indeed, for I have lost all, even
-honor." And like Job, he cursed the day that he was born.
-
-After two hours' rapid marching they arrived at the foot of the
-mountain which overlooks Trois Saumons Lake, on which water Archie
-concluded that they would find an encampment of the Abénaquis. Coming
-to the edge of the lake, one of his captors uttered three times the
-cry of the osprey; and the seven echoes of the mountain repeated, each
-three times, the piercing and strident call of the great swan of Lower
-Canada. At any other time Lochiel would have thrilled with admiration
-at the sight of this beautiful water outspread beneath the starlight,
-enringed with mountains and seeded with green-crowned islets. It was
-the same lake to which, for ten happy years, he had made hunting and
-fishing excursions with his friends. It was the same lake which he had
-swum at its widest part to prove his prowess. But to-night all Nature
-appeared as dead as the heart within him. From one of the islets came
-a birch canoe, paddled by a man in Indian garb, but wearing a cap of
-fox-skin. The new comer held a long conversation with the four savages,
-but Archie was ignorant of the Abénaquis tongue, and could make out
-nothing of what they said. Two of the Indians thereupon started off to
-the southwest; but Archie was put into the canoe and taken to the islet.
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER XII.
-
-A NIGHT AMONG THE SAVAGES.
-
- What tragic tears bedew the eye!
- What deaths we suffer ere we die!
- Our broken friendships we deplore,
- And loves of youth that are no more.
-
-+Logan.+
-
- All, all on earth is shadow, all beyond
- Is substance; the reverse is folly's creed.
- How solid all where change shall be no more!
-
-+Young's+ _Night Thoughts._
-
-
-Having cursed his enemy and the day of his birth, Lochiel had gradually
-come to a more Christian frame of mind, as he lay bound to a tree and
-all hope banished from his heart. He knew that the savages scarcely
-ever spared their captives, and that a slow and hideous death was in
-store for him. Recovering his natural force of mind, he hardly took
-care to pray for his deliverance; but he implored of Heaven forgiveness
-for his sins and strength to bear the tortures that were before him. Of
-what account, thought he, the judgment of men when the dream of life is
-over? And he bowed himself beneath the hand of God.
-
-The three warriors were seated around within a dozen feet of Lochiel,
-smoking in silence. The Indians are naturally reserved, regarding light
-conversation as only suitable to women and children. One of them,
-however, by name Talamousse, speaking to the man of the island, made
-inquiry:
-
-"Will my brother wait long here for the warriors from the Portage?"
-
-"Three days," answered the latter, lifting up three fingers.
-"Grand-Loutre and Talamousse will depart to-morrow with the prisoner.
-The Frenchman will rejoin them at the encampment of Captain Launière."
-
-"It is well," said Grand-Loutre, extending his hand toward the south.
-"We are going to take the prisoner to the camp at Petit-Marigotte,
-where we will wait three days for my brother and the warriors from the
-Portage, and then go to the camp of Captain Launière."
-
-For the first time Lochiel perceived that the voice of the man with
-the fox-skin cap was not like that of the other two men, although he
-spoke their language fluently. Hitherto he had suffered in silence the
-torments of a burning thirst. It was a veritable torture of Tantalus,
-with the crystal lake waters lapping at his feet, but, under the
-impression that the man might be a Frenchman, he made bold to say:
-
-"If there is a Christian among you, for God's sake let him give me a
-drink."
-
-"What does the dog want?" said Grand-Loutre to his companion.
-
-The man addressed made no answer for some moments. His whole body
-trembled, his face became pale as death, a cold sweat bathed his
-forehead; then, controlling himself sternly, he answered in his natural
-voice:
-
-"The prisoner asks for a drink."
-
-"Tell the dog of an Englishman," said Talamousse, "that he shall be
-burned to-morrow; and that if he is very thirsty he shall have boiling
-water to drink."
-
-"I am going to tell him," replied the Canadian presently, "that my
-brothers permit me to give their captive a little water."
-
-"Let my brother do as he will," said Talamousse; "the pale faces have
-hearts like young girls."
-
-The Canadian curled a piece of birch bark into the form of a cup,
-filled it with fresh water, and handed it to the prisoner, saying:
-
-"Who are you, sir? In the name of God who are you? Your voice is like
-that of a man who is very dear to me."
-
-"I am Archibald Cameron, of Lochiel," came the answer, "once the friend
-of your countrymen; now their enemy, and well deserving the fate which
-is in store for him."
-
-"Mr. Archie," replied Dumais, for he it was, "although you had slain my
-brother, although it should be necessary for me to cut down these two
-red rascals with my tomahawk, in an hour you shall be free. I shall try
-persuasion before resorting to violent measures. Now silence."
-
-Dumais resumed his place with the Indians, and after a time he remarked:
-
-"The prisoner thanks the red-skins for promising him the death of a
-man; he says that the song of the pale face will be that of a warrior."
-
-"Houa!" said Grand-Loutre, "the Englishman will screech like an owl
-when he sees the fires of our wigwams." And he went on smoking and
-casting glances of contempt upon Lochiel.
-
-"The Englishman," said Talamousse, "speaks like a man while the stake
-is yet far off. The Englishman is a coward who could not suffer thirst.
-He has begged his enemies for a drink like a baby crying for its
-mother." And the Indian spit upon the ground contemptuously.
-
-Dumais opened a wallet, took out some provisions, and offered a portion
-to the savages, who refused to eat. Then he stepped into the woods,
-and after a short search brought out a bottle of brandy. He took a
-drink and began to eat. The eyes of one of the Indians dwelt longingly
-on the bottle.
-
-"Talamousse is not hungry, my brother," said he, "but he is very
-thirsty. He has made a long march to-day and he is very tired. The
-fire-water is good to rest one's legs."
-
-Dumais passed him the bottle. The Indian seized it with a trembling
-hand and gulped down a good half of the contents.
-
-"Ah, but that's good," said he, handing back the bottle; and presently
-his piercing eyes grew glazed, and a vacant look began to creep into
-his face.
-
-"Dumais does not offer any to his brother Grand-Loutre," said the
-Canadian; "he knows that he does not drink fire-water."
-
-"The Great Spirit loves Grand-Loutre," said the latter, "and made him
-throw up the only mouthful of fire-water he ever drank. The Great
-Spirit made him so sick that he thought he was going to visit the
-country of souls. Grand-Loutre is very thankful, for the fire-water
-takes away man's wisdom."
-
-"It is good fire-water," said Talamousse after a moment's silence,
-stretching out his hand toward the bottle, which Dumais removed from
-his reach. "Give me one more drink, my brother, I beg you."
-
-"No," said Dumais, "not now; by and by, perhaps." And he put the bottle
-back into his knapsack.
-
-"The Great Spirit also loves the Canadian," resumed Dumais after a
-pause; "he appeared to him last night in a dream."
-
-"What did he say to my brother?" asked the Indians.
-
-"The Great Spirit told him to buy back the prisoner," answered Dumais.
-
-"My brother lies like a Frenchman," replied Grand-Loutre. "He lies like
-all the pale faces. The red-skins do not lie to them."
-
-"The French never lie when they speak of the Great Spirit," said the
-Canadian; and, opening his knapsack, he took a small sip of brandy.
-
-"Give me, my brother, give me one little drink," said Talamousse,
-stretching out his hand.
-
-"If Talamousse will sell me his share of the prisoner," said Dumais,
-"he shall have another drink."
-
-"Give me all the fire-water," said Talamousse, "and take my share of
-the English dog."
-
-"No," said Dumais, "one more drink and that will be all;" and he made a
-movement to put away the bottle.
-
-"Give it to me, then, and take my share of him."
-
-He seized the bottle in both hands, took a long pull at the precious
-fluid, and then fell asleep on the grass.
-
-"There's one of them fixed," thought Dumais.
-
-Grand-Loutre had been watching all this with an air of defiance, but
-had kept on smoking indifferently.
-
-"Now will my brother sell me his share of the prisoner?" asked Dumais.
-
-"What do you want of him?" replied the savage.
-
-"To sell him to Captain D'Haberville, who will have him hung for
-burning his house. The prisoner will endure like a warrior the tortures
-of the stake, but at sight of the rope he will weep like a girl."
-
-"My brother lies again," replied Grand-Loutre. "All the English that
-we have burned cried out like cowards, and not one of them sang his
-death-song like a man. They would have thanked us to hang them. It is
-only the red warrior who prefers the stake to the disgrace of being
-hung like a dog."
-
-"Let my brother heed my words," said Dumais. "The prisoner is not an
-Englishman, but a Scotchman, and the Scotch are the savages of the
-English. Let my brother observe the prisoner's clothing, and see how
-like it is to that of a savage warrior."
-
-"That is true," said Grand-Loutre. "He does not smother himself in
-clothes like the other soldiers whom the Great Ononthio sends across
-the water. But what has that to do with it?"
-
-"Why," replied the Canadian, "a Scotch warrior would rather be burned
-than be hung. Like the red-skins of Canada, he considers that one hangs
-only dogs, and that if he were to go to the country of souls with the
-rope about his neck the savage warriors would refuse to hunt with him."
-
-"My brother lies again," said the Indian, shaking his head
-incredulously. "The Scotch savages are nevertheless pale faces, and
-they can not have the courage to endure pain like a red-skin." And he
-went on smoking thoughtfully.
-
-"Let my brother hearken, and he will see that I speak the truth," said
-Dumais.
-
-"Speak, thy brother gives ear."
-
-"The English and the Scotch," continued the Canadian, "dwell in a great
-island beyond the great water. The English dwell on the plains, while
-the Scotch inhabit the mountains. The English are as many as the grains
-of sand about the shores of this lake, while the Scotch are but as the
-sands of this little island. Yet the Scotch have withstood the English
-in war for as many moons as there are leaves on this great maple. The
-English are rich, the Scotch poor. When the Scotch beat the English,
-they return to their mountains laden with booty; when the English beat
-the Scotch, they get nothing. The profit is all on one side."
-
-"If the English are so numerous," said Grand-Loutre, "why do they not
-pursue their enemies into the mountains and kill every man of them?
-They could not escape, since, as my brother says, they live on the same
-island."
-
-"Houa!" cried Dumais, after the fashion of the savages, "I will show my
-brother why. The Scotch mountains are so high that if an army of young
-Englishmen were to ascend them but half way, they would be an army of
-graybeards before they got down again."
-
-"The French are always tomfools," said the Indian. "They can't do
-anything but talk nonsense. Soon they will put on petticoats and go
-and sit with our squaws, and amuse them with their funny stories. They
-never talk seriously like men."
-
-"My brother ought to understand," said Dumais, "that what I said was
-merely to impress upon him the remarkable height of the Scottish
-mountains."
-
-"Let my brother continue. Grand-Loutre hears and understands," said the
-Indian, accustomed to this figurative style of speech.
-
-"The Scotch legs are as strong as those of a moose and active as those
-of a roebuck," continued Dumais.
-
-"True," said the Indian, "if they are all like the prisoner here, who,
-in spite of his bonds, kept right on my heels all the way. He has the
-legs of an Indian."
-
-"The English," said Dumais, "are large and strong, but they have soft
-legs and huge bellies. When they pursue their more active enemies into
-the mountains the Scotchmen lie in ambush and kill them by the score.
-The war seemed as if it would last forever. When the English took
-prisoners they used to burn many of them; but these would sing their
-death-song at the stake and heap insult on their torturers by telling
-them that they had drunk out of the skulls of their ancestors."
-
-"Houa!" cried Grand-Loutre, "they are men these Scotch."
-
-"The Scotch had a great chief named Wallace, a mighty warrior. When he
-set out for war the earth trembled under his feet. He was as tall as
-yonder fir-tree and as strong as an army. An accursed wretch betrayed
-him for money, he was taken prisoner and sentenced to be hung. At
-this news a cry of rage and grief went up from all the mountains of
-Scotland. All the warriors painted their faces black, a great council
-was held, and ten chiefs bearing the pipe of peace set out for England.
-They were conducted into a great wigwam, the council fire was lighted,
-and for a long time every one spoke in silence. At length an old chief
-took up the word, and said: 'My brother, the earth has drunk enough of
-the blood of these two great nations, and we wish to bury the hatchet.
-Give us back Wallace and we will remain hostages in his place. You
-shall put us to death if ever again he lifts the tomahawk against you.'
-With these words he handed the pipe of peace to the Great Ononthio of
-the English, who waved it aside, saying sternly, 'Within three days
-Wallace shall be hung.' 'Listen my brother,' said the great Scotch
-chief, 'if Wallace must die let him die the death of a warrior. Hanging
-is a death for dogs.' And again he presented the pipe of peace, and
-Ononthio refused it. The deputies withdrew and consulted together. On
-their return the great chief said: 'Let my brother hearken favorably
-to my last words. Let him fix eleven stakes to burn Wallace and these
-ten warriors, who will be proud to share his fate and will thank their
-brother for his clemency.' Once more he offered the pipe of peace, and
-once more Ononthio rejected it."
-
-"Houa!" cried Grand-Loutre, "those were noble and generous words. But
-my brother has not told me how the Scotch are now friends with the
-English and fighting against the French."
-
-"With rage in their hearts, the deputies returned to their mountains.
-At their death-cries, which they uttered at the gate of every town and
-village to announce the fate of Wallace, every one rushed to arms; and
-the war between the two nations continued for as many moons as there
-are grains of sand here in my hand," said Dumais, picking up a handful.
-"The Scotch were generally beaten by their swarming enemies, and their
-rivers ran with blood, but they knew not how to yield. The war would
-have been going on still but for a traitor who warned the English that
-nine Scotch chiefs, having gathered in a cavern to drink fire-water,
-had fallen to sleep there like our brother Talamousse."
-
-"The red-skins," said Grand-Loutre, "are never traitors to their own
-people. They deceive their enemies, but never their friends. Will my
-brother tell me how it comes that there are traitors among the pale
-faces?"
-
-Dumais, a little puzzled to answer this question, went on as if he had
-not heard it.
-
-"The nine chiefs were taken to a great city and condemned to be hung
-within a month. On this sad news fires were lighted on all the hills
-of Scotland to summon a grand council of all the warriors. The wise
-men spoke fine words for three days and three nights, but came to no
-conclusion. Then they consulted the spirits, and a great medicine-man
-declared that the Manitou was angry with his children, and that they
-must bury the hatchet forever. Twenty warriors with blackened faces
-betook themselves to the chief town of the English, and before the
-gates they uttered a death-cry for every captive chief. A great council
-was held, and Ononthio granted peace on condition that they should
-give hostages, that they should deliver up their strongholds, that
-the two nations should henceforth be as one, and that the English and
-Scotch warriors should fight shoulder to shoulder against the enemies
-of the great Ononthio. A feast was made which lasted three days and
-three nights, and at which so much brandy was drunk that the women took
-away all the tomahawks. Had they not done so the war would have broken
-out anew. The English were so rejoiced that they promised to send the
-Scotch all the heads, feet, and tails of the sheep which they should
-kill in the future."
-
-"The English must be generous, indeed," said the Indian.
-
-"My brother must see by this," continued Dumais, "that a Scotch warrior
-would rather be burned than hung, and he will sell me his share of the
-prisoner. Let my brother fix his price, and Dumais will not count the
-cost."
-
-"Grand-Loutre will not sell his share of the prisoner," said the
-Indian. "He has promised Taoutsi and Katakoui to hand him over
-to-morrow at Petit-Marigotte, and he will keep his word. The council
-will be assembled, and Grand-Loutre will speak to the young men. If the
-young men consent not to burn him, it will then be time to hand him
-over to D'Haberville."
-
-"My brother knows Dumais," said the Canadian. "He knows that he is rich
-and a man of his word. Dumais will pay for the prisoner six times as
-much as Ononthio pays the Indians for every one of his enemies' scalps."
-
-"Grand-Loutre knows," said the Indian, "that his brother speaks the
-truth, but he will not sell his share of the prisoner."
-
-The eyes of the Canadian shot flame, and instinctively he grasped his
-hatchet; but, suddenly changing his mind, he assumed an indifferent
-air, and knocked the ashes out of the bowl of his tomahawk, which
-served the Canadians as well as the savages for tobacco-pipe when on
-the march. Although the first hostile movement of the Canadian had
-not escaped the keen eye of his companion, the latter went on smoking
-tranquilly.
-
-The words of Dumais had revived the spark of hope in Archie's heart. In
-spite of his bitter remorse, he was too young to bid farewell without
-regret to all that made life dear. Could he, the last of his race,
-willingly suffer the shield of the Camerons to go to the tomb with a
-stain? Could he endure to die, leaving the D'Habervilles to think that
-they had cherished a viper in their bosom? He thought of the despair
-of Jules, the curses of the implacable captain, the silent grief of
-the good woman who used to call him her son, the sorrow of the fair
-girl whom he had hoped one day to call by a tenderer name than that of
-sister. Archie was, indeed, young to die; and with the renewal of hope
-in his heart, he again clung desperately to life.
-
-He had followed with ever-increasing anxiety the scene that was passing
-before him. He endeavored to comprehend it by watching the faces of
-the speakers. Dark as was the night, he had lost nothing of the hate
-and scorn which were flashed upon him from the cruel eyes of the
-savages. Knowing the ferocity of the Indians when under the influence
-of alcohol, it was not without surprise he saw Dumais passing them the
-bottle; but when he saw one refuse to drink and the other stretched
-in drunken stupor on the sand, he understood the Canadian's tactics.
-When he heard the name of Wallace, he remembered that during Dumais's
-illness he had often entertained him with fabulous stories about his
-favorite hero, but he was puzzled to guess the Canadian's purpose in
-talking about the deeds of a Scottish warrior. If he had understood the
-latter part of Dumais's story, he would have recalled the chaffing of
-Jules in regard to the pretended delicacies of his countrymen. When he
-saw the angry gleam in the Canadian's eyes, when he saw him grasp his
-tomahawk, he was on the point of crying not to strike. His generous
-soul foresaw the dangers to which his friend would be exposed if he
-should kill an Indian belonging to a tribe allied with the French.
-
-The Canadian was silent for some time. He refilled his pipe, began to
-smoke, and at length said quietly:
-
-"When Grand-Loutre, with his father, his wife, and his two sons, fell
-sick of the small-pox over by South River, Dumais sought them out. At
-the risk of bringing the disease upon himself and family, he carried
-them to his own wigwam, where he nursed them for three moons. It was
-not the fault of Dumais if the old man and the two boys died; Dumais
-had them buried like Christians, and the Black Robe has prayed to the
-Great Spirit for their souls."
-
-"If Dumais," replied the Indian, "if Dumais and his wife and his
-children had fallen sick in the forest, Grand-Loutre would have
-carried them to his wigwam, would have fished for them and would have
-hunted for them, would have bought them the fire-water which is the
-Frenchman's medicine, and would have said, 'Eat and drink my brothers,
-and recover your strength.' Grand-Loutre and his squaw would have
-watched day and night by the couch of their French friends; and never
-would Grand-Loutre have said, 'Remember that I fed you and took care
-of you and bought fire-water for you with my furs.' Let my brother take
-the prisoner," continued the Indian, drawing himself up proudly; "the
-red-skin is no longer in debt to the pale face!" And he calmly resumed
-his smoking.
-
-"Listen, my brother," said the Canadian, "and pardon Dumais that he has
-hidden the truth. He knew not thy great heart. Now he is going to speak
-in the presence of the Great Spirit himself, in whose presence he dare
-not lie."
-
-"That is true," said the Indian, "let my brother speak."
-
-"When Grand-Loutre was sick two years ago," continued the Canadian,
-"Dumais told him about his adventure when the ice went out that spring
-at the Falls of St. Thomas, and how he was saved by a young Scotchman
-who had arrived that very evening at the house of the Seigneur de
-Beaumont."
-
-"My brother has told me," said the Indian, "and he has shown me the
-little island suspended over the abyss, whereon he awaited death.
-Grand-Loutre knew the place and the old cedar to which my brother
-clung."
-
-"Very well!" replied Dumais, rising and taking off his cap, "thy
-brother swears in the presence of the Great Spirit that the prisoner is
-none other than the young Scotchman who saved his life!"
-
-The Indian gave a great cry which went echoing wildly round the lake.
-He sprang to his feet, drew his knife, and rushed upon the captive.
-Lochiel thought his hour had come and commended his soul to God. What
-was his surprise when the savage cut his bonds, grasped his hands with
-every mark of delight, and pushed him into the arms of his friend.
-Dumais pressed Archie to his breast, then sank upon his knees and
-cried:
-
-"I have prayed to thee, O God, to extend the right arm of your
-protection over this noble and generous man. My wife and my children
-have never ceased to make the same prayer. I thank thee, O God, that
-thou hast granted me even more than I had dared to ask. I thank thee, O
-God, for I should have committed a crime to save his life, and should
-have gone to my grave a murderer."
-
-"Now," said Lochiel, after endeavoring to thank his rescuer, "let us
-get off as quickly as possible, my dear Dumais; for if my absence from
-camp is perceived I am ruined utterly. I will explain as we go."
-
-Just as they were setting foot in the canoe the cry of the osprey was
-heard three times from the lake shore opposite the island. "It is the
-young men from Marigotte coming to look for you, my brother," said
-Grand-Loutre, turning to Lochiel. "Taoutsi and Katakoui must have met
-some of them, and told them they had an English prisoner on the island;
-but they will shout a long time without awakening Talamousse, and as
-to Grand-Loutre, he is going to sleep till the Canadian gets back.
-_Bon voyage_, my brothers." As Archie and his companion directed their
-course toward the north they heard for a long time the cries of the
-osprey, which were uttered at short intervals by the Indians on the
-south shore.
-
-"I fear," said Archie, "that the young Abénaquis warriors, foiled
-in their amiable intent, will make a bad quarter of an hour for our
-friends on the island."
-
-"It is true," replied his companion, "that we are depriving them
-of a very great pleasure. They find the time long at Marigotte,
-and to-morrow might have been passed very pleasantly in roasting a
-prisoner."
-
-Lochiel shuddered in spite of himself.
-
-"As for the two _canaouas_ (red rascals) we have left, do not trouble
-yourself for them, they will know how to get out of the scrape. The
-Indian is the most independent being imaginable, and renders account to
-nobody for his actions unless it suits him. Moreover, the worst that
-could happen to them in the present instance would be, using their own
-expression, to cover the half of the prisoner with beaver skins or
-their equivalent--in other words, to pay their share in him to Taoutsi
-and Katakoui. It is more probable, however, that Grand-Loutre, who is
-a kind of a wag among them, would choose rather to raise a laugh at
-the expense of his two disappointed comrades, for he is never without
-resource. He will say, perhaps, that Talamousse and he had a perfect
-right to dispose of their half of the prisoner; that the half which
-they had set free had run away with the other half; that they had
-better hurry after him, for the prisoner was loaded with their share of
-himself and therefore could not travel very fast; with other waggery
-that would be hugely relished by the Indians. It is more probable,
-however, that he will speak to them of my adventure at the falls of St.
-Thomas, which the Abénaquis know about, and will tell them that it was
-to your devotion I owed my life. Then, as the Indians never forget a
-good turn, they will cry, 'Our brothers have done well to set free the
-savior of our friend the pale face!'"
-
-Lochiel wished to enter into full details in order to excuse himself in
-the eyes of Dumais for his cruel conduct on the day preceding; but the
-latter stopped him.
-
-"A man like you, sir," said the Canadian, "need make me no explanation.
-I could hardly suspect a heart so noble and so self-forgetful of
-failing at all in the sentiments of humanity and gratitude. I am
-a soldier, and I know all the duties imposed upon one by military
-discipline. I have assisted at hideous performances on the part of
-our barbarous allies, which in my position as sergeant I might have
-been able to prevent had not my hands been tied by the orders of my
-superiors. It is a hard calling for sympathetic hearts, this profession
-of ours.
-
-"I have been witness of a spectacle," continued Dumais, "which makes
-me shudder now when I think of it. I have seen these barbarians burn
-an English woman. She was a young woman of great beauty. I still
-see her tied to the stake, where they tortured her for eight mortal
-hours. I still see her in the midst of her butchers, clothed, like
-our first mother, in nothing but her long, fair hair. I shall hear
-forever her heart-rending cry of 'My God! my God!' We did all we could
-to buy her back, but in vain; for her father, her husband, and her
-brothers, in defending her with the courage of despair, had killed
-many of the savages, and among them two of their chiefs. We were but
-fifteen Canadians, against at least two hundred Indians. I was young
-then, and I wept like a child. Ducros, who was nicknamed the Terror,
-foamed with rage and cried to Franc[oe]ur: 'What! sergeant, shall we,
-who are men and Frenchmen, let them burn a poor woman before our eyes?
-Give the order, sergeant, and I will split the skulls of ten of these
-red hounds before they have time to defend themselves.' And he would
-have done it, for he was a mighty man--was the Terror--and quick as a
-fish. Black Bear, one of their greatest warriors, approached us with
-a sneer. Ducros sprang toward him with his tomahawk uplifted, crying:
-'Take your hatchet, coward, and you shall see that you have no woman
-to deal with!' The Indian shrugged his shoulders with an air of pity,
-and said slowly; 'The pale face is childish; he would kill his friend
-to defend the squaw of a dog of an Englishman, his enemy.' The sergeant
-put an end to the argument by ordering Ducros back into the ranks. He
-was a brave and generous heart, this sergeant, as his name attested.
-With tears in his eyes, he said to us: 'It would be useless for me to
-disobey my orders; we would all be massacred without doing the poor
-woman any good. What would be the consequence? The great tribe of the
-Abénaquis would forsake its alliance with the French, would join our
-enemies, and our own women and children would share the fate of this
-unhappy English woman. Their blood would be upon my head.' Well, Mr.
-Archie, for six months after this hideous scene I used to start from my
-sleep bathed in sweat, with those heart-rending cries of 'My God! My
-God!' shrieking in my ears. They wondered at my coolness when the ice
-was bearing me down to the falls of St. Thomas. Here is the explanation
-of it. Through the tumult and uproar I was hearing the screams of the
-unhappy English woman, and I believed that Heaven was punishing me, as
-I deserved, for not having succored her. For, you see, Mr. Archie, that
-man often makes laws which God is very far from sanctioning."
-
-"True, indeed," said Archie, sighing.
-
-During the rest of their journey the two friends talked about the
-D'Habervilles. Archie learned that the ladies and Uncle Raoul, on the
-appearance of the English fleet in the St. Lawrence, had taken refuge
-within the walls of Quebec. Captain D'Haberville and Jules were in camp
-at Beaupré, with their respective regiments.
-
-Fearing lest Archie should fall in with some of the Abénaquis spies who
-were hanging on the skirts of the English, he escorted Archie all the
-way to his encampment. Archie's parting words were as follows:
-
-"You have paid me life for life, my friend; but, for my part, I
-shall never forget what I owe you. How strangely our lives have come
-together, Dumais! Two years ago I came all the way from Quebec to
-South River just in time to snatch you from the abyss. Yesterday,
-having but just landed from a voyage across the ocean, I am made
-prisoner; and you find yourself waiting on a little island in
-Trois-Saumons Lake to save my honor and my life. The hand of God is in
-it. Farewell, dear friend. However adventurous the soldier's career, I
-cling to the hope that Fate will bring us again together, and that I
-may give your children further cause to bless my memory."
-
-When the sun arose, the Highlanders remarked the strange pallor of
-their young chief. They concluded that, dreading a surprise, he had
-passed the night in wandering about the camp. After a light meal,
-Archie gave the order to burn the house beside the mill. He had
-scarcely resumed the march when a messenger came from Montgomery,
-ordering him to cease from the work of destruction.
-
-"It is time!" cried Archie, gnawing his sword-hilt.
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER XIII.
-
-THE PLAINS OF ABRAHAM.
-
-Il est des occasions dans la guerre où le plus brave doit fuir.
-
-+Cervantes.+
-
-
-_Vae victis!_ says the wisdom of the nations. Woe to the
-conquered!--not only because of the ruin which follows defeat, but
-because the vanquished are always in the wrong. They suffer materially,
-they suffer in their wounded self-love, they suffer in their reputation
-as soldiers. Let them have fought one against twenty, let them have
-performed prodigies of heroism, they are nevertheless and always the
-vanquished. Even their fellow-countrymen forgive them hardly. History
-records but their defeat. Here and there they get a word of approval
-from some writer of their race; but the praise is almost always mixed
-with reproach. Pen and compass in hand, we fight the battle over again.
-We teach the generals, whose bodies rest on the well-fought field, how
-they might have managed affairs much better. Seated in a well-stuffed
-arm-chair, we proudly demonstrate the skillful man[oe]uvres by which
-they might have snatched the victory; and bitterly we reproach them
-with their defeat. They have deserved a more generous treatment. A
-great general, who has equaled in our own day the exploits of Alexander
-and of Cæsar, has said: "Who is he that has never made a mistake in
-battle?" _Vae victis!_
-
-It was the 13th day of September, 1759, a day accursed in the annals
-of France. The English army, under General Wolfe, after having eluded
-the vigilance of the French sentinels and surprised the pickets under
-cover of the darkness, were discovered at daybreak on the Plains of
-Abraham, where they were beginning to entrench themselves. Montcalm was
-either carried away by his chivalrous courage, or he concluded that the
-work of entrenchment had to be at once interrupted; for he attacked
-the English with only a portion of his troops, and was defeated, as
-he might have foreseen, by the overwhelming numbers of the enemy. On
-this memorable battle field both generals laid down their lives--Wolfe
-bestowing upon his country a colony half as large as Europe, Montcalm
-losing to France a vast territory which the King and his improvident
-ministers knew not how to appreciate.
-
-Woe to the vanquished! Had Montcalm been victorious he would have been
-lauded to the skies, instead of being heaped with reproaches for not
-awaiting the re-enforcements which would have come from De Vaudreuil
-and De Bougainville. We would have praised his tactics in hurling
-himself upon the enemy before the latter had had time to establish
-himself. We would have said that a hundred men behind cover were equal
-to a thousand in the open. We would never have imputed to General
-Montcalm any jealous and unworthy motives. His shining laurels, gained
-on so many glorious fields, would have shielded him from any such
-suspicions.
-
-_Vae victis!_ After the fatal battle of the 13th the city of Quebec was
-little more than a heap of ruins. Not even the fortifications furnished
-shelter, for a portion of the ramparts had been shattered to fragments.
-The magazines were empty of ammunition, and the gunners, rather to
-conceal their distress than with any hope of injuring the enemy,
-answered the English batteries only with an occasional cannon-shot.
-There were no provisions left. Yet they bring the charge of cowardice
-against the brave garrison which endured so much and defended itself
-so valiantly. If the governor, a new Nostradamus, had known that the
-Chevalier de Lévis was bringing succor to the city, and, instead of
-capitulating, had awaited the arrival of the French troops, it is
-certain that the garrison would have been lavishly applauded for its
-courage. To be sure the garrison showed itself most pusillanimous in
-giving up a city which it was no longer able to defend! To be sure it
-should rather have put its trust in the humanity of an enemy who had
-already carried fire and sword through all the peaceful villages, and
-should have refused to consider the lives of the citizens, the honor of
-their wives and daughters, exposed to all the horrors of a capture by
-assault! Assuredly this unhappy garrison was very pusillanimous! Woe to
-the vanquished!
-
-After the capitulation the English left nothing undone to secure
-themselves in the possession of a place so important. The walls
-were rebuilt, new fortifications added, and the batteries immensely
-strengthened. It was conceivable that the besiegers might become the
-besieged. This foresight was justified, for in the following spring
-General Lévis took the offensive with an army of eight thousand men,
-made up of regulars and militia in about equal numbers.
-
-At eight o'clock in the morning, April 28, 1760, the English army was
-drawn up in order of battle on the same field where it had moved to
-victory seven months before. General Murray, with this army of six
-thousand men and twenty guns, held a very strong position, while the
-French army, a little more numerous, but supported by only two guns,
-occupied the heights of St. Foy. The French were wearied with their
-painful march over the marshes of La Suède, but they burned to wipe out
-the memory of their defeat. The hate of centuries stirred the bosoms
-of both armies. The courage of both was beyond question, and fifteen
-thousand of the best troops in the world only awaited the word of their
-commanders to spring at each other's throats.
-
-Jules D'Haberville, who had distinguished himself in the first battle
-on the Plains of Abraham, was with a detachment commanded by Captain
-d'Aiguebelle. By order of General de Lévis, this detachment had at
-first abandoned Dumont's mill under the attack of a much superior
-force. Jules was severely wounded by the explosion of a shell,
-which had shattered his left arm, but he refused to go to the rear.
-Presently the general concluded that the mill was a position of supreme
-importance, and, when he gave the order to recapture it, Jules led his
-company to the charge, carrying his arm in a sling.
-
-Almost all Murray's artillery was directed to the maintenance of
-this position. The French grenadiers charged on the run. The bullets
-and grape decimated their ranks, but they closed up as accurately
-as if they were on parade. The mill was taken and retaken several
-times during this memorable struggle. Jules D'Haberville, "the little
-grenadier," as the soldiers called him, had hurled himself, sword
-in hand, into the very midst of the enemy, who yielded ground for a
-moment; but scarcely had the French established themselves, when the
-English returned to the attack in overwhelming numbers, and took the
-position after a most bloody struggle.
-
-The French grenadiers, thrown for a moment into disorder, reformed at
-a little distance under a scathing fire; then, charging for the third
-time, they carried the position at the point of the bayonet, and held
-it.
-
-One would have thought, during this last charge, that the love of
-life was extinct in the soul of Jules, who, his heart torn by what he
-thought the treason of his friend, and by the total ruin of his family,
-appeared to seek death as a blessing. As soon as the order for that
-third charge was given he sprang forward like a tiger with the cry
-of, "_À moi grenadiers!_" and hurled himself single handed upon the
-English. When the French found themselves masters of the position they
-drew Jules from under a heap of dead and wounded. Seeing that he was
-yet alive, two grenadiers carried him to a little brook near the mill,
-where he soon returned to consciousness. It was rather loss of blood
-than the severity of his hurt that had caused the swoon. A blow from a
-saber had split his helmet and gashed his head without fracturing the
-skull. Jules wished to return to the fight, but one of the grenadiers
-said to him:
-
-"Not for a little while, my officer. You have had enough for the
-present, and the sun beats like the devil out there, which is very
-dangerous for a wound on the head. We are going to leave you in the
-shade of these trees." D'Haberville, too weak to oppose them further,
-soon found himself lying among a number of the wounded, who had had
-strength enough to drag themselves into the grove. Every one knows
-its result, this second battle of the Plains of Abraham. The victory
-was dear bought by the French and the Canadians, who suffered no less
-severely than their enemies. It was a useless bloodshed. New France,
-abandoned by the mother country, was ceded to England by the careless
-Louis three years after the battle.
-
-Lochiel had cleared himself nobly of the suspicions which his foe,
-Montgomery, had sought to fix upon him. His wide knowledge, his zeal
-in the study of his profession, his skill in all military exercises,
-his sobriety, his vigilance when in guard of a post, all these had put
-him high in esteem. His dashing courage tempered with prudence in the
-attack on the French lines at Montmorency and on the field of the first
-Battle of the Plains had been noticed by General Murray, who commended
-him publicly.
-
-On the defeat of the English army at this second battle, Lochiel,
-after tremendous fighting at the head of his Highlanders, was the
-last to yield a position which he had defended inch by inch. Instead
-of following the throng of fugitives toward Quebec, he noticed that
-Dumont's Mill was now evacuated by the French, who were pursuing their
-enemies with great slaughter. To conceal his route from the enemy,
-Archie led his men between the mill and the adjoining wood. Just then
-he heard some one calling his name; and turning, he saw an officer, his
-arm in a sling, his uniform in tatters, his head wrapped in a bloody
-cloth, staggering to meet him sword in hand.
-
-"What are you doing, brave Cameron of Lochiel?" cried the unknown.
-"The mill has been evacuated by our brave soldiers, and is no longer
-defended by women and children and feeble old men. Return, valorous
-Cameron, and crown your exploits by burning it down."
-
-It was impossible to mistake the mocking voice of Jules D'Haberville,
-although his face was unrecognizable for blood and powder.
-
-On hearing these insulting words, Archie felt nothing but tenderest
-loving pity for the friend of his youth. His heart beat as if to break;
-a sob labored from his bosom, and again he seemed to hear the witch of
-the manor crying ominously: "Keep your pity for yourself, Archibald de
-Lochiel. You will have need of it all on that day when you shall carry
-in your arms the bleeding body of him you now call your brother!"
-
-Forgetting the critical position in which he was keeping his men,
-Archie halted his company and went forward to meet Jules. For one
-moment all the young Frenchman's love for his adopted brother seemed to
-revive, but, restraining himself sternly, he cried in a bitter voice:
-
-"Defend yourself, M. de Lochiel; you, who love easy triumphs, defend
-yourself, traitor!"
-
-At this new insult, Archie folded his arms and answered, in a tone of
-tender reproach:
-
-"Thou, too, my brother Jules, even thou, too, hast thou condemned me
-unheard?"
-
-At these words a nervous shock seemed to paralyze the little remaining
-strength of poor Jules. The sword dropped from his hand and he fell
-forward on his face. Archie sent one of his men to the brook for water,
-and, without thinking of the danger to which he exposed himself, took
-his friend in his arms and carried him to the edge of the woods, where
-some of the wounded Canadians, touched at the sight of an Englishman
-bestowing so much care on their young officer, made no move to injure
-him, although they had reloaded their guns at the approach of his men.
-Archie examined his friend's wounds, and saw that he had fainted from
-loss of blood. A little cold water in his face soon brought him back
-to consciousness. He opened his eyes and looked at Archie, but made no
-attempt to speak. The latter clasped his hand, which seemed to return a
-gentle pressure.
-
-"Farewell, Jules," said Archie. "Farewell, my brother. Harsh duty
-forces me to leave you; but we shall meet again, in better days." And
-he turned back sorrowfully to his troop.
-
-"Now, my boys," said Lochiel, after throwing a rapid glance over the
-plain and listening to the confused noises of the distant flight, "now,
-my boys, no false delicacy, for the battle is hopelessly lost. We must
-now display the agility of our Highland legs, if we want to take a hand
-in future battles. Forward now, and do not lose sight of me."
-
-Taking advantage of every inequality of the ground, lending heedful ear
-to the shouts of the French, who were endeavoring to crowd the English
-into the St. Charles, Lochiel led his men into Quebec without further
-loss. This valiant company had already suffered enough. Half its men
-had been left on the field of battle, and of its officers Lochiel was
-the sole survivor.
-
-All honor to vanquished heroism! Honor to the English dead, whose
-bodies were buried in confusion with those of their enemies on the
-twenty-eighth day of April, 1760! Honor to the soldiers of France, over
-whose bodies grows green, with every succeeding spring, the turf of
-the Plains of Abraham! When the last trump shall sound, and these foes
-shall rise from their last sleep side by side, will they have forgotten
-their ancient hate, or will they spring once more at each other's
-throats?
-
-Honor to the vanquished brave! Among the soldiers whose names are
-bright on the pages of history there is but one who, on the morrow of
-a glorious triumph, uncovered his head before his captives and cried,
-"All honor to the vanquished brave!" He knew that his words would last
-forever, graven on the heart of France. Great soldiers there are many;
-but niggard Nature takes centuries to frame a hero.
-
-The field of battle after the victory presented a ghastly sight.
-Men and horses, the wounded and the dead, were frozen into the mire
-of blood and water, and could be extricated only with pain and
-difficulty. The wounded of both nations were treated by the Chevalier
-de Lévis with the same tender care. Most of them were carried to the
-Convent of the Hospital Nuns. The convent and all its outbuildings were
-crowded. All the linen, all the clothing of the inmates was torn up for
-bandages, and the good nuns had nothing left for themselves but the
-clothes they were wearing upon the day of battle.
-
-Taking refuge after his defeat behind the ramparts of Quebec, General
-Murray made a vigorous resistance. As they had but twenty guns with
-which to arm their siege-batteries, the French could do little more
-than blockade the city and wait for the re-enforcements which never
-came. The English general requested permission to send an officer
-three times a week to visit his wounded in the hospital. This request
-was readily granted by the humane De Lévis. Lochiel knew that his
-friend must be lying in the hospital, but he could get no news of him.
-Although consumed with anxiety, he dreaded to put himself in a false
-position by inquiries too minute. It might have been considered natural
-that he would wish to visit his wounded countrymen, but with true
-Scotch caution he let none of his anxiety appear. It was not till the
-tenth day after the battle, when his regular turn came, that he found
-himself approaching the hospital under the escort of a French officer.
-
-"I wonder," said Lochiel, "if you would consider it an indiscretion on
-my part were I to ask for a private interview with the lady superior?"
-
-"I see no indiscretion in it," answered the Frenchman," but I fear I
-would be exceeding my orders were I to permit it. I am ordered to lead
-you to your countrymen and nothing more."
-
-"I am sorry," said the Scotchman indifferently. "It is a little
-disappointing to me; but let us speak no more of it."
-
-The French officer was silent some minutes; he thought to himself that
-the Scotchman, speaking French like a Parisian, had probably made the
-acquaintance of some Canadian families shut up in Quebec; that he was
-perhaps charged with some message from the relations or friends of the
-superior, and that it would be cruel to refuse his request. Presently
-he said:
-
-"As I am persuaded that neither you nor the lady superior can be
-forming any designs against our batteries, I think that perhaps, after
-all, I might grant your request without exceeding my duty."
-
-Lochiel, who had been staking all his hopes of a reconciliation with
-the D'Habervilles upon this interview, could scarcely conceal his joy;
-but he answered quietly:
-
-"Thank you, monsieur, for your courtesy to myself and the good lady.
-Your batteries, protected by French valor, might feel reasonably secure
-even if we were conspiring against them."
-
-The corridors of the hospital which he had to traverse before reaching
-the parlor of the superior were literally thronged with the wounded;
-but Archie, seeing none of his own men, hastened on. After ringing the
-bell, he walked restlessly up and down the room. It was the same room
-in which he and Jules had had so many a dainty lunch in their happy
-school days; for the good superior was Jules's aunt.
-
-The superior received him with cold politeness, and said:
-
-"I am very sorry to have kept you waiting, sir; please take a seat."
-
-"I fear," said Archie, "that madam does not recognize me."
-
-"A thousand pardons," replied the superior. "You are Mr. Archibald
-Cameron of Lochiel."
-
-"Once you called me Archie," said the young man.
-
-"The times are changed, sir," replied the nun, "and many things have
-happened since those days."
-
-Sighing deeply, Lochiel echoed her words:
-
-"The times are indeed changed, and many things have happened since
-those days. But at least, madam, tell me how is my brother, Jules
-D'Haberville?"
-
-"He whom you once called your brother, sir, is now, I hope, out of
-danger."
-
-"Thank God!" answered Lochiel, "now all hope is not utterly dead in my
-heart! If I were speaking to an ordinary person there would be nothing
-more for me to do but thank you for your condescension and retire;
-but I have the honor to address the sister of a brave soldier, the
-inheritor of a name made illustrious by many heroic deeds; and if madam
-will permit, if she will forget for a moment the ties which bind me to
-her family, if she will judge impartially between me and that family,
-then I might dare attempt, with some hope of success, to justify myself
-before her."
-
-"Speak, M. de Lochiel," replied the superior, "and I will listen, not
-as a D'Haberville but as a stranger. It is my duty as a Christian
-to hear impartially anything that might palliate your barbarous and
-heartless conduct toward a family that loved you so well."
-
-The sudden flush which covered the young man's face was followed by a
-pallor so ghastly that the superior thought he was about to faint. He
-grasped the grating between them with both hands, and leaned his head
-against it for some moments; then, mastering his emotion, he told his
-story as the reader already knows it.
-
-Archie went into the most minute details, down to his misgivings when
-his regiment was ordered to leave for Canada, down to the hereditary
-hatred of the Montgomerys for the Camerons; and he accused himself of
-cowardice in not having sacrificed even his honor to the gratitude he
-owed the D'Habervilles. From the utterance of Montgomery's barbarous
-order he omitted not the smallest incident. He described the anguish of
-his despair, his curses, and his vows of vengeance against Montgomery.
-In painting the emotions which had tortured his soul, Lochiel had small
-need to add anything in the way of justification. What argument could
-be more eloquent than the plain story of his despair! Lochiel's judge
-was one well fitted to understand him, for she it was who in her youth
-had one day said to her brother Captain D'Haberville: "My brother,
-you have not the means to worthily sustain the dignity of our house,
-except with the help of my share of the patrimony. To-morrow I enter a
-convent. Here is the deed wherein I renounce all claim in your favor."
-
-The good woman had heard Archie's story with ever-increasing emotion.
-She stretched out her clasped hands to him as he described his
-anguished imprecations against Montgomery. The tears flowed down her
-cheeks as he described his remorse and his resignation while, bound to
-the tree, he awaited a hideous death.
-
-"My dear Archie," exclaimed the holy woman.
-
-"Oh! thank you, thank you a thousand times for those words," cried
-Lochiel, clasping his hands.
-
-"My dear Archie," exclaimed the superior, "I absolve you with all my
-heart. You have but done your painful duty in obeying your orders.
-By any other course you would have destroyed yourself irretrievably
-without preventing the ruin of our family. Yes, I forgive you freely,
-but I hope that you will now pardon your enemy."
-
-"He who was my enemy, madam, has gone to solicit pardon from him who
-will judge us all. He was one of the first to fly from the field of
-battle which proved so disastrous to our arms. A bullet stretched him
-upon the ice, wounded to the death. He had not even a stone on which to
-rest his head. A tomahawk ended his sufferings, and his scalp hangs now
-at the belt of an Abénaquis warrior. May God pardon him, as I do, with
-all my heart!"
-
-A divine light beamed softly in the eyes of the nun. Born as revengeful
-as her brother the seigneur, her religion of love and charity had made
-her as all charitable as itself. After a moment of rapt meditation, she
-said:
-
-"With Jules, I doubt not, you will find reconciliation easy. He has
-been at death's door. During his delirium your name was forever on his
-lips, sometimes with the fiercest reproaches, but more often with words
-of love and tenderest endearment. One must know my nephew well, must
-know the sublime self-abnegation of which his soul is capable, in order
-to comprehend his love for you. Many a time has he said to me: 'If it
-were necessary for me to-morrow to sacrifice my life for Archie, I
-would die with a smile on my lips, for I should be giving him the only
-worthy proof of my love.' Such love, in a heart so noble as his, is not
-soon or easily extinguished. He will rejoice to hear your justification
-from my lips, and you may be sure that I will spare no effort to
-reunite you. Since recovering from his delirium he has never mentioned
-your name; and as he is yet too weak to discuss a subject that would
-excite so much emotion, I must wait till he gets stronger. I shall hope
-to have good news for you at our next interview. Meanwhile, farewell
-till I see you again!"
-
-"Pray for me, madam, for I have great need of it," exclaimed Archie.
-
-"That is what I do daily," answered the nun. "They say, perhaps
-wrongly, that people of the world, and young officers particularly,
-have more need of prayer than we; but as for you, Archie, you must have
-greatly changed if you are not one of those who have least need of it,"
-she added, smiling affectionately. "Farewell once more, and God bless
-you, my son!"
-
-The superior succeeded in satisfying Jules with Archie's explanation.
-About a fortnight after Archie's first visit, Jules was awaiting him,
-filled with a nervous anxiety to prove to him that all the old love
-was yet warm in his heart. It was understood that there should be no
-allusion to certain events, too painful for either to dwell upon.
-
-Archie was ushered into a little chamber which Jules, as nephew of
-the lady superior, was occupying in preference to certain officers of
-higher rank. Jules stretched out his arms and made a vain effort to
-rise from his armchair. Archie threw himself upon his neck, and for a
-time neither spoke. D'Haberville, after controlling his emotion with an
-effort, was the first to break silence:
-
-"The moments are precious, my dear Archie, and we must endeavor, if
-possible, to lift the veil which hangs over our future. We are no
-longer children; we are soldiers fighting under glorious banners,
-brothers in love but enemies upon the field of battle. I have grown
-ten years older during my sickness. I am no longer the broken-hearted
-young fool who rushed upon the enemy's battalions seeking death. No, my
-dear brother, let us live rather to see better days. Those were your
-last words when you handed over my bleeding body to the care of my
-grenadiers.
-
-"You know as well as I the precarious condition of this colony; all
-depends upon a mere throw of the dice. If France leaves us to our own
-resources, as it seems but too probable she will do, and if your
-Government, attaching so grand an importance to the conquest of Canada,
-send you re-enforcments in the spring, we must raise the siege of
-Quebec and leave the country to you. In the opposite contingency we
-recapture Quebec and keep the colony. Now, my dear Archie, I want to
-know what you will do in the one case or the other."
-
-"In either case," said Lochiel, "as long as the war lasts I can not
-honorably resign my commission. But when peace comes, I propose to sell
-the poor remnant of my Highland estate and come and establish myself on
-this side of the water. My deepest affections are here. I love Canada,
-I love the simple and upright manners of your good _habitants_; and
-after a quiet but busy life, I would rest my head beneath the same sod
-with you, my brother."
-
-"My position is very different from yours," answered Jules. "You are
-the master of your actions; I am the slave of circumstance. If we lose
-Canada, it is probable that most of the Canadian nobility will move to
-France, where they will find protection and friends. If my family is
-of this number I can not leave the army. In the contrary case I shall
-return after some years of service, to live and die with my own people;
-and, like you, to sleep at last in the land I love so well. Everything
-leads me to hope, my brother, that after a storm-tossed youth we shall
-come to see happier days."
-
-The two friends parted after a long and loving talk, the last they were
-to have while the colony remained New France. When the reader meets
-them again after some years, the country will have changed both name
-and masters.
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER XIV.
-
-THE SHIPWRECK OF THE AUGUSTE.
-
-
-The predictions of the witch of the manor were accomplished. After the
-surrender of Quebec, the rich D'Habervilles had been but too glad to
-accept the hospitality of M. d'Egmont's cabin, whose remoteness had
-saved it from the flames. "The good gentleman" and Uncle Raoul, with
-the faithful André, had gone at once to work and raised the narrow
-attic, so as to leave the ground floor to the use of the ladies. To
-cheer the latter, the men affected a gayety which they were far from
-feeling; and their songs were often heard, mingled with the rapid
-strokes of the axe, the grating of the saw, the sharp whistling of the
-plane. By dint of toil and perseverance, they succeeded in sheltering
-themselves tolerably from the severity of the season; and had it
-not been for the anxiety which they suffered in regard to Captain
-D'Haberville and Jules, the winter would have passed pleasantly enough
-in their solitude.
-
-Their most difficult problem was that of provisions, for a veritable
-famine held sway in all the country-side. The little grain which
-the _habitants_ had harvested was for the most part eaten boiled,
-in default of mill to grind it. The sole remaining resource lay in
-fishing and hunting, but M. d'Egmont and his servant were rather old
-to indulge in such exercises during the severe weather. Uncle Raoul,
-lame as he was, took charge of the commissariat. He set snares to
-catch rabbits and partridges, and his fair niece helped him. Blanche
-made herself a sort of hunting costume; and simply ravishing she looked
-in her half-savage garb, her petticoat of blue cloth falling half-way
-below the knee, her scarlet gaiters, her deer-hide moccasins worked
-with beads and porcupine quills in vivid colors. Lovely, indeed, she
-looked as she returned to the house on her little snow-shoes, her
-face delicately flushed, her hands laden with her spoils. During the
-famine the _habitants_ frequented Trois Saumons Lake in great numbers;
-they had beaten a hard road over the snow, which enabled Uncle Raoul
-to visit the lake on a sledge drawn by a huge dog. He always returned
-with an ample provision of trout and partridge. On such fare they
-got through the long winter. In the spring a veritable manna of wild
-pigeons came to the salvation of the colony; they were so innumerable
-that they could be knocked down with a stick.
-
-When Captain D'Haberville returned to his _seigneurie_ he was utterly
-ruined, having saved nothing but the family plate. He did not care to
-come down on his impoverished tenants for their arrearages of rent,
-but rather hastened to their aid by rebuilding his mill on the Trois
-Saumons River. In this mill he lived several years with his family,
-till able to build a new manor house.
-
-A poor lodging, truly--three narrow chambers in a mill--for a family
-once so wealthy as the D'Habervilles! But they bore their misfortunes
-cheerfully. Only Captain D'Haberville, toiling with tireless energy,
-seemed unable to reconcile himself to his losses. His grief gnawed at
-his heart, and for six years there was never a smile upon his lips.
-It was not till the manor was rebuilt and the household restored to a
-certain degree of comfort and prosperity that he regained his native
-cheerfulness.
-
-It was the 22d of February, 1762, and about nine o'clock in the
-evening, when an ill-clad stranger entered the mill and begged shelter
-for the night. As was his custom when not occupied in work, Captain
-D'Haberville was seated in a corner of the room, his head hanging
-dejectedly on his breast. The voice of the stranger made him tremble
-without knowing why. It was some moments before he could answer, but at
-last he said:
-
-"You are welcome, my friend; you shall have supper and breakfast here,
-and my miller will give you a bed for the night."
-
-"Thank you," said the stranger, "but I am very tired; give me a glass
-of brandy."
-
-M. D'Haberville was not disposed to bestow upon a vagabond stranger
-even one drink of the meager supply of brandy, which he was keeping in
-case of absolute necessity. He answered that he had none.
-
-"If thou didst know me, D'Haberville," replied the stranger, "thou
-wouldst certainly not refuse me a drink of brandy, though it were the
-last drop in thy house."
-
-The first feeling of the captain was one of wrath on hearing himself
-addressed so familiarly by one who appeared to be a tramp; but there
-was something in the hoarse voice of the unknown which made him tremble
-anew, and he checked himself. At this moment Blanche appeared with a
-light, and every one was stupefied at the appearance of this man, a
-veritable living specter, who stood with folded arms and gazed upon
-them sadly. So deathlike was his pallor that one would have thought a
-vampire had sucked all the blood from his veins. His bones threatened
-to pierce his skin, which was yellow like that of a mummy; and his dim
-and sunken eyes were vacant--without speculation, like those of the
-ghost of Banquo. Everybody was astonished that such a corpse could
-walk.
-
-After one moment of hesitation, Captain D'Haberville threw himself into
-the stranger's arms, crying:
-
-"You here, my dear Saint-Luc! The sight of my bitterest enemy could not
-cause me such dismay. Speak; and tell us that all our relations and
-friends who took passage in the Auguste are buried in the sea, and that
-you, the one survivor, are come to bring us the sad tidings!"
-
-The silence of M. Saint-Luc de Lacorne, the grief stamped upon his
-countenance, confirmed Captain D'Haberville's worst fears.
-
-"Accursed be the tyrant," cried the captain, "who in the bitterness of
-his hate against the French sent so many good men to their death in an
-old ship utterly unseaworthy!"
-
-"Instead of cursing your enemies," said M. de Saint-Luc in a hoarse
-voice, "thank God that you and your family got leave to remain in the
-colony two years longer. And now, a glass of brandy and a little soup.
-I have been so nearly starved that my stomach refuses solid food. Let
-me also take a little rest before telling you a story which will call
-forth many tears."
-
-In the neighborhood of half an hour, for this man of iron needed but
-little rest to recover his strength, M. de Saint-Luc began as follows:
-
-"In spite of the English governor's impatience to banish from New
-France those who had so valiantly defended her, the authorities had
-placed at our disposal only two ships, which were found utterly
-insufficient for the great number of French and Canadians who were
-waiting to sail. I pointed this out to General Murray, and proposed to
-buy one at my own expense. This he would not hear, but two days later
-he placed at our disposal the ship Auguste, hastily commissioned for
-the purpose. By a payment of five hundred Spanish piasters, I obtained
-from the English captain the exclusive use of his cabin for myself and
-family.
-
-"I then pointed out to General Murray the danger to which we should be
-exposed at this stormy season with a captain not familiar with the St.
-Lawrence. I offered to hire and pay for a pilot myself. His answer was,
-that we would have the same chance as the rest; but he ended by sending
-a little vessel to pilot us clear of the river.
-
-"We were all in deep dejection, a prey to the gloomiest forebodings,
-when we raised anchor on the 15th of October last. Many of us, forced
-to sell our properties at a ruinous sacrifice, had but a future of
-poverty to look forward to in the mother country. Speeding at first
-before a favorable wind, with swelling hearts we saw the cherished and
-familiar scenes fade out behind us and fall below the horizon.
-
-"I will not detail the many perils we underwent before the great
-calamity out of which but myself and six others escaped alive. On the
-16th we came within an ace of shipwreck on the Isle aux Coudres, after
-the loss of our main anchor.
-
-"On the 4th of November we were struck by a terrific gale, which lasted
-two days, and which we weathered with difficulty. On the 7th a fire
-broke out three times in the cook's galley, and was extinguished only
-after a desperate struggle. I shall not endeavor to paint the scenes on
-shipboard while it seemed likely we should be burned in the open sea.
-
-"On the 11th we escaped as by a miracle from being dashed to pieces on
-a rock off Isle Royale.
-
-"From the 13th to the 15th we were driven blindly before a hurricane,
-not knowing where we were. As many of us as could do so were obliged
-to fill the places of the crew, who were so exhausted with their
-incessant labors that they had taken refuge in their hammocks, from
-which neither bribes, threats, nor blows could drive them. Our foremast
-was gone, our tattered sails could no longer be either hoisted or
-furled, and, as a last resort, the mate proposed that we should run the
-ship ashore. It was a desperate expedient. The fatal moment arrived.
-The captain and mate looked at me despairingly, clasping their hands. I
-understood but too well the silent speech of these men inured to peril.
-We made for land to starboard, where we saw the mouth of a little river
-which might perhaps prove navigable. I explained our situation to all
-the passengers, concealing nothing. Then what entreaties and what vows
-to the Almighty! But, alas! in vain the vows, and of no avail the
-prayers!
-
-"Who can paint the madness of the waves? Our masts seemed to touch
-the sky and then vanish in the deep. A frightful shock announced that
-the ship had grounded. We cut away the masts and cordage to lighten
-her, but the waves rolled her on her side. We were stranded about
-five hundred feet from shore, in a little sandy bay at the mouth of
-the river in which we had hoped to find refuge. As the ship was now
-leaking at every joint, the passengers rushed upon deck; and some even,
-thinking themselves within reach of safety, threw themselves into the
-sea and perished miserably.
-
-"At this moment Madame de Tillac appeared on deck, holding her little
-one in her arms, her long hair and her garments streaming about her in
-confusion. She was the picture of hopeless anguish. She fell on her
-knees. Then, perceiving me, she cried in a piercing voice: 'My dear
-friend, must we die like this?'
-
-"I was running to her aid, when a giant wave thundered down upon the
-deck and swept her into the sea."
-
-"My poor friend," sobbed Madame D'Haberville; "companion of my
-childhood, my foster-sister, nourished at the same breast with me? They
-tried to persuade me that it was merely my overwrought imagination that
-made me see you in my sleep, that 17th of November! I saw you weeping
-on the deck of the Auguste, your baby in your arms; and I saw you swept
-into the waves. I was not deceived, my sister! You came to bid me
-farewell before vanishing to heaven with the angel that nestled in your
-bosom!"
-
-After a pause, M. de Lacorne went on:
-
-"Crew and passengers were lashed to the shrouds, to escape the waves
-which dashed ceaselessly over the doomed ship, every moment carrying
-away new victims. The ship carried but two small boats, one of
-which was already crushed into splinters. The remaining one, a mere
-cockle-shell, was launched, and a servant named Étienne threw himself
-into it, followed by the captain and two or three others. I did not
-perceive this till one of my children, whom I held in my arms, while
-the other was tied to my belt, cried eagerly: 'Save us now, father;
-the boat is going away!' I seized the rope fiercely. At this moment a
-terrific wave struck us, and hurled me headlong into the boat. The same
-wave which saved my life swept away my children."
-
-At this point the narrator's voice failed him, and his listeners sobbed
-aloud. Regaining his self-control, he continued:
-
-"Although under the lee of the ship, the boat was almost swamped by
-another wave; and the next hurled us landward. In what seemed but a few
-seconds, in that awful and stupefying tumult, we found ourselves dashed
-upon the sand. Above the uproar we heard the heart-rending shrieks of
-those who remained upon the ship.
-
-"Of the seven men thus miraculously thrown upon the unknown shore,
-I was the only one capable of action. I had just seen my brother and
-my little ones snatched away, and I strove to keep down my agony of
-soul by striving for the safety of my fellow-sufferers. I succeeded,
-after a time, in bringing the captain back to consciousness. The others
-were numbed with cold, for an icy rain was falling in torrents. Not
-wishing to lose sight of the ship, I handed them my flint and steel
-and powder-horn, telling them to light a fire at the edge of the wood.
-In this they failed signally; scarcely had they strength enough to
-come and tell me of their failure, so weak were they and numbed with
-cold. After many attempts, I succeeded in making a fire just in time
-to save their lives. Then I returned to the beach, hoping to save some
-poor creatures who might be washed ashore. I remained there from three
-in the afternoon till six o'clock in the evening, when the ship went
-to pieces. Never, never shall I forget the sight of the dead bodies
-stretched upon the sand, more than a hundred in number, many of them
-with legs or arms broken, their faces battered out of all recognition.
-
-"Half stupefied by the calamity, we passed a sleepless and silent
-night, and on the morning of the 16th we betook ourselves again to the
-fatal shore. We passed the day in bestowing upon the dead such sad last
-rites as were possible to such poor wretches as we.
-
-"On the morrow we left this desert and inhospitable coast, and
-directed our course into the interior. The winter had set in in all
-its severity. We marched through snow up to our knees. Sometimes we
-came to deep and rapid rivers, which forced us to make long _détours_.
-My companions were so enfeebled by fatigue and famine that sometimes
-I had to retrace my steps more than once to get their bundles, which
-they had been compelled to drop. Their courage was utterly broken; and
-sometimes I had to stop and make them rude moccasins to cover their
-bleeding feet.
-
-"Thus we dragged ourselves on, or rather I dragged them in tow, for
-neither courage nor strength once failed me till at length, on the 4th
-of December, we met two Indians. Imagine if you can the delirious joy
-of my companions, who for the last few days had been looking forward to
-death itself as a welcome release from their sufferings! These Indians
-did not recognize me at first, so much was I changed by what I had
-gone through, and by the long beard which had covered my face. Once I
-did their tribe a great service; and you know that these natives never
-forget a benefit. They welcomed me with delight. We were saved. Then I
-learned that we were on the island of Cape Breton, about thirty leagues
-from Louisbourg.
-
-"I made haste to leave my companions at the first Acadian settlement,
-where I knew they would be nursed back to health. I was eager to return
-to Quebec, that I might be the first to inform General Murray of our
-shipwreck. I need not detail to you the incidents of the journey.
-Suffice to say that with the greatest peril I crossed from Cape Breton
-to the main-land in a birch canoe, through the sweeping ice cakes; and
-that I have covered now about five hundred leagues on my snow-shoes.
-I have had to change my guides very frequently, for after eight days'
-marching with me, Indian and Acadian alike find themselves utterly used
-up."
-
-After this story, the family passed the greater part of the night in
-bewailing the fate of their friends and kinsfolk, the victims of a
-barbarous decree.
-
-M. de Saint-Luc allowed himself but a few hours rest, so eager was he
-to present himself before Murray at Quebec as a living protest against
-the vindictive cruelty which had sent to their death so many brave
-soldiers, so many unoffending women and little ones. It had been
-thought that Murray's unreasoning bitterness was due to the fact that
-he could not forget his defeat of the previous year.
-
-"Do you know, D'Haberville," said M. de Saint-Luc at breakfast, "who
-was the friend so strong with Murray as to obtain you your two years'
-respite? Do you know to whom you owe to-day the life which you would
-probably have lost in our shipwreck?"
-
-"No," said Captain D'Haberville. "I have no idea what friend we can
-have so powerful. But whoever he is, never shall I forget the debt of
-gratitude I owe him."
-
-"Well, my friend, it is the young Scotchman Archibald de Lochiel to
-whom you owe this eternal gratitude."
-
-"I have commanded," almost shouted Captain D'Haberville, "that the name
-of this viper, whom I warmed in my bosom, should never be pronounced in
-my presence." And the captain's great black eyes shot fire.
-
-"I dare flatter myself," said M. de Saint-Luc, "that this command
-hardly extends to me. I am your friend from childhood, your brother in
-arms, and I know all the obligations which bind us mutually. I know
-that you will not say to me, as you said to your sister, the superior,
-when she sought to plead the cause of this innocent young man: 'Enough,
-my sister. You are a holy woman, bound to forgive your enemies, even
-those who have been guilty of the blackest ingratitude against you. But
-as for me, you know that I never forgive an injury. That is my nature.
-If it be a sin, God has not given me strength to conquer it. Enough,
-my sister; and never again pronounce his name in my presence, or all
-intercourse between us shall cease.' No, my dear friend," continued
-Saint-Luc, "you will not make me this answer; and you will hear what I
-have to say."
-
-M. D'Haberville knew too well the requirements of hospitality to impose
-silence upon his friend under his own roof. His thick eyebrows gathered
-in a heavy frown, he half closed his eyes as if to veil his thoughts,
-and resigned himself to listen with the air of a criminal to whose
-satisfaction the judge is endeavoring to prove that he deserves his
-sentence.
-
-M. de Saint-Luc detailed Archie's conduct from the beginning, and his
-struggle with his implacable foe Montgomery. He spoke energetically of
-the soldier's obligation to obey the commands of his superior, however
-unjust. He drew a touching picture of the young man's despair, and
-added:
-
-"As soon as Lochiel learned that you and yours were ordered to embark
-at once for Europe, he requested an audience with the general, which
-was granted.
-
-"'_Captain_ de Lochiel,' said Murray, handing him the brevet of his new
-rank, 'I was going to look for you. Having witnessed your exploits on
-the glorious field of 1759, I hastened to ask for your promotion; and I
-may add that your subsequent conduct has proved you worthy of the favor
-of His Majesty's Government, and of my utmost efforts on your behalf.'
-
-"'I am most glad, sir,' answered Lochiel, 'that your recommendation has
-obtained me a reward far beyond anything my poor services could entitle
-me to expect; and I beg you will accept my grateful thanks for the
-favor, which emboldens me to ask yet one more. General, it is a great,
-an inestimable favor which I would ask of you.'"
-
-"'Speak, captain,' said Murray, 'for I would do much to gratify you.'
-
-"'If it were myself that was concerned,' said Archie, 'I should
-have nothing further to desire. It is for others I would speak. The
-D'Haberville family, ruined, like so many others, by our conquest, has
-been ordered by Your Excellency to depart at once for France. They have
-found it impossible to sell, even at the greatest sacrifice, the small
-remnants of their once considerable fortune. Grant them, I implore
-you, two years in which to set their affairs in order. Your Excellency
-is aware how much I owe to this family, which loaded me with kindness
-during my ten years' sojourn in the colony. It was I who, obeying the
-orders of my superior officer, completed their ruin by burning their
-manor and mill at St. Jean-Port-Joli. For the love of Heaven, general,
-grant them two years, and you will lift a terrible burden from my soul!'
-
-"'Captain de Lochiel,' said Murray severely, 'I am surprised to hear
-you interceding for the D'Habervilles, who have shown themselves our
-most implacable enemies.'
-
-"'It is but just to them, general,' answered Archie, 'to recognize that
-they have fought bravely to defend their country, even as we have done
-to conquer it. It is with some confidence I address myself to a brave
-soldier, on behalf of truly valiant enemies.'
-
-"Lochiel had touched the wrong cord, for Murray was brooding over his
-defeat of the preceding year, and, further, he was hardly susceptible
-to anything like chivalry of sentiment. He answered icily:
-
-"'Impossible, sir! I can not recall my order. The D'Habervilles must
-go.'
-
-"'In that case, will Your Excellency be so kind as to accept my
-resignation?' said Archie.
-
-"'What, sir!' exclaimed the general, paling with anger.
-
-"'Will Your Excellency,' repeated Archie coldly, 'be so good as to
-accept my resignation, and permit me to serve as a common soldier? They
-who will seek to point the finger at me as the monster of ingratitude,
-who, after being loaded with benefits by a family to whom he came a
-stranger, achieved the final ruin of that family without working any
-alleviation of their lot--they who would hold me up to scorn for this
-will find it harder to discover me when buried in the ranks than when I
-am at the head of men who have no such stain upon them.' Once more he
-offered his commission to the general.
-
-"The latter became first red and then pale, turned upon his heel, bit
-his lips, passed his hand across his forehead, muttered something like
-a 'G--d d--n!' between his teeth, and remained for a moment plunged in
-thought. Then he calmed himself suddenly, put out his hand, and said:
-
-"'I appreciate your sentiments, Captain de Lochiel. Our sovereign must
-not be deprived of the services which you can render him as one of his
-officers, you who are ready to sacrifice your future for a debt of
-gratitude. Your friends shall remain.'
-
-"'A thousand thanks!' cried Archie. 'You may count on my devotion
-henceforth, though I be required to march alone to the cannon's mouth
-to prove it. A mountain of remorse lay on my heart. Now I feel as light
-as one of our mountain roebucks!'"
-
-Of all the passions that sway men's wills, jealousy and revenge are
-perhaps the hardest to control. Captain D'Haberville, after having
-listened with a frown, said merely:
-
-"I perceive that the services of M. de Lochiel have met with due
-appreciation. As for me, I was unaware that I was so indebted to him."
-And he turned the conversation into another channel.
-
-M. de Saint-Luc glanced at the other members of the family, who had
-listened with eyes cast down, not daring to discuss the subject.
-Rising from the table, he added:
-
-"This respite, D'Haberville, is a most fortunate thing; for you
-may rest assured that within two years you will find yourself
-free to go or come as you will. The English governor incurred too
-heavy a responsibility when he doomed to death so many persons of
-prominence--persons allied to the most illustrious families, not only
-on the Continent, but in England as well. He will seek to conciliate
-the Canadians in order to ward off the consequences of this dreadful
-catastrophe. Now, farewell, my friends; and remember they are weak
-souls who let themselves be beaten down by misfortune. One great
-consolation we have in considering that we did all that could be
-expected of the bravest, and that, if our country could have been
-preserved, our arms and our courage would have preserved it."
-
-The night was far advanced when M. de Saint-Luc reached Quebec and
-presented himself at the Château St.-Louis, where he was at first
-refused admission. But he was so determined, declaring that his tidings
-were of the most immediate importance, that at length an aide consented
-to awaken the governor, who had been some hours in bed. Murray at first
-failed to recognize M. de Saint-Luc, and asked him angrily how he dared
-disturb him at such an hour, or what tidings he could bring of such
-pressing importance.
-
-"An affair which you will assuredly consider worthy of some attention,
-sir, for I am Captain de Saint-Luc, and my presence here will tell you
-the rest."
-
-General Murray turned as pale as death. Presently he called for
-refreshments, and, treating Saint-Luc with the most profound
-consideration, he inquired of him the fullest particulars of the wreck.
-He was no longer the same man who had carelessly consigned so many
-brave officers to their doom just because the sight of their uniforms
-displeased him.
-
-What M. de Saint-Luc had foreseen presently came to pass. Thenceforward
-Governor Murray, conscience-stricken by the loss of the Auguste, became
-very lenient toward the Canadians, and those who wished to remain in
-the colony were given liberty to do so. M. de Saint-Luc, in particular,
-whose possible revelations he may have dreaded, became the special
-object of his favor, and found nothing to complain of in the governor's
-attitude. He set his tremendous energies to the work of repairing his
-fortunes, and his efforts were crowned with well-merited success.
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER XV.
-
-LOCHIEL AND BLANCHE.
-
-
-After seven long years of severe privation, content and even happiness
-came back to the D'Habervilles. It is true that the great manor
-house had been replaced by a somewhat humble dwelling; but it was a
-palace compared to the mill they had just left. The D'Habervilles
-had, moreover, suffered less than many others in the same position.
-Loved and respected by their tenants, they had suffered none of
-those humiliations which the vulgar often inflict upon their betters
-in distress. The D'Habervilles had never forgotten that it is the
-privilege of the upper classes to treat their inferiors with respect.
-They were besieged with offers of service. When it was decided to
-rebuild the manor, the whole parish volunteered its assistance to help
-along the work. Every man labored with as much zeal as if it were his
-own house he was building. With the delicate tact of the Frenchman,
-they never entered, except as invited guests, the poor chambers which
-the family had set apart in the mill. If they had been affectionate
-toward their seigneur in his prosperity, when the iron hand of
-adversity was laid upon him they became his devoted disciples.
-
-Only they who have known great reverses, who have suffered long and
-cruelly, can appreciate the blissful content of them who again see
-better days. Hitherto all had respected Captain D'Haberville's grief,
-and in his presence had scarcely spoken above their breath; but now
-the natural gayety of the French heart reasserted itself, and all was
-changed as by enchantment.
-
-The captain laughed and joked as he used to before the war, the ladies
-sang as they busied themselves about the house, and again the sonorous
-voice of Uncle Raoul was heard on fine evenings arousing the echoes of
-the cape. The faithful José was everywhere at once, and tales of the
-experiences of his "late father, now dead" flowed incessantly from his
-lips.
-
-One morning toward the end of August, that same year, Captain
-D'Haberville was returning from the river Port-Joli, his gun on one
-shoulder and a well-filled game-bag slung over the other, when he saw a
-small boat put off from a ship which was anchored a little way out. The
-boat made directly for the D'Habervilles' landing. The captain sat on a
-rock to wait for it, imagining that it contained some sailors in quest
-of milk and fresh victuals. As they landed he was hastening forward
-to meet them, when he saw with surprise that one of them, who was
-dressed as a gentleman, was handing a packet to one of the sailors and
-directing him to take it to the manor house. At the sight of Captain
-D'Haberville this gentleman seemed to change his mind suddenly, for he
-stepped forward and handed him the packet with these words:
-
-"I have hardly dared hand you this packet myself, Captain D'Haberville,
-although it contains news at which you will rejoice."
-
-"Why, sir," replied the captain, searching his memory for the name of
-this person, whose face seemed half familiar, "why should you have
-hesitated to hand me the packet yourself if chance had not thrown me in
-your way?"
-
-"Because, sir," said the other, hesitating, "I might have feared that
-it would be disagreeable to you to receive it at my hands. I know that
-Captain D'Haberville never forgets either a benefit or an injury."
-
-Captain D'Haberville stared at the stranger; then, frowning heavily, he
-shut his eyes and was silent for some moments. The stranger, watching
-him intently, could see that a violent struggle was raging in his
-breast. Presently Captain D'Haberville recovered his self-possession
-and said, with scrupulous politeness:
-
-"Let us leave to each man's own conscience the remembrance of past
-wrongs. You are here, Captain de Lochiel, and as the bearer of letters
-from my son you are entitled to every welcome on my part. The family
-will be glad to see you. You will receive at my house--a cordial
-hospitality." He was going to say bitterly a princely hospitality, but
-the reproach died upon his lips. The lion was as yet but half appeased.
-
-Archie instinctively put out his hand to grasp that of his old friend;
-but Captain D'Haberville responded with a visible effort, and his hand
-lay passive in the young man's clasp.
-
-A sigh burst from Archie's lips, and for a time he seemed uncertain
-what to do. At length he said sorrowfully:
-
-"Captain D'Haberville can refuse to forgive him whom once he loved and
-overwhelmed with benefits, but he has too noble a soul to wantonly
-inflict a punishment too great to be endured. To see again the places
-which will recall such poignant memories will be trial enough in
-itself, without meeting there the cold welcome which hospitality
-extends to the stranger. Farewell, Captain D'Haberville; farewell
-forever to him whom I once called my father, if he will no longer
-regard me as a son. I call Heaven to witness that every hour has
-been embittered with remorse since the fatal day when my duty as a
-soldier under orders forced me to enact a barbarism at which my very
-soul sickened. I swear to you that a great weight has lain ceaselessly
-upon my heart, through the hours of excitement on the battle-field, of
-gayety at ball and festival, not less than through the silence of the
-long and weary nights. Farewell forever, for I perceive that you have
-refused to hear from the lips of the good superior the story of my pain
-and my despair. Farewell for the last time, and, since all intercourse
-must cease between us, tell me, oh, tell me, I implore you, that some
-measure of peace and happiness has been restored to your family! Oh,
-tell me that you are not continually miserable! Nothing remains for me
-but to pray God on my knees that he will shed his best blessings on a
-family which I so deeply love! To offer to repair with my own fortune
-the losses which I caused would be an insult to a D'Haberville."
-
-Though M. D'Haberville had refused to listen to his sister, he had
-none the less been impressed by the recital of M. de Saint-Luc, and by
-Archie's devotion in offering to sacrifice his fortune and his future
-to a sentiment of gratitude. Hence the degree of welcome with which he
-had received him. Otherwise, it is probable he would have turned his
-back upon him.
-
-The suggestion of pecuniary compensation made M. D'Haberville start as
-if he had been touched with a red-hot iron; but this passing emotion
-was forgotten in the conflict of his feelings. He clasped his breast
-with both hands, as if he would tear out the bitterness which, in spite
-of him, clung to his heart. Making Lochiel a sign to remain where he
-was, he strode rapidly down the shore; then he came back slowly and
-thoughtfully, and said:
-
-"I have done my utmost, Archie, to banish the last of my bitterness;
-but you know me, and you know it will be a work of time to blot it
-completely from my remembrance. All that I can say is that my heart
-forgives you. My sister the superior told me all. I listened to her,
-after hearing of your good offices in interceding with the governor
-on my behalf, of which I learned through my friend de Saint-Luc.
-I concluded that he who was ready to sacrifice rank and fortune
-for his friends could only have been acting by compulsion in those
-circumstances to which I now allude for the last time. If you should
-notice occasionally any coldness in my attitude toward yourself, please
-pay no attention to it. Let us leave it all to time."
-
-He pressed Lochiel's hand cordially. The lion was appeased.
-
-"As it is probable," said M. D'Haberville, "that the calm is going to
-continue, send back your sailors after they have had something to eat;
-and if by chance a favorable wind should arise, my good nag Lubine will
-carry you to Quebec in six hours--that is, if your business prevents
-your staying with us so long as we would wish. This will be convenient
-for you, will it not?"
-
-With these words, he passed his arm under that of Archie and they
-walked together toward the house.
-
-"Now, Archie," said the captain, "how does it happen that you bring
-letters and good news from my son?"
-
-"I left Jules in Paris seven weeks ago," answered Archie, "after having
-stayed a month with him at the house of his uncle M. de Germain, who
-did not wish me to be separated from my friend during my stay in
-France; but it will be pleasanter for you to learn all from his own
-hand, so permit me to say no more."
-
-If it saddened Lochiel to see what one would have called before the
-conquest the D'Haberville village replaced by three or four poor
-cottages, nevertheless, he had an agreeable surprise in the prosperous
-appearance of the manor. These buildings, new and freshly white-washed,
-this garden gay with flowers, these two orchards laden with fine fruit,
-the harvesters returning from the meadows with fragrant loads of
-hay--all this tended to dissipate the impression of gloom that had at
-first almost overwhelmed him. With the exception of a sofa and a dozen
-arm-chairs of mahogany, and a few other small articles of furniture
-snatched from the flames, everything was of extreme simplicity within
-the new dwelling. All the furniture was in plain wood. The walls were
-guiltless of pictures, as the floors of carpets. The family portraits,
-which had been the pride of the D'Habervilles, no longer occupied
-their places in the dining-room; the only ornaments of the new rooms
-were some fir-boughs standing in the corners and a generous supply
-of flowers in baskets made by the natives. This absence of costly
-adornment, however, was not without its charm. One breathed deeply in
-that atmosphere, wholesome with the fragrance of fir-boughs, flowers,
-and new wood. There was everywhere a flavor of freshness, which made it
-hard to regret the absence of more costly appointments.
-
-All the family, having seen M. D'Haberville in the distance accompanied
-by a stranger, had gathered in the drawing-room to receive him. Not
-having seen Archie for ten years, nobody but Blanche recognized him.
-The girl grew pale at the sight of the friend whom she had never
-thought to see again; but recovering herself promptly, as women will to
-conceal their strongest feelings, like the other two ladies she made
-the deep courtesy which she would have bestowed upon a stranger. As for
-Uncle Raoul, he bowed with chilly politeness. He had little love for
-the English, and ever since the conquest he had been cursing them with
-an eloquence not edifying to pious ears.
-
-"May I be roasted by an Iroquois," exclaimed the captain, addressing
-Archie, "if a single one of us knew you. Come, look at this gentleman;
-ten years ought not to have blotted him from your memory. As for me, I
-knew him at once. Speak, Blanche, you being the youngest should have
-better eyes than the rest."
-
-"I think," said Blanche in a low voice, "that it is M. de Lochiel."
-
-"Yes," said M. D'Haberville, "it is Archie, who has seen Jules very
-lately in Paris. He brings us letters from him, full of good news. What
-are you doing, Archie, that you do not embrace your old friends?"
-
-The family, ignorant of the change in the captain's feelings, were only
-awaiting his consent to give Archie a welcome whose warmth brought
-tears into his eyes.
-
-The last letter from Jules contained the following passage:
-
-"I have been taking the waters of Baréges for my wounds, and though I
-am still weak, I am getting well rapidly. The doctors say that I must
-have rest, and that it will be long before I am able to take the field
-again. I have obtained an unlimited furlough. Our relative the minister
-and all my friends counsel me to leave the army and return to Canada,
-the new country of all my family. They advise me to establish myself
-there, after taking the oath of allegiance to the English crown; but
-I will do nothing without consulting you. My brother Archie, who has
-influential friends in England, has sent me a letter of recommendation
-from one high in authority to your governor, Sir Guy Carleton, who,
-they say, shows great consideration for the Canadian nobility. If
-on your advice I decide to remain in Canada, I shall hope to be of
-some use to my poor fellow-countrymen. God willing, I shall have the
-pleasure of embracing you all again toward the end of September next.
-Oh, what happiness, after so long a separation!"
-
-In a postscript Jules added:
-
-"I was forgetting to tell you that I have been presented to the King,
-who received me most kindly. He even praised me for what he was pleased
-to call my noble conduct, and made me a Knight of the Grand Cross of
-the Most Honorable Order of St. Louis. I know not to what pleasantry
-I owe this favor, which every Frenchman who carried a sword has as
-much deserved as I. I could name ten officers in my own division who
-should have been decorated in my place. It is true that I have had the
-precious advantage of getting carved up like a fool in every battle.
-Truly it is a pity that there was not an order for fools; then I should
-have fairly won the distinction which his Most Christian Majesty has
-just bestowed upon me. I hope, however, that this act will not shut
-the gates of paradise against him, and that St. Peter will find some
-other little peccadilloes to object to. Otherwise, I should be greatly
-concerned."
-
-Lochiel could scarcely keep from laughing at the words "Most Christian
-Majesty." He could see the mocking smile with which his friend would
-write the phrase.
-
-"Always the same," exclaimed M. D'Haberville.
-
-"And thinking only of others!" exclaimed the rest, with one voice.
-
-"I will wager my head to a shilling," said Archie, "that he would
-rather have seen the honor bestowed upon one of his friends."
-
-"What a son!" exclaimed the mother.
-
-"What a brother!" added Blanche.
-
-"You may well say what a brother," exclaimed Archie fervently.
-
-"And what a nephew have I trained up!" cried Uncle Raoul, making passes
-in the air with his cane, as if it were a saber and he on horseback.
-"There is a prince who can distinguish merit, and who knows how to
-reward it. His Majesty of France shows great discernment. He knows
-that with a hundred officers like Jules he could resume the offensive,
-overrun Europe with triumphant armies, overleap the Detroit like
-another William, crush proud Albion, and reconquer the colonies!"
-Again Uncle Raoul carved the air in every direction with his cane, to
-the imminent peril of the eyes, noses, and chins of the rest of the
-company. Then the chevalier looked about him proudly, and, with the
-aid of his cane, he dragged himself to an arm-chair, to repose after
-the laurels he had won for the King of France by the help of a hundred
-officers like his nephew.
-
-The letters from Jules, and Archie's coming, made that day one of
-feverish delight at D'Haberville Manor; and Archie was pursued with
-incessant questions about Jules, about their friends in France,
-about the Faubourg St. Germain, about the court, and about his own
-adventures. Archie wished then to see the servants. In the kitchen,
-getting dinner, he found the mulatto woman Lisette, who threw herself
-upon his neck as she used to do when he came home for his holidays with
-Jules. Her voice was choked with sobs of delight.
-
-This woman, whom Captain D'Haberville had bought when she was only
-four years old, had some failings, but she was deeply attached to the
-family. She stood in awe of no one but the master. Her mistress she
-regarded as a sort of new comer, whom she obeyed or not according to
-her whim.
-
-Blanche and her brother were the only ones who could do what they liked
-with her. Though Jules often tormented her sorely, she was always
-ready to laugh at his tricks and shield him from their consequences.
-
-Tried beyond all patience, M. D'Haberville had long ago given her her
-freedom; but, to use her own words, "she laughed at his emancipation
-like that," snapping her fingers, "for she had as good a right as he
-and his to remain in the house where she had been brought up." If her
-master, too utterly exasperated, would dismiss her by one door, she
-would promptly re-enter by the other.
-
-This irrepressible woman was as much affected by the misfortunes of her
-master as if she had been a daughter of the family; and, strange to
-say, during all the years when the captain was immersed in bitterness
-and gloom, she was a model of obedience and submission, and did the
-work of at least two servants. When she was alone with Blanche she
-would sometimes throw herself sobbing on her neck, and the brave girl
-would forget her own griefs in comforting those of the slave. It is
-necessary to add that when prosperity returned to the family Lisette
-became as willful as before.
-
-Leaving the kitchen, Lochiel ran to meet José, who came singing up from
-the garden, laden with fruit and vegetables.
-
-"Excuse me if I give you my left hand," said José; "I left the other
-behind me on the Plains of Abraham. I bear no grudge, however, against
-the 'short petticoat' (begging your pardon) who relieved me of it.
-The thing was done so neatly right at the joint that the surgeon had
-nothing left to do but bandage up the stump. We came off about quits,
-nevertheless, the 'short petticoat' and I, for I ran my bayonet through
-his body. It's just as well after all, however, for what use would my
-right hand be to me when there is no more fighting? No more war now
-that the Englishman is master of the land," added José, sighing.
-
-"It seems, my dear José," answered Lochiel, laughing, "that you know
-pretty well how to do without your right hand as long as the left
-remains to you."
-
-"Very true," said José. "I can manage when I'm driven to it, as in the
-scrimmage with the 'short petticoat'; but I confess that it grieves me
-to be thus crippled. Both hands would have been none too many to serve
-my master with. The times have been hard, indeed; but, thank God, the
-worst is over." And tears welled up in the faithful José's eyes.
-
-Lochiel then betook himself to the harvesters, who were busy raking the
-hay and loading the carts. They were all old acquaintances, who greeted
-him warmly for all the family, the captain excepted, had been at pains
-to exonerate him. The dinner, served with the greatest simplicity, was
-nevertheless lavish in its abundance, thanks to the game with which
-shore and forest were swarming at this season. The silver had been
-reduced to the limits of strict necessity; besides the spoons, forks,
-and drinking-cups, there remained but a single jug of ancient pattern,
-graven with the D'Haberville arms, to attest the former opulence of the
-family. The dessert consisted of the fruits of the season, brought in
-on maple leaves, in birch-bark _cassots_ and baskets ingeniously woven
-by the Indians. A little glass of black-currant ratafia before dinner
-to sharpen the appetite, spruce beer made out of the branches of the
-tree, and Spanish wine which they drank much tempered with water, these
-were the only liquors that the hospitality of Seigneur D'Haberville
-could set before his guest. This did not prevent the meal from being
-pervaded with kindly gayety; the family seemed to be entering upon a
-new life. But for his dread of wounding Archie, Captain D'Haberville
-would not have failed to joke upon the absence of champagne, which was
-replaced by the sparkling spruce beer.
-
-"Now that we are _en famille_," said the captain, smiling at Archie,
-"let us talk of the future of my son. As for me, old and worn out
-before my time with the fatigues of war, I have a good excuse for not
-serving the new government. It would not be for me, moreover, at my
-age, to draw the sword against France, whom I have served for more than
-thirty years. Rather death, a hundred times!"
-
-"And, like Hector the Trojan," interrupted Uncle Raoul, "we can all say:
-
- _Si Pergama dextra
- Defendi possent, etiam hâc defensa fuissent_."
-
-"Never mind Hector the Trojan," exclaimed M. D'Haberville who, not
-being as learned as his brother, had small taste for his quotations.
-"Never mind Hector the Trojan, who was not greatly concerned with
-our family affairs. Let us return to Jules. His health compels him
-to withdraw from the service, perhaps for a long time, or even
-permanently. His dearest interests are here where he was born. Canada
-is his true fatherland. He can not have the same affection for the
-land of his ancestors. His position, moreover, is very different from
-mine. What would be cowardice for me, standing on the edge of the tomb,
-is but an act of duty for him who is but on the threshold of life.
-Splendidly has he paid his debt to the country of his fathers. He
-retires honorably from a service which the doctors order him to leave.
-Now let him consecrate his energy and his abilities to the service of
-his fellow Canadians. The new governor is already well disposed toward
-us. He welcomes those of my countrymen who have intercourse with him.
-He has many times expressed his sympathy for the brave officers whom
-he had met face to face on the battle-field, and whom fate, not their
-courage, had betrayed. In the gatherings at Chateau St. Louis he shows
-the same regard for Canadians as for his own countrymen, as much for
-those of us who have lost all as for those more fortunate who can
-maintain a dignity suitable to their rank. Under his administration and
-supported by the strong recommendations which our friend Lochiel has
-procured for him, Jules has every reason to hope for a high position in
-the colony. Let him take the oath of allegiance to the English crown;
-and my last words when I bid him a final farewell shall be: 'Serve your
-English sovereign with the same zeal, devotion, and loyalty with which
-I have served the French King, and receive my blessing.'"
-
-Every one was struck by this sudden change of sentiment in the head of
-the family. They forgot that Adversity is a hard master, who bends the
-most stubborn heart beneath his grasp of steel. Captain D'Haberville,
-too proud and too loyal to acknowledge openly that Louis XV had
-wronged the subjects who had served him with a heroism so devoted,
-nevertheless, felt keenly the ingratitude of the French court. Although
-stung to the quick by such treatment, he was ready to shed the last
-drop of his blood for this voluptuous monarch given over to the whims
-of his mistresses. But there his devotion ceased. He would have refused
-for himself the favors of the new government; but he was too just to
-sacrifice his son's future to a sentiment with so slight a basis.
-
-"Let each one now express his opinion freely," said the captain,
-smiling, "and let the majority decide." The ladies answered this appeal
-by throwing themselves into his arms. Uncle Raoul seized his brother's
-hand, shook it vigorously, and exclaimed:
-
-"Nestor of old could not have spoken more wisely."
-
-"Nor could we have been more delighted," said Archie, "if we had had
-the advantage of listening to the very words of that most venerable
-Grecian."
-
-As the tide was full and the river beautifully calm, Archie proposed
-to Blanche a walk along the lovely shore, which stretches--varied with
-sandy coves--from the manor to the little Port-Joli River.
-
-"Everything I see," said Archie, as they moved along the river's edge,
-the level rays of the sunset making a path of red gold from their
-feet to the far-off mountains, "everything I see is rich with sweet
-memories. Here, when you were a child, I taught you to play with the
-shells which I picked up along this shore. In this little bay I taught
-my brother Jules to swim. There are the same strawberry beds and
-raspberry thickets whence we plucked the fruit you were so fond of.
-Here, seated, book in hand, on this little rock, you used to wait the
-return of Jules and me from hunting, to congratulate us on our success
-or mock at our empty game-bags. Not a tree, a bush, a shrub, but looks
-to me like an old and dear acquaintance. Oh, happy childhood, happy
-youth! Ever rejoicing in the present, forgetful of the past, careless
-of the future, life rolls along as gently as the current of this pretty
-stream which we are now crossing. It was then that we were wise, Jules
-and I, when our highest ambition was to pass our days together here,
-happy in our work and our hunting."
-
-"Just such a life of monotony and peace," interrupted Blanche, "is that
-to which our sex is doomed. God in giving man strength and courage set
-him apart for the loftier destinies. What must be the enthusiasm of a
-man in the midst of the battle! What sight more sublime than that of
-the soldier facing death a hundred times in the tumult for all he holds
-most dear! What must be the fierce exultation of the warrior when the
-bugles sound for victory!"
-
-This noble girl knew of no glory but that of arms. Her father, almost
-incessantly in the field, came back to the bosom of his family only to
-rehearse the exploits of his comrades-in-arms; and Blanche, while yet a
-child, had become steeped with martial ardor.
-
-"There are triumphs all too dearly bought," answered Archie, "when
-one considers the disasters that have followed in their train, when
-one remembers the tears of the widow and the orphan, robbed of their
-dearest! But here we are at the Port-Joli, well named, with its sunny
-banks gay with wild-rose thickets, its groves of fir and spruce, and
-its coverts of red willow. What memories cling about this lovely
-stream! I see again your gentle mother and your good aunt seated
-here on the grass on a fair evening in August, while we are paddling
-up-stream, in our little green canoe, to Babin's Islet, keeping time
-with our paddles as we sing in chorus the refrain of your pretty song:
-
- We're afloat, we're afloat, on the water so blue,
- We are bound for our isle of delight.
-
-I hear again the voice of your mother calling repeatedly: 'Go and get
-Blanche at once, you incorrigibles; it is supper-time, and you know
-your father expects punctuality at meals.' And Jules would answer,
-paddling with all his might, 'Do not fear my father's anger. I will
-take the whole responsibility on my own shoulders. I will make him
-laugh by telling him that, like His Majesty Louis XIV, he had expected
-to wait. You know I am a spoiled child in the holidays.'"
-
-"Dear fellow!" said Blanche, "he was sad enough that day when you and I
-found him hiding in this fir grove, where he had concealed himself to
-escape the first heat of father's indignation.
-
-"And he had not done anything so very dreadful after all," said Archie,
-laughing.
-
-"Let us enumerate his crimes," replied Blanche, counting on her
-fingers. "First, he had disobeyed father's orders by harnessing to
-the carriage an unruly three-year-old filly which was scarcely to be
-managed even in a sleigh. Secondly, after a hard tussle with the rash
-young driver, the filly had taken the bit in her teeth, and as the
-first proof of her freedom had crushed the unhappy cow belonging to our
-neighbor Widow Maurice."
-
-"A most happy accident for said widow," interposed Archie, "for
-your father replaced the old animal with two of the finest heifers
-in his pastures. I remember the anxiety of the poor woman when she
-learned that some officious spectator had informed your father of the
-accident. How does it happen that the people whom Jules tormented most
-assiduously are just the ones who were most devoted to him? What is the
-spell by which he compels everybody to love him? Widow Maurice used to
-have hardly a moment's peace while we were home for the holidays; yet
-she was always in tears when she came to bid Jules good-by."
-
-"The reason is not far to seek," said Blanche. "It is that all know his
-kind heart. You know, moreover, by experience, Archie, that those whom
-he loves best are just the ones that he teases most unremittingly. But
-let us continue our enumeration of his misdemeanors on that unlucky
-day! Thirdly, after killing the cow, the ugly brute ran against a
-fence, broke one of the wheels, and hurled the driver fifteen feet into
-the meadow beyond; but Jules, who always falls on his feet, like a cat,
-was in no way the worse for this adventure. Fourthly, and lastly, after
-smashing the carriage to splinters on the rocks of the Trois Saumons
-River, the mare ended by breaking her own legs on the shore, over in
-the parish of L'Islet."
-
-"Yes," added Archie, "and I remember how eloquently you pleaded for the
-culprit, who, in despair at having so deeply offended so good a father,
-was in danger of proceeding to rash extremities against himself.
-'Dear papa,' you said, 'should you not rather thank heaven for having
-preserved Jules's life? What matters the loss of a cow, a horse, a
-carriage? You might have seen his bleeding body brought home to you!'
-'Come, let us talk no more about it,' was your father's reply. 'Go
-and look for your rascal of a brother, for I doubt not you and Archie
-know where he has taken refuge after his nice performances!' "I see
-yet," continued Archie, "the half-penitent, half-comical air of Jules
-when he knew the storm had blown over. 'What, my father,' he ended by
-saying, after listening to some energetic remonstrances, 'would you
-have preferred to see me dragged to my death, like another Hippolytus,
-by the horse which your hands had nourished to be the murderer of your
-son? Would you have chosen to see my ensanguined locks dangling on
-the brambles?' To which the captain answered: 'Come, let's to supper,
-since there seems to be a God for such madcaps as you.' 'Now, that's
-more like the way to talk to a fellow,' was Jules's response. I never
-could quite understand," continued Archie, "why your father, who is
-ordinarily so unforgiving, used to forgive and forget so easily any
-offense of Jules."
-
-"Father knows," said Blanche, "that Jules loves him devotedly,
-and would endure anything to spare him pain. For all his headlong
-thoughtlessness, Jules could never offend my father deeply."
-
-"Now that we have called up so many pleasant memories," said Archie,
-"let us sit down on this hillock where we have so often before rested,
-and let us speak of more serious matters. I have decided to settle in
-Canada. I have lately sold a property which was left to me by one of
-my cousins. My fortune, although but moderate in the old country, will
-be counted large out here, where my happiest days have been spent, and
-where I propose to live and die among my friends. What do you say,
-Blanche?"
-
-"Nothing in the world could please us more. Oh, how happy Jules will
-be, how glad we will all be!"
-
-"Yes, you will all be pleased, doubtless; but my happiness can never be
-perfect, Blanche, unless you will consent to make it so by giving me
-your hand. I love--"
-
-The girl sprang to her feet as if an adder had stung her. With
-trembling lips and pale with anger, she cried:
-
-"You offend me, Captain de Lochiel! You have not considered the cruelty
-of the offer you are making me! Is it now you make me such a proposal,
-when the flames that you and yours have lighted in my unhappy country
-are hardly yet extinguished? Is it now, while the smoke yet rises from
-our ruined homes, that you offer me the hand of one of our destroyers?
-There would, indeed, be a bitter irony in lighting the marriage torch
-at the smoking ashes of my unhappy country! They would say, Captain
-de Lochiel, that your gold had bought the hand of the poor Canadian
-girl; and never will a D'Haberville endure such humiliation. O Archie!
-Archie! I would never have expected it of you, you the friend of my
-childhood! You know not what you are doing!" And Blanche burst into
-tears.
-
-Never had the noble Canadian girl appeared so beautiful in Archie's
-eyes as now, when she rejected with proud disdain the hand of one of
-her country's conquerors.
-
-"Calm yourself, Blanche," answered Lochiel. "I admire your patriotism.
-I appreciate the exalted delicacy of your sentiments, however unjust
-they may be toward the friend of your childhood. Never would a Cameron
-of Lochiel give offense to any lady, least of all to the sister of
-Jules D'Haberville, to the daughter of his benefactor. You know,
-Blanche, that I never act without due reflection. For you to reject
-with scorn the hand of an Englishman so soon after the conquest would
-be but natural in a D'Haberville; but as for me, Blanche, you know
-that I have loved you long--you could not be ignorant of it, in spite
-of my silence. The penniless young exile would have failed in every
-honorable sentiment had he declared his love for the daughter of his
-rich benefactor. Is it because I am rich now, is it because the chance
-of war has made us victorious in the struggle, is it because fate made
-of me an unwilling instrument of destruction, is it because of all this
-that I must bury in my heart one of the noblest emotions of our nature,
-and acknowledge myself defeated without an effort? No, Blanche, you
-surely can not think it; you have spoken without reflection; you regret
-the harsh words which have escaped you. Speak, Blanche, and say that
-you did not mean it."
-
-"I will be candid with you, Archie," replied Blanche. "I will be as
-frank as a peasant girl who has studied neither her feelings nor her
-words--as a country girl who has forgotten the conventionalities of
-that society from which she has so long been banished--and I will speak
-with my heart upon my lips. You had all that could captivate a girl of
-fifteen years--noble birth, wit, beauty, strength, and a generous and
-lofty heart. What more could be needed to charm an enthusiastic girl?
-Archie, if the penniless young exile had asked my parents for my hand,
-and they had granted his request, I should have been proud and happy
-to obey. But, Captain de Lochiel, there is now a gulf between us which
-I will never cross." And again the girl's voice was choked with sobs.
-
-"But I implore you, my brother Archie," continued she, taking his hand,
-"do not alter your intention of settling in Canada. Buy property in
-our neighborhood, so that we can see you continually. And if, in the
-ordinary course of nature (for you are eight years older than I), I
-should have the unhappiness to lose you, be sure that you would be
-mourned as bitterly by your sister Blanche as if she had been your
-wife. And now it is getting late, Archie, and we must return to the
-house," she added, pressing his hand affectionately between both of
-hers.
-
-"You will never be so cruel toward me and toward yourself," cried
-Archie, "as to persist in this refusal! Yes, toward yourself, Blanche,
-for the love of a heart like yours does not die out like a common
-passion; it resists time and all vicissitudes. Jules will plead my
-cause on his return, and his sister will not refuse him his first
-request. Oh, tell me that I may hope!"
-
-"Never, Archie, never," said Blanche. "The women of my family, as well
-as the men, have never failed in their duty--have never shrunk from any
-sacrifice, however painful. Two of my aunts, while yet very young, said
-one day to my father: 'You have no more than enough, D'Haberville, to
-maintain the dignity of the house. Our dowry would make a considerable
-breach in your means. To-morrow we shall enter a convent, where all is
-prepared to receive us.' Prayers, threats, the fury of my father--all
-proved vain; they entered the convent, where they have not wearied
-of good deeds to this day. As for me, Archie, I have other duties
-to perform--duties very dear to me. I must sweeten life as far as
-possible for my parents, must help them to forget their misfortunes,
-must care for them in their old age, and must close their eyes at the
-last. My brother Jules will marry; I will nurse his children, and share
-alike his good and evil fortune."
-
-Lochiel and Blanche walked toward the house in silence. The last rays
-of the setting sun, mirrored in the swelling tide, lent a new charm to
-the enchanting scene; but to their eyes the loveliness of nature seemed
-to have suddenly faded out. The next day, toward evening, a favorable
-wind arose. The vessel which had brought Lochiel weighed anchor at
-once, and M. D'Haberville instructed José to convey his young friend to
-Quebec.
-
-During the journey there was no lack of conversation between the two
-travelers; their subjects were inexhaustible. Toward five o'clock in
-the morning, however, as they were passing Beaumont, Lochiel said to
-José:
-
-"I am as sleepy as a marmot. We sat up late yesterday, and I was so
-feverish that I got no sleep for the rest of the night. Do sing me a
-song to keep me awake."
-
-He knew the hoarseness and vigor of his companion's voice, and he put
-great faith in it as an anti-soporific.
-
-"I can not refuse," answered José, who, like many others blessed
-with a discordant voice, prided himself greatly on his singing. "The
-more sleepy you are the more risk you run of breaking your head on
-the rocks, which have never been cleared away since La Corriveau's
-memorable trip; but I hardly know what to begin with. How would you
-like a song on the taking of Berg-op-Zoom?"
-
-"Berg-op-Zoom will do," said Archie, "though the English were pretty
-badly treated there."
-
-"Hem! hem!" coughed José. "Nothing like a little revenge on the enemy
-that handled us so roughly in '59." And he struck up the following:
-
- "A Te Deum for him who was born the doom (_repeat_)
- Of the stout-walled city of Berg-op-Zoom (_repeat_).
- By'r lady, he wants the best that's going,
- Who can do up a siege in a style so knowing."
-
-"How charmingly _naïve_!" cried Lochiel.
-
-"Is it not, captain?" said José, very proud of his success.
-
-"Indeed, yes, my dear José; but go on. I am in a hurry to hear the end.
-Do not halt upon so good a road."
-
-"Thank you, captain," said José, touching his cap.
-
- "Like Alexander who lived of old (_repeat_),
- His body is small, but his heart is bold (_repeat_).
- God gave him all Alexander's wit,
- And Cæsar's wisdom on top of it!"
-
-"'His body is small but his heart is bold,'" repeated Archie, "is a
-very happy touch! Where did you pick up this song?"
-
-"A grenadier who was at the siege of Berg-op-Zoom sang it to my late
-father. He said that it was terribly hot work there, and he carried the
-marks of it. He had only one eye left, and the skin was torn off his
-face from his forehead to his jaw-bone; but, as all these damages were
-on the left side, he still could manage his gun properly on the right.
-But let us leave him to look out for himself. He is a jolly lad who
-would dance a jig on his own grave, and I need not concern myself about
-him. Here's the third and last verse:
-
- "Oh, we combed the hides of the English well (_repeat_),
- A very bad lot, as I've heard tell! (_repeat_)
- They'll shake, by'r lady, till they get home,
- For fear of our boys and their curry-comb."
-
-"Delightful, 'pon honor!" cried Lochiel. "These English who were a very
-bad lot! These soldiers armed with the curry-comb! How exquisitely
-_naïve_! Charming!"
-
-"By our lady, though, captain," said José, "they are not always so
-easy to comb, these English. Like our good horse Lubine here, they are
-sometimes very bad-humored and ugly to handle if one rubs them too
-hard. Witness the first battle of the Plains of Abraham!"
-
-"It was the English, was it not, who carried the curry-comb then?"
-remarked Archie.
-
-For reply, José merely lifted up the stump of his arm, around which he
-had twisted the leather of his whip.
-
-For a time our travelers journeyed on in silence, and again Archie grew
-heavy with sleep. Perceiving this, José cried:
-
-"Captain, captain, you're nearly asleep! Take care, or you're going to
-break your nose, begging your pardon. I think you want another song to
-wake you up. Shall I sing you the Complaint of Biron?"
-
-"Who was Biron?" inquired Lochiel.
-
-"Uncle Raoul, who is so learned, told me that he was a prince, a great
-warrior, the relative and friend of our late King Henry IV; which did
-not prevent the latter from having him executed just as if he was a
-nobody. When I made my lament upon his death, Uncle Raoul and the
-captain told me that he had proved a traitor to the king, and forbid me
-even to sing the complaint in their presence. This struck me as rather
-droll, but I obeyed them all the same."
-
-"I have never heard of this lament," said Archie; "and as I am not
-particularly sensitive in regard to the kings of France, I wish you
-would sing it for me."
-
-Thereupon José struck up, in a voice of thunder, the following lament:
-
- "The king he had been warned by one of his _gens d'armes_,
- (His name it was La Fin, that gave him the alarm,)
- 'Your Majesty, I pray you, of Prince Biron beware,
- For he's plotting wicked deeds, and there's treason in the air.'
-
- "La Fin had hardly spoke when Prince Biron came in,
- His cap was in his hand, and he bowed before the king.
- Said he: 'Will't please Your Majesty to try your hand at play?
- Here's a thousand Spanish doubloons that I have won this day.'
-
- "'If you have them with you, prince,' replied His Majesty,
- 'If you have them with you, prince, go find the queen, and she
- Will play you for the Spanish gold you have not long to see!'
-
- "He had not played two games when the constable came in,
- And bowing, cap in hand, right courtly said to him:
- 'Oh, will you rise up, prince, and come along with me?
- This night in the Bastile your bed and board shall be!'
-
- "'Oh, had I but my sword, my weapon bright and keen,
- Oh, had I but my saber, my knife of golden sheen,
- No constable could capture me that ever I have seen!'
-
- "It might have been a month, or may be two weeks more,
- That no friends came to see him or passed his prison door;
- At last came judges three, pretending not to know,
- And asked of him, 'Fair prince, oh, who has used you so?'
-
- "'Oh, they who used me so had power to put me here;
- It was the king and queen, whom I served for many a year;
- And now for my reward my death it draweth near!
-
- "'And does the king remember no more the Savoy War?
- And has the king forgotten the wounds for him I bore?
- And is it my true service now that I must suffer for?
-
- "'And has the king forgotten that if I have to die,
- The blood of Biron may to Heaven for vengeance cry?
- Or does the king remember I have a brother yet?
- But when _he_ sees the king he will not me forget.'"
-
-By this time Lochiel was thoroughly awake. The tremendous voice of José
-would have awakened the sleeping beauty herself from the depths of her
-hundred years' slumber.
-
-"But you, sir," said José, "you who are nearly as learned as Uncle
-Raoul, you could perhaps tell me something of this wicked king who so
-ungratefully put this poor M. Biron to death."
-
-"Kings, my dear José, never forget a personal offense, and, like a
-great many smaller people who can not overlook the faults of others, no
-matter how well atoned for, for faithful services, their memory is very
-short."
-
-"Well, now, but that seems very queer to me, when I was thinking that
-the good God had given them everything that heart could wish! A short
-memory! But that is droll."
-
-Smiling at his companion's innocence, Archie replied:
-
-"King Henry IV, however, had an excellent memory, although it failed
-him in that one instance. He was a good prince and loved his subjects
-as if they were his own children, and he did all he could to make them
-happy. It is not surprising that his memory is cherished by all good
-Frenchmen, even after a lapse of one hundred and fifty years."
-
-"By our lady," exclaimed José, "there's nothing surprising in that, if
-the subjects have a better memory than their princes! It was cruel of
-him, however, to hang this poor M. Biron."
-
-"The nobility of France were never hung," said Archie. "That was one of
-their special privileges. They simply had their heads cut off."
-
-"That was indeed a privilege. It may perhaps hurt more, but it is much
-more glorious to die by the sword than by the rope," remarked José.
-
-"To return to Henry IV," said Archie; "we must not be too severe in
-our condemnation of him. He lived in a difficult period, a period of
-civil war. Biron, his kinsman and former friend, turned traitor, and
-was doubly deserving of his fate."
-
-"Poor M. Biron!" said José; "but he speaks finely in his lament."
-
-"It is not always they who speak the best who have most right on their
-side," remarked Archie. "There is no one so like an honest man as an
-eloquent knave."
-
-"All very true, Mr. Archie. We have one poor thief in our district,
-and as he doesn't know how to defend himself, everybody is continually
-getting his teeth into him, while his brother, who is a hundred times
-worse than he, has so smooth a tongue that he passes himself off for a
-little saint. Meanwhile, yonder is Quebec! But no more the white flag
-waving over her," added José, sighing.
-
-To hide his emotion, he went searching in all his pockets for his pipe,
-grumbling to himself and repeating his old refrain:
-
- "Our good folk will come again."
-
-José spent two days in Quebec, and returned loaded with all the
-presents that Archie thought would find acceptance at D'Haberville
-Manor. Such rich gifts as he would have sent under other circumstances
-he dared not send now, for fear of wounding his friends. In bidding
-José farewell, he said:
-
-"I left my prayer-book at the manor house. Beg Miss Blanche to take
-care of it till I return. It was a keepsake."
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER XVI.
-
-THE FAMILY HEARTH.
-
-
-Many a calamity had swept over the land since the day when the
-relations and friends of Jules had gathered at the manor house to bid
-him farewell before his departure for France. Among the old men time
-had made his customary inroads. The enemy had carried fire and sword
-into the peaceful dwellings of the _habitants_. The famine numbered its
-victims by the hundred. The soil had been drenched with the blood of
-its brave defenders. Wind and sea had conspired against many of those
-brave officers from whom sword and bullet had turned aside. Nature was
-satiated with the blood of the children of New France. The future was
-dark indeed for the upper classes, already ruined by the havoc of the
-enemy, for those who, in laying by the sword, were compelled to lay
-by the main support of their families, and for those who foresaw that
-their descendants, reduced to a lower walk in life, would be compelled
-to till the soil which their valiant ancestors had made illustrious.
-
-The city of Quebec, which of old had seemed to brave, upon its hill
-summit, the thunders of the heaviest guns and the assaults of the
-most daring battalions, the proud city of Quebec, still incumbered
-with wreckage, raised itself with difficulty out of its ruins. The
-British flag streamed triumphant from its overbearing citadel, and the
-Canadian who, by force of habit, used to raise his eyes to the height
-in expectation of seeing the lily banner, would drop them again sadly,
-repeating with a sigh these touching words, "But our good kin will come
-again."
-
-The reader will doubtless be gratified to see his old acquaintances,
-after so many disasters bravely endured, once more gathered together at
-a little banquet. This was a feast given by M. D'Haberville in honor of
-his son's return. Even "the good gentleman" himself, though nearing the
-close of his century, had responded in person to the summons. Captain
-des Ecors, a comrade of M. D'Haberville, a brave officer who had been
-brought to ruin by the conquest, formed with his family a congenial
-addition to the gathering. One of Jules's kinsfolk who perished in
-the wreck of the Auguste had left him a small legacy, which brought
-a new comfort to the D'Habervilles, and enabled them to exercise a
-hospitality from which they had been long and reluctantly debarred.
-
-All the guests were at table, after vainly waiting for the arrival of
-Lochiel, who was as a rule the most punctual of men.
-
-"Well, my friends," said M. D'Haberville, "what think you now of
-the omens which so saddened me ten years ago? What is your opinion,
-Monsieur the Curé, of those mysterious warnings which Heaven appeared
-to send me?"
-
-"I think," answered the priest, "that every one has had, or imagined
-himself to have, more or less mysterious warnings, even in the most
-remote epochs. But, without going too far back, Roman history is rife
-with prodigies and portents. Occurrences the most insignificant were
-classed as good or bad omens. The soothsayers consulted the flight of
-birds, the entrails of the sacrificial victims, and what not! Further,
-they say that no two of these holy and veracious personages could look
-at each other without laughing."
-
-"And you conclude from this--?" queried M. D'Haberville.
-
-"I conclude," said the priest, "that we need not greatly concern
-ourselves about such manifestations. Supposing Heaven were pleased, in
-certain exceptional cases, to give visible signs as to the future, this
-would but add one more to the already numberless ills of poor humanity.
-We are by nature superstitious, and we should be kept in a state of
-feverish apprehension, far worse than the actual evils supposed to be
-foreshadowed."
-
-"Well," said M D'Haberville, who, like many more, consulted others
-merely as a matter of form, "my own experience compels me to believe
-that such omens are very often to be trusted. To me they have never
-played false. Besides those which you yourselves have witnessed, I
-could cite you a host of others. For instance, about fifteen years ago
-I was leading a war party against the Iroquois. My band was made up
-of Canadians and Huron Indians. We were on the march, when suddenly I
-felt a sharp pain in my thigh, as if I had been struck by some hard
-substance. The pang was sharp enough to make me halt a moment. I told
-my Indians about it. They looked at each other uneasily, consulted the
-horizon, and breathed deeply, sniffing the air in every direction, like
-dogs in quest of game. Then, certain that there were no enemies in the
-neighborhood, they resumed their march. I asked Petit-Étienne, the
-chief, who appeared uneasy, if he was dreading a surprise. 'Not that I
-know of,' said he, 'but at our first encounter with the enemy you will
-be wounded just where you felt the pain.' Of course I laughed at the
-prediction; but for all that, not two hours later an Iroquois bullet
-went through my thigh at the spot in question, fortunately escaping the
-bone. No, gentlemen; omens have proved faithful in my own case."
-
-"And what thinks Monsieur the Chevalier?" asked the priest.
-
-"I think," said Uncle Raoul, "that there is good wine on the table, and
-that it is our pressing duty to attack it."
-
-"An admirable decision!" cried everybody.
-
-"The wine," remarked Jules, "is the most faithful of presages, for
-it announces happiness and mirth. In proof of it, here is our friend
-Lochiel coming up the avenue. I am going to meet him."
-
-"You see, my dear Archie," said the captain, greeting him warmly,
-"you see that we have treated you without ceremony, as a child of the
-family. We only waited for you half an hour. Knowing your soldierly
-punctuality, we feared that some unavoidable business had prevented
-your coming."
-
-"I should have been much grieved if you had treated me otherwise than
-as a child of the family," answered Archie. "I had planned to be here
-quite early this morning, but I did not make sufficient allowance for
-your fine quagmire at Cap St.-Ignace. First of all, my horse got into a
-bog-hole, whence I extricated him at the cost of the harness, which I
-had to do without as best I could. Then I broke a wheel of my carriage,
-whereupon I had to go and seek help at the nearest house, about a mile
-and a half away. For most of the distance I was wading through mud up
-to my knees, and when I got there I was half dead with fatigue."
-
-"Ah, my dear Archie," said Jules, the ceaseless mocker, "_quantum
-mutatus ab illo_, as Uncle Raoul would have said if I hadn't got ahead
-of him. Where are your mighty legs, of which you were once so proud
-in that same morass? Have they lost their agility since the 28th of
-April, 1760? They served you admirably in that retreat, as I predicted
-they would."
-
-"It is true," replied Lochiel, laughing heartily, "that they did not
-fail me in the _retreat_ of 1760, as you so considerately call it, but,
-my dear Jules, you had no reason to complain of your own, short as they
-are, in the retreat of 1759. One compliment deserves another you know,
-always with due regard to a soldier's modesty."
-
-"Ah, but you're all astray there, my dear fellow. A scratch which I
-had received from an English bullet was interfering very seriously
-with my flight, when a tall grenadier who had somehow taken a fancy to
-me, threw me over his shoulder with no more ceremony than as if I were
-his haversack, and, continuing his retreat at full speed, deposited me
-at length within the walls of Quebec. It was time. In his zeal, the
-creature had carried me with my head hanging down his rascally back,
-like a calf on the way to the butcher's, so that I was almost choked
-by the time he landed me. Would you believe it, the rascal had the
-audacity some time afterward, to ask me for a _pour-boire_ for himself
-and his friends, who were so glad to see their little grenadier once
-more upon his feet; and I was fool enough to treat the crowd. You see,
-I never could keep up a grudge. But here is your dinner, piping hot,
-which your friend Lisette has kept in the oven for you. To be sure, you
-deserve to take your dinner in the kitchen, for the anxiety that you
-have been causing us; but we'll let that pass. Here is José bringing
-you an appetizer, according to the custom of all civilized nations. The
-old fellow is so glad to see you that he is showing his teeth from ear
-to ear. I assure you that he is not one-handed when he is giving his
-friends a drink, and still less so when, like his late father, he is
-taking one himself."
-
-"Our young master," answered José, putting the empty plate under his
-arm in order to shake Archie's hand, "our young master is always at
-his jokes; but Mr. Archie knows very well that if there was only one
-glass of brandy left in the world I should give it to him rather than
-drink it myself. As for my poor late father, he was a very systematic
-man; so many drinks a day and not a drop more--always barring weddings
-and festivals and other special occasions. He knew how to live with
-propriety, and also how to take his little recreations from time to
-time, the worthy man! All I can say is, that when he entertained his
-friends he didn't keep the bottle under the table."
-
-In The Vicar of Wakefield Goldsmith makes the good pastor say:
-
-"I can't say whether we had more wit among us than usual, but I'm
-certain we had more laughing, which answered the end as well."
-
-The same might be said of the present gathering, over which there
-reigned that French light-heartedness which seems, alas, to be
-disappearing in what Homer would call these degenerate days.
-
-"Neighbor," said Captain D'Haberville to Captain des Ecors, "if your
-little difficulty with General Murray has not spoiled your throat for
-singing, please set a good example by giving us a song."
-
-"Indeed," said Archie, "I heard that you had great difficulty
-in escaping the clutches of our bad-tempered general, but I am
-unacquainted with the particulars."
-
-"When I think of it, my friend," exclaimed Captain des Ecors, "I
-feel something of a strangling sensation in my throat. I should not
-complain, however, for in my case the general conducted affairs in due
-order; instead of hanging me first and trying me afterward, he came to
-the wise conclusion that the trial had better precede the hanging.
-The fate of the unhappy miller Nadeau, my fellow-prisoner, who was
-accused of the same crime as myself, and who was not tried until after
-his execution--the sad fate of this respectable man, whose innocence
-he heard too late, led him to hesitate before hanging me untried. In
-my captivity I passed many a bad quarter of an hour. All communication
-with the outside world was forbidden me. I had no means of learning
-what fate was in store for me. Every day I asked the sentinel who was
-walking up and down beneath my window if he had any news for me, and
-ordinarily I received in answer a cordial 'goddam.' At last a soldier,
-more accessible and good-humored, who could jabber a scrap of French,
-replied to my question, '_Vous pendar sept heures le matingul!_' I
-believe this jolly and sympathetic creature put all his knowledge of
-French into that one phrase, for to every other question I asked I
-received the same reply--'_Vous pendar sept heures le matingul!_' It
-was easy to gather from this that I was to be hung some morning at
-seven o'clock, but what morning I could not learn. The outlook was
-anything but cheerful. For three whole days I had seen the body of the
-unfortunate Nadeau hanging from one of the arms of his wind mill, the
-plaything of the gale. Every morning I expected that I should be called
-to take his place on this novel and ingenious gibbet."
-
-"Infamous!" cried Archie. "And the man was innocent!"
-
-"This was proved at the inquest which was held after the execution,"
-replied Captain des Ecors. "I should add that General Murray appeared
-to repent with bitterness for this murder, which he had committed in
-his haste. He heaped Nadeau's family with benefits, and adopted his
-two little orphan daughters, whom he took with him to England. Poor
-Nadeau!"
-
-All the company echoed the words "Poor Nadeau!"
-
-"Alas!" said Des Ecor philosophically, "if we were to set ourselves
-lamenting for all who have lost their lives by--But let us change a
-subject so painful." Then he sang the following song:
-
- "The new Narcissus am I named,
- Whom all men most admire;
- From water have I been reclaimed,
- In wine to drown my fire.
- When I behold the rosy hue
- That gives my face renown,
- Enraptured with the lovely view,
- I drink my image down.
-
- "In all the universe is naught
- But tribute pays to thee;
- Even the winter's ice is brought
- For thy benignant glee.
- The Earth exerts her anxious care
- Thy nurture to assist;
- To ripen thee the sun shines fair;
- To drink thee I exist."
-
-The songs and choruses succeeded each other rapidly. That contributed
-by Madame Vincelot wrought up the merriment of the party to a high
-pitch.
-
- "This festal board, this royal cheer,
- They clearly tell
- (They clearly tell)
- Our host is glad to have us here,
- And feast us well
- (And feast us well);
- For even he permits that we
- Make Charivari! Charivari! Charivari!
-
- "Now pour me out a glass, kind host,
- Of this good wine (_repeat_),
- For I would drink a loving toast--
- This wife of thine (_repeat_),
- Who smilingly permits that we
- Make Charivari! Charivari! Charivari!"
-
-To this Madame D'Haberville added the following impromptu stanza:
-
- "If our endeavor to make your cheer
- Be not in vain (_repeat_),
- Consider you're the masters here,
- And come again (_repeat_),
- And it shall be your care that we
- Make Charivari! Charivari! Charivari!"
-
-Then Jules added a verse:
-
- "Without a spice of rivalry
- Dan Cupid nods (_repeat_),
- But challenge him to cups, and he
- 'Ll accept the odds (_repeat_).
- Bacchus and he, as well as we,
- Make Charivari! Charivari! Charivari!"
-
-At the end of each stanza every one pounded on the table with their
-hands or rapped on the plates with their forks and spoons, till the din
-became something indescribable.
-
-Blanche, being asked to sing her favorite song of Blaise and Babette,
-endeavored to excuse herself and substitute another; but the young
-ladies insisted, crying: "Let us have Blaise and Babette by all means;
-the minor is so touching."
-
-"Yes," said Jules, "that is a minor, with its 'My love it is my life';
-a minor to touch the tenderest chord in the feminine heart. Quick, let
-us have the sweet minor, to touch the hearts of these charming young
-ladies!"
-
-"We'll make you pay for that in blindman's buff," said one of them.
-
-"And in the game of forfeits," said another.
-
-"Look out for yourself, my boy," said Jules, addressing himself, "for
-in the hands of these young ladies you stand no better chance than
-a cat without claws would in--hades! No matter. Sing away, my dear
-sister. Your voice, perhaps, like that of Orpheus, will assuage the
-fury of your enemies."
-
-"The wretch!" chorused the young ladies, "to compare us--But, never
-mind, we'll settle with you later. Meanwhile, sing us the song,
-Blanche, dear."
-
-The latter still hesitated. Then, fearing to attract attention by her
-refusal, she sang the following song with tears in her voice. It was
-the cry of a pure love finding utterance, in spite of all her efforts
-to bury it in her heart:
-
- "For thee, dear heart, these flowers I twine.
- My Blaise, accept of thy Babette
- The warm rose and the orange-flower,
- And jessamine and violet.
- Be not thy passion like the bloom,
- That shines a day and disappears.
- My love is an undying light,
- And will not change for time or tears.
-
- "Dear, be not like the butterfly
- That knows each blossom in the glades,
- And cheapen not thy sighs and vows
- Among the laughing village maids.
- Such loves are but the transient bloom
- That shines a day and disappears.
- My love is an undying light,
- And will not change for time or tears.
-
- "If I should find my beauty fade,
- If I must watch these charms depart,
- Dear, see thou but my tenderness--
- Oh, look thou only on my heart!
- Remember how the transient bloom
- Shines for a day and disappears.
- My love is an undying light,
- And will not change for time or tears."
-
-Every one was moved by her touching pathos, of which they could not
-guess the true cause. They attributed it, lamely enough, to her emotion
-on seeing Jules thus brought back to the bosom of his family. To divert
-their attention, Jules hastened to say:
-
-"But it's myself that has brought the pretty song with me from France."
-
-"Let us have your pretty song," arose the cry on all sides.
-
-"No," said Jules, "I am keeping it for Mademoiselle Vincelot, to whom I
-wish to teach it."
-
-Now the young lady in question had for some years been declaring
-herself very hostile to the idea of marriage; indeed, she had avowed
-a pronounced preference for celibacy. But Jules knew that a certain
-widower, not waiting quite so long as decorum required, had overcome
-the strange repugnance of this tigress of chastity, and had even
-prevailed upon her to name the day. This declared opponent of marriage
-was in no hurry to thank Jules, whose malicious waggery she knew too
-well; but every one cried persistently: "The song! Give us the song,
-and you can teach it to Elise at your leisure."
-
-"As you will," said Jules. "It is very short, but is not wanting in
-spice:
-
- "A maiden is a bird
- That seems to love the cage,
- Enamored of the nest
- That nursed her tender age;
- But leave the window wide
- And, presto! she's outside
- And off on eager wing
- To mate and sing."
-
-They chaffed Elise a good deal, who, like all prudes, took their
-pleasantries with rather a bad grace, seeing which, Madame D'Haberville
-gave the signal, and the company arose and went into the drawing-room.
-Elise, as she was passing Jules, gave him a pinch that nearly brought
-the blood.
-
-"Come, my fair one, whose claws are so sharp," exclaimed Jules, "is
-this such a caress as you destined for your future spouse, this which
-you are now bestowing on one of your best friends? Happy spouse! May
-Heaven keep much joy for him at the last!"
-
-After the coffee and the customary _pousse-café_ the company went out
-into the court-yard to dance country dances and to play fox and geese
-and my lady's toilet. Nothing could be more picturesque than this
-latter game, played in the open air in a yard studded with trees. The
-players took their places each under a tree. One only remained in the
-open. Each furnished his or her contribution to my lady's toilet--one
-being her dress, another her necklace, another her ring, and so forth.
-It was the office of one of the players to direct the game. As soon
-as he called for one of these articles the one representing this
-article was obliged at once to leave his post, which was promptly taken
-possession of by another. Then, as the different articles of my lady's
-toilet were called for rapidly, a lively interchange of positions
-was set up between the players, the one left out in the first place
-striving to capture any post that might be left for an instant vacant.
-This merry game was continued until my lady considered her toilet
-complete. Then, on the cry, "My lady wants all her toilet," all the
-players change places with alacrity, and the one who was left out had
-to pay a forfeit. It is not to be supposed that this game was conducted
-without a vast deal of laughter and clamor and ludicrous mishaps.
-
-When the ladies were tired the party went into the house to amuse
-themselves less vigorously with such games as "does the company please
-you," or "hide the ring," "shepherdess," or "hide and seek," or "hot
-cockles," etc. They ended up with a game proposed by Jules, which was
-ordinarily productive of much laughter.
-
-The early Canadians, though redoubtable warriors on the battle-field,
-were thorough children in their social gatherings. Being nearly all
-kinsfolk or friends of long standing, many of their games which in
-these days might be regarded in the best circles as overfamiliar were
-robbed of the objectionable element. The stranger would have said that
-they were a lot of brothers and sisters letting their spirits have free
-play within the privacy of the family.
-
-It was not without deliberate purpose that Jules, who still felt the
-pinch Elise had given him, proposed a game by which he hoped to get
-his revenge. This is the game: A lady seated in an arm-chair begins by
-choosing some one as her daughter. Her eyes are then blindfolded, and,
-by merely feeling the faces of the players, who kneel before her one by
-one, with their heads enveloped in a shawl or scarf, she is required to
-pick out her daughter. Every time she makes a mistake she has to pay a
-forfeit. It is often a man or an old woman who kneels before her thus
-disguised, whence arises many a laughable mistake.
-
-When it came the turn of Elise to take the arm-chair, she did not fail
-to select Jules for her daughter, with the purpose of tormenting him a
-little during the inspection. As each person knelt at the feet of the
-blindfolded lady, all the others sang in chorus:
-
- "Oh, lady, say, is this your daughter?
- Oh, lady, say, is this your daughter?
- In buckles of gold and rings galore,
- The watermen bold are at the oar."
-
-The blindfolded lady responds in the same fashion:
-
- "Oh, yes, it is, it is my daughter, etc."
-
-Or else:
-
- "Oh, no, it is not, it is not my daughter;
- Oh, no, it is not, it is not my daughter.
- In buckles of gold and rings galore,
- The watermen bold are at the oar."
-
-After having inspected several heads, Elise, hearing under the shawl
-the stifled laughter of Jules, imagined she had grasped her prey. She
-feels his head. It is not unlike that of Jules. The face, indeed,
-seems a trifle long, but this rascally Jules has so many tricks for
-disguising himself! Did he not mystify the company for a whole evening,
-having been introduced as an old aunt just arrived that very day from
-France? Under this disguise, did he not have the audacity to kiss all
-the pretty women in the room, including Elise herself? The wretch! Yes,
-Jules is capable of anything! Under this impression she pinches an ear.
-There is a cry of pain and a low growl, followed by a loud barking. She
-snatches the bandage from her eyes, to find herself confronted with two
-rows of threatening teeth. It was Niger. Just as at the house of Farmer
-Dinmont, of whom Scott tell us, all the dogs were named Pepper, so at
-the D'Haberville mansion all the dogs were called Niger or Nigra, in
-memory of their ancestor, whom the little Jules had named to show his
-progress in Latin.
-
-Elise at once snatched off her high-heeled shoe, and made an attack on
-Jules. The latter held poor Niger as a shield, and ran from room to
-room, the girl following him hotly amid roars of laughter.
-
-Oh, happy time when lightness of heart made wit unnecessary! Oh, happy
-time when the warmth of welcome made superfluous the luxury which
-these ruined Canadians were learning to do without! The houses, like
-the hearts of their owners, seemed able to enlarge themselves to meet
-every possible demand of hospitality. Sleeping-places were improvised
-upon the slightest occasion; and when once the ladies were comfortably
-provided for the sterner sex found no difficulty in shifting for
-themselves. These men, who had passed half their life in camp during
-the harshest seasons; who had journeyed four or five leagues on
-snow-shoes, resting by night in holes which they dug in the snow (as
-they did when they went to attack the English in Acadia), these men of
-iron could do without swan's-down coverlets to their couches.
-
-The merry-making paused only for sleep, and was renewed in all its
-vigor in the morning. As every one then wore powder, the more skillful
-would undertake the _rôle_ of hairdresser, or even of barber. The
-subject, arrayed in an ample dressing-gown, seated himself gravely in a
-chair. The impromptu hairdresser rarely failed to heighten the effect
-of his achievement, either by tracing with the powder puff an immense
-pair of whiskers on those who lacked such adornment, or, in the case of
-those who were already provided, by making one side a great deal longer
-than the other. The victim frequently was made aware of his plight only
-by the peals of laughter which greeted him on entering the drawing-room.
-
-The party broke up at the end of three days, in spite of the efforts
-of M. and Madame D'Haberville to keep them longer. Archie alone, who
-had promised to spend a month with his old friends, kept his word and
-remained.
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER XVII.
-
-CONCLUSION.
-
-Ainsi passe sur la terre tout ce qui fut bon, vertueux, sensible!
-Homme, tu n'es qu'un songe rapide, un rêve douloureux; tu n'existes que
-par le malheur; tu n'es quelque chose que par la tristesse de ton âme et
-l'eternelle mélancolie de ta pensée!--_Chateaubriand._
-
-
-After the departure of the guests the family fell back into the sweet
-intimacy of former days. Jules, whom his native air had restored to
-health, passed the greater part of the day in hunting with Archie.
-The abundance of game at that season made the pastime very agreeable.
-They took supper at seven, they went to bed at ten, and the evenings
-seemed all too short even without the help of cards. Jules, who was
-ignorant of what had passed between his sister and Archie, could not
-but be struck with his friend's unusual sadness, of which, however, he
-failed to guess the cause. To all questions on the subject he received
-an evasive answer. Finally, imagining that he had found the root of
-the difficulty, one evening when they were alone together he put the
-question directly.
-
-"I have noticed, my brother," said he, "the sadness which you endeavor
-to conceal from us. You are unjust to us, Archie, you do yourself an
-injustice. You should not brood over the past. In saving the lives
-which would otherwise have been lost in the shipwreck of the Auguste,
-you have done my family a service which more than compensates for what
-took place before. It is we now who owe you a debt of gratitude which
-can never be repaid. It was very natural that, prejudiced by report
-and for the moment forgetful of your noble heart, even such friends as
-we, imbittered by our losses, should lend an ear to calumnies against
-you; but you know that a simple explanation was enough to re-cement
-our old friendship. If my father bore his grudge for a long time, you
-know his nature and must make allowance for it. He feels now all his
-old affection for you. Our losses have been in great part repaired,
-and we live more tranquilly under the British Government than we did
-under the rule of France. Our _habitants_ have followed the example of
-Cincinnatus, as Uncle Raoul would say, and exchanged the musket for
-the plow-share. They are opening up new land, and in a few years this
-_seigneurie_ will be in a most prosperous condition. With the help of
-the little legacy which I lately received, we shall soon be as rich
-as we were before the conquest. Therefore, my dear Archie, drive away
-this gloom which is making us all miserable and resume thy former
-lightheartedness."
-
-Lochiel was silent for some time, and only answered after a painful
-effort.
-
-"Impossible, my brother. The wound is more recent than you imagine and
-will bleed all my life, for all my hopes are destroyed. But let us
-leave the subject; for I have already been wounded in my tenderest and
-purest emotions, and an unsympathetic word from you would finish me."
-
-"An unsympathetic word from my lips, do you say, Archie? What can you
-mean by that? The friend whom I have sometimes vexed with my raillery
-knows very well what my heart is toward him, and that I was always
-ready to crave his pardon. You shake your head sadly! Great heaven,
-what is the matter? What is there that you can not confide to your
-brother, the friend of your boyhood? Never have I had anything to
-conceal from you. My thoughts were as open to you as your own, and I
-had imagined that you were as frank with me. A curse upon whatever has
-been able to come between us!"
-
-"Stop, Jules, stop," cried Archie. "However painful my confidences
-may be to you, I must tell you all rather than let you harbor such
-a cruel suspicion. I am going to open my heart to you, but on the
-express condition that you shall hear me uninterruptedly to the end,
-as an impartial judge. Not till to-morrow will we return to this sore
-subject. Meanwhile, promise to keep the secret that I am going to
-confide to you."
-
-"I give you my word," said Jules, grasping his hand.
-
-Thereupon Lochiel recounted minutely the conversation that he had had
-with Blanche. As soon as he came to an end he lit a candle and withdrew
-to his own room.
-
-As for Jules, he stormed within himself all night. Having studied women
-only in the _salons_ of St. Germain, his vigorous common sense could
-ill appreciate the sublimity that there was in the sacrifice which his
-sister was imposing upon herself. Such sentiments appeared to him mere
-romantic and exaggerated nonsense, or the product of an imagination
-rendered morbid by calamity. With his heart set upon an alliance which
-would gratify his dearest wishes, he resolved that, with the consent of
-Archie, he would have a very serious conversation with Blanche, from
-which he felt confident he would come off victorious. "She loves him,"
-thought he, "and therefore my cause is already gained."
-
-Man, with all his apparent superiority, with all his self-confident
-vanity, has never yet sounded the depths of the feminine heart, that
-inexhaustible treasure-house of love, devotion, and self-sacrifice.
-The poets have sung in every key this being who came all beauty
-from the hands of her Creator; but what is all this physical beauty
-compared to the spiritual beauty of a noble and high-souled woman?
-Indeed, who is more miserable than man in the face of adversity,
-when, poor pygmy, he leans on the fortitude of a woman, who bears the
-burden uncomplainingly. It is not surprising then that Jules, knowing
-woman only on the surface, expected an easy triumph over his sister's
-scruples.
-
-"Come, Blanche," said Jules to his sister, the next day, after dinner,
-"there's our Scottish Nimrod setting out with his gun to get some birds
-for our supper. Let's you and I see if we can scale the bluff as nimbly
-as we used to."
-
-"With all my heart," answered Blanche. "You shall see that my Canadian
-legs have lost none of their agility."
-
-The brother and sister, assisting themselves by the projecting rocks,
-and by the shrubs which clung in the crevices of the cliff, speedily
-scaled the difficult path that led to the summit. After gazing in
-silence for a time at the magnificent panorama unrolled before them,
-Jules said to his sister:
-
-"I had an object in bringing you here. I wanted to talk to you on
-a subject of the greatest importance. You love our friend Archie;
-you have loved him for a long time; yet for reasons that I can not
-comprehend, for over-exalted sentiments which warp your judgment, you
-are imposing upon yourself an unnatural sacrifice and preparing for
-yourself a future of wretchedness. As for me, if I loved an English
-girl, and she returned my affection, I would marry her just as readily
-as if she were one of my own countrywomen."
-
-Blanche's eyes filled with tears. Taking her brother's hand
-affectionately, she answered:
-
-"If you were to marry an English girl, my dear Jules, I should take her
-to my heart as a sister; but that which you could do without incurring
-any reproach, would be cowardice on my part. Nobly have you paid your
-debt to your country. Your voice has nerved your soldiers through the
-most terrible conflicts. Twice has your bleeding body been dragged from
-our battle-fields, and three times have you been wounded in Old World
-struggles. Yes, my beloved brother, you have fulfilled all your duty
-to your country, and you can afford to indulge, if you wish, the whim
-of taking a daughter of England to wife. But I, a weak woman, what
-have I done for this enslaved and now silent land, this land which
-has rung so often of old with the triumphant voices of my countrymen?
-Shall a daughter of the D'Habervilles be the first to set the example
-of a double yoke to the daughters of Canada? It is natural and even
-desirable that the French and English in Canada, having now one country
-and the same laws, should forget their ancient hostility and enter
-into the most intimate relationships; but I am not the one to set the
-example. They would say, as I told Archie, that the proud Briton, after
-having vanquished and ruined the father, had purchased with his gold
-the poor Canadian girl! Never, never shall it be said!" And the girl
-wept bitterly on her brother's shoulder.
-
-"No one will know of it," she continued, "and you yourself will never
-realize the full extent of the sacrifice I am making, but fear not,
-Jules, I have the strength for it. Proud of the sentiments by which
-I have been inspired, I shall pass my days serenely in the bosom of
-my family. Of this be sure," she continued in a voice that thrilled
-with exaltation, "that she who has loved the noble Cameron of Lochiel
-will never soil her bosom with another earthly love. You made a
-mistake in selecting this spot, Jules, wherein to talk to me on such a
-subject--this spot whence I have so often gazed proudly on the mansion
-of my fathers, which is now replaced by yonder poor dwelling. Let us go
-down now, and if you love me never mention this painful subject again."
-
-"Noble soul!" cried Jules, and he held her sobbing in his arms.
-
-Archie, having lost all hope of wedding Blanche D'Haberville, set
-himself to repaying the debt of gratitude which he owed Dumais. The
-refusal of Blanche changed his first intentions and left him more
-latitude; for he now resolved upon a life of celibacy. Archie, whom
-misfortune had brought to an early maturity, had studied men and things
-with great coolness of judgment; and he had come to the wise conclusion
-that marriage is rarely a success unless based on mutual love. Unlike
-most young men, Lochiel was genuinely modest. Though endowed with
-remarkable beauty, and with all those qualities which go to captivate
-women, he nevertheless remained always simple and unassuming in his
-manner. He further believed, with Molière's Toinette, that the pretense
-of love often bears a very close resemblance to the reality. "When I
-was poor and in exile," thought he, "I was loved for my own sake; now
-that I am rich, who knows that another woman would love in me anything
-but my wealth and my rank, even supposing that I should succeed in
-banishing from my heart my first and only love." Archie decided then
-that he would never marry.
-
-The sun was disappearing behind the Laurentian hills, when Lochiel
-arrived at the farm of Dumais. The order and prosperity which reigned
-there gave him an agreeable surprise. The good wife, busy in her
-dairy, where a fat servant girl was helping her, came forward to meet
-him without recognizing him, and invited him to enter the house.
-
-"This is the house of Sergeant Dumais, I believe," said Archie.
-
-"Yes, sir, and I am his wife. My husband should be back presently from
-the fields with a load of grain. I will send one of the children to
-hurry him up."
-
-"There is no hurry, madam. I have called to give you news of a certain
-Mr. Archie de Lochiel, whom you once knew. Perhaps you have forgotten
-him."
-
-Madame Dumais came nearer. After studying his face intently for some
-moments, she said:
-
-"There is certainly a resemblance. Doubtless you are one of his
-kinsfolk. Forget Mr. Archie! He could never think us capable of such
-ingratitude. Do you not know, then, that he faced almost certain death
-to save my husband's life, and that we pray to God every day that he
-will bless our benefactor? Forget Mr. Archie! You grieve me, sir."
-
-Lochiel was much moved. Lifting into his lap the little seven-year-old
-Louise, Dumais's youngest child, he said to her:
-
-"And you, my little one, do you know Mr. Archie?"
-
-"I have never seen him," said the child, "but we pray for him every
-day."
-
-"What do you pray?" asked Archie.
-
-"O God, bless Mr. Archie, who saved papa's life, as long as he lives;
-and, when he dies, take him to your holy paradise."
-
-Lochiel continued to chat with Madame Dumais till the latter heard
-her husband's voice at the barn. She ran to tell him that there was a
-stranger in the house with news from Mr. Archie. Dumais was preparing
-to pitch off his load, but he threw down the fork and rushed into the
-house. It was by this time too dark for him to make out the stranger's
-face.
-
-"You are indeed welcome," said he, "coming with news from one so dear
-to us."
-
-"You are--Sergeant Dumais?" inquired Archie.
-
-"You are Mr. Archie!" cried Dumais, clasping him in his arms. "Do you
-think I could forget the voice that cried to me 'Courage!' when I was
-hanging on the brink of the abyss--the voice I heard so often in my
-sickness?"
-
-Toward the end of the evening Archie said:
-
-"My dear Dumais, I am come to ask a great favor."
-
-"A favor!" exclaimed Dumais. "Could I, a poor farmer, be so fortunate
-as to do you a favor? It would be the happiest day of my life."
-
-"Well, Dumais, it depends upon you to restore me to health. Though I
-may not look it, I am sick, more sick than you could imagine."
-
-"Indeed," said Dumais, "you are pale, and sadder than of old. Good
-heaven! What is the matter?"
-
-"Have you ever heard of a malady to which the English are very subject,
-and which they call the spleen, or blue devils?"
-
-"No," said Dumais. "I have known several of your English who, if I may
-say it without offense, seemed to have the devil in them; but I had
-imagined that these devils were of a darker hue."
-
-Archie began to laugh.
-
-"What we, my dear Dumais, call the blue devils is known among you
-Canadians as '_peine d'esprit_.'"
-
-"I understand now," said Dumais, "but what astonishes me is that a man
-like you, with everything heart could wish, should be amusing himself
-with blue devils."
-
-"My dear Dumais," replied Archie, "I might answer that every one in
-the world has his sorrows, however fortunate he may seem; but it is
-enough now to say that the malady is upon me, and that I count upon you
-to help me to a cure."
-
-"Command me, Mr. Archie; for I am at your service day and night."
-
-"I have tried everything," continued Archie. "I have tried study, I
-have tried literary work. I am better in the day-time, but my nights
-are usually sleepless, and when I do sleep, I wake up as miserable as
-ever. I have concluded that nothing but hard manual labor can cure me.
-After toiling all day, I imagine that I shall win such a slumber as has
-long been denied me."
-
-"Very true," said Dumais. "When a man has labored all day with his
-hands, I defy him to suffer from sleeplessness at night. But how shall
-I have the pleasure of helping you?"
-
-"I expect you to cure me, my dear Dumais. But listen while I explain my
-plans. I am now rich, and since Providence has given me riches which I
-had never expected, I should employ a portion of them in doing good.
-In this parish and the neighborhood there is an immense deal of land
-unoccupied, either for sale or to be granted. My plan is to take up a
-large acreage of such lands, and not only superintend the clearing, but
-work at it myself. You know that I have good arms; and I will do as
-much as any of the rest."
-
-"I know it," said Dumais.
-
-"There are many poor fellows," continued Archie, "who will be glad
-enough to get work at such good wages as I shall give. You understand,
-Dumais, that I shall have to have some one to help me. Moreover, what
-would I do in the evening and during bad weather, without a friend to
-keep me company? It is then that my melancholy would kill me."
-
-"Let us set out to-morrow," cried Dumais, "and visit the best lots,
-which, for that matter, I already know pretty well."
-
-"Thank you," said Archie, grasping his hand; "but who will take care of
-your farm in your frequent absences?"
-
-"Don't be anxious on that score, sir. My wife could manage very well
-alone, even without her brother, an old bachelor, who lives with us. My
-farm has never suffered much from my absence. I have always preferred
-the musket to the plow. My wife scolds me occasionally on this subject;
-but we are none the worse friends for that."
-
-"Do you know," said Archie, "that yonder by the edge of the river, near
-that maple grove, is the most charming situation for a house. Yours is
-old. We will build one large enough for us all. I will build it, on
-condition that I have the right to occupy half of it during my life;
-and on my death all will belong to you. I have resolved to remain a
-bachelor."
-
-"Men like you," said Dumais, "are altogether too scarce. It would be
-wrong to let the breed die out. But I begin to understand that you are
-thinking less about yourself than about me and my family, and that you
-are seeking to make us rich."
-
-"Let us speak frankly," answered Archie. "I have no true friends in the
-world but the D'Haberville family and yours."
-
-"Thank you, sir," said Dumais, "for classing us poor farmers with that
-illustrious family."
-
-"I only consider the virtues and good qualities of men," answered
-Lochiel. "To be sure, I love and respect birth and breeding, which does
-not prevent me from loving and respecting all men who are worthy of
-such sentiments. I want to give you a fourth part of my fortune."
-
-"Oh, sir!" cried Dumais.
-
-"Listen a moment, my friend," continued Lochiel. "When I told you that
-I was suffering from what you call '_peine d'esprit_,' I was telling
-the literal truth. I have found the remedy for this trouble. It lies
-in plenty of hard work and in helping my friends. I am going to give
-you during my life-time a quarter of my fortune. Look out for yourself,
-Dumais! I am obstinate, like all Scotchmen. If you trifle with me,
-instead of a quarter, I am as likely as not to give you a half. But, to
-speak seriously, my dear Dumais, you would be doing me a very ill turn,
-indeed, if you should refuse me."
-
-"If this is the case, sir," said Dumais, with tears in his eyes, "I
-accept your gift."
-
-Let us leave Lochiel busying himself in heaping benefits on Dumais, and
-let us return to our other friends.
-
-"The good gentleman," now almost a hundred years old, lived but a year
-after Jules's return. He died surrounded by his friends, having been
-most lovingly nursed by Blanche and Jules throughout the month of his
-last illness. A little while before his death he begged Jules to open
-his bed-room window, and, casting a feeble glance toward the stream
-which rolled peacefully past his door, he murmured:
-
-"There it is, my friend; there's the walnut tree in whose shadow I told
-you the story of my misfortunes; it was there I counseled you from my
-own experience. I die content, for I see that you have profited by my
-words. When I am gone, take this little candlestick. It will remind you
-of the vigils it has witnessed and of the advice which I have given you.
-
-"As for you, my dear and faithful André," exclaimed M. d'Egmont, "it
-grieves me to leave you alone in this world where you have shared my
-sorrows. You have promised me to pass the rest of your days with the
-D'Habervilles, who will care for your old age tenderly. You know that
-after your death the poor are to be our heirs."
-
-"My dear master," said Franc[oe]ur, sobbing, "the poor will not have
-long to wait for their inheritance."
-
-Having bid farewell to all his friends, "the good gentleman" asked the
-priest to say the prayers for the dying. Just at the words, "_Partez
-âme Chrétienne, au nom du Dieu tout-puissant qui vous a créé_," he
-breathed his last. Sterne would have said:
-
-"The recording angel of the court of heaven shed a tear upon the
-follies of his youth, and blotted them out forever." The angels are
-more compassionate than men, who neither forget nor forgive the faults
-of others!
-
-André Franc[oe]ur was struck with paralysis on the day of his master's
-burial, and survived him but three weeks.
-
- * * * * *
-
-When Jules had said to his sister: "If I loved an English girl and
-she would have me, I would marry her as readily as one of my own
-countrywomen," Blanche had been far from suspecting her brother's
-real intentions. The truth was that Jules, on his voyage across the
-Atlantic, had made the acquaintance of a young English girl of great
-beauty. A second Saint-Preux, Jules had given her lessons in something
-more than French grammar during a passage that lasted two months. He
-had shown excellent taste. The young girl, in addition to her beauty,
-possessed the qualities to inspire a true passion.
-
-All obstacles being at length overcome, and the consent of both
-families obtained, in the following year Jules married the fair
-daughter of Albion, who soon won the hearts of all about her.
-
-Uncle Raoul, always bitter against the English on account of the
-leg which he had lost in Acadia, but too well bred to fail in the
-proprieties, used at first to shut himself up whenever he wanted to
-swear comfortably at the compatriots of his lovely niece; but by the
-end of a month she had entirely captivated him, whereupon he suddenly
-suppressed his oaths, to the great benefit of his soul and of the pious
-ears which he had scandalized.
-
-"That rascal of a Jules," said Uncle Raoul, "showed very good taste
-in wedding this young English woman. His Holiness the Pope of old was
-quite right when he said that these young islanders would be angels if
-only they were Christians; _non angli, sed angeli fuissent, si essent
-Christiani_."
-
-It was another thing when the dear uncle, trotting a little nephew on
-one knee and a little niece on the other, used to sing them the songs
-of the Canadian _voyageurs_. How proud he was when their mother used to
-cry:
-
-"For pity sake, come to my help, dear uncle, for the little demons
-won't go to sleep without you."
-
-Uncle Raoul had charged himself with the military education of his
-nephew. Therefore, before he was four years old, this pygmy warrior,
-armed with a little wooden gun, might be seen making furious attacks
-against the ample stomach of his instructor, who was obliged to defend
-with his cane the part assaulted.
-
-"The little scamp," said the chevalier recovering himself, "is going to
-have the dashing courage of the D'Habervilles, with the persistence and
-independence of the proud islanders from whom he is descended through
-his mother."
-
-José had at first shown himself rather cool toward his young mistress,
-but he ended by becoming warmly attached to her. She had speedily
-found the weak point in his armor of reserve. José, like his late
-father, dearly loved his glass, which, however, produced very little
-effect upon his hard head. It was as if one should pour the liquor
-upon the head of the weather-cock, and expect to confuse the judgment
-of that venerable but volatile bird. His young mistress was forever
-offering José a drop of brandy to warm him or a glass of wine to
-refresh him; till José ended by declaring that if the Englishmen were
-somewhat uncivil, their countrywomen by no means resembled them in that
-regard.
-
-With their minds at ease as to the future of their children, M. and
-Madame D'Haberville lived happily to extreme old age. The captain's
-last words to his son were:
-
-"Serve your new sovereign as faithfully as I have served the King of
-France; and may God bless you, my dear son, for the comfort that you
-have been to me!"
-
-Uncle Raoul, dying three years before his brother, bid farewell to
-life with but one regret. He would have liked to see his little nephew
-fairly launched on the career of arms, the only career he considered
-quite worthy of a D'Haberville. Having perceived, however, that the
-child made great progress in his studies, he comforted himself with the
-thought that, if not a soldier, his nephew might turn out a _savant_
-like himself and keep the torch of learning lighted in the family.
-
-José, who had a constitution of iron and sinews of steel, who had never
-had an hour of sickness, regarded death as a sort of hypothetical
-event. One of his friends said to him one day after his master's death:
-
-"Do you know, José, you must be at least eighty years old, and one
-would scarcely take you to be fifty."
-
-José leaned upon his hip to show his steadiness, blew through his pipe
-to expel a bit of ashes, fumbled in his pocket with his one remaining
-hand till he found his tobacco and his flint and steel, and at length
-replied with great deliberation.
-
-"As you know, I am the foster-brother of our late captain; I was
-brought up in his house; I have followed him in every campaign that he
-has made; I have trained his two children; I have begun, do you see,
-upon a new charge, the care of his grandchildren. Very well, then! As
-long as a D'Haberville needs my services, I don't propose to leave."
-
-"Do you think, then, that you will live as long as the late
-Maqueue-salé [Methuselah]?" asked the neighbor.
-
-"Longer still, if need be," replied José.
-
-Then, having taken from his pocket everything which he needed, he
-filled his pipe, put a bit of lighted tinder on the bowl, and applied
-himself to smoking while he regarded his friend with the air of a man
-convinced of the truth of everything which he has said.
-
-José kept his word for a dozen years; but it was in vain that he
-endeavored to strengthen himself against old age by occupying himself
-with his usual tasks, despite the remonstrances of his masters, and at
-last he was forced to keep the house. All the family were anxious about
-him.
-
-"What is the matter, my dear José?" said Jules.
-
-"Bah! only laziness," replied José, "or perhaps my rheumatics."
-
-But José had never had an attack of that malady. This was only an
-excuse.
-
-"Give the good old fellow, ma'am, his morning glass, it will revive
-him," said Archie.
-
-"I am going to bring you a little glass of excellent brandy," said
-Madame Jules.
-
-"Not just now," replied José, "I always have some in my trunk, but
-this morning it doesn't appeal to me."
-
-They began to be seriously alarmed; this was a bad symptom.
-
-"Then I am going to make you a cup of tea," said Madame Jules, "and you
-will feel better."
-
-"My English wife," said Jules, "thinks tea a remedy for all ills."
-
-José drank the tea, and declared that it was a fine medicine and that
-he felt better, but this did not prevent the faithful servant from
-taking to his bed that very evening never to leave it alive.
-
-When the brave fellow knew that his end was drawing near, he said to
-Jules, who watched with him through the night:
-
-"I have prayed the good God to prolong my life to your childrens' next
-holidays, so that I might see them once more before I die, but I shall
-not have that consolation."
-
-"You shall see them to-morrow, my dear José."
-
-An hour later Lochiel was on the way to Quebec, and on the next evening
-all those who were the dearest in the world to that faithful and
-affectionate servant were gathered around his death-bed. After talking
-with them for some time and bidding them a most tender farewell, he
-summoned all his strength in order to sit up in bed, and when Jules
-approached to support him, a burning tear fell on his hand. After this
-last effort of that strong nature, he who had shared the good and the
-bad fortune of the D'Habervilles fell back and ceased to breathe.
-
-"Let us pray for the soul of one of the best men that I have known,"
-said Archie, closing his eyes.
-
-Jules and Blanche, in spite of remonstrances, would not resign to any
-one the task of watching beside their old friend during the three days
-that his body remained at the manor house.
-
-"If one of our family had died," they said, "Jules would not have left
-him to another's care."
-
-One day when Archie, in the course of one of his frequent visits to the
-D'Habervilles, was walking with Jules in front of the manor house, he
-saw approaching on foot an old man, decently clad, carrying a sealskin
-bag on his shoulders.
-
-"Who is that man?" he asked.
-
-"Ah," said Jules, "that is our friend, M. D----, carrying his office on
-his back."
-
-"What! His office?" said Archie.
-
-"Certainly. He is an itinerant notary. Every three months he travels
-through certain districts, drawing up new deeds and finishing up copies
-of the rough drafts which he always carries with him in order that he
-may not be taken unawares. He is an excellent and very amiable man,
-French by birth, and very intelligent. On coming to Canada he began
-with a small trade in pictures which proved unprofitable, and then,
-remembering that he had formerly studied for two years with an advocate
-in France, he boldly presented himself before the judges, and passed an
-examination, which, if not brilliant, was at least satisfactory enough
-for his new country, and then returned home in triumph with a notary's
-commission in his pocket. I assure you that every one gets on well with
-his deeds, which are drawn with a most scrupulous honesty that supplies
-the place of the diction, purer but often tarnished by bad faith, of
-more learned notaries."
-
-"Your nomadic notary," replied Archie, smiling, "arrives opportunely. I
-have work for him."
-
-In fact, Lochiel, who was already well advanced in the task of clearing
-which he was so actively engaged upon for the benefit of his friend
-Dumais, made over to him in due form all his real estate, reserving
-only for himself during his life-time the half of the new and spacious
-house which he had built.
-
-The visits of Archie to the manor house became more frequent as he
-advanced in age, and he ended by establishing himself there altogether.
-Blanche was no longer in his eyes anything more than an adopted sister;
-and the sweet name of brother, which Blanche had given him, purified
-the remnant of passion which yet clung to the heart of this noble woman.
-
- * * * * *
-
-The author has become so attached to the chief characters in this
-veracious history that it costs him a pang to banish them from the
-scene. He fears also to grieve those of his readers who may share this
-attachment should he kill them all off with one stroke of the pen. Time
-will do the fatal work without the author's assistance.
-
-It is eleven o'clock in the evening, toward the end of October. The
-D'Haberville family are gathered in a little parlor sufficiently
-illuminated, without the help of the candles, by the flame from an
-armful of dry cedar chips which are blazing in the great chimney.
-Lochiel, now nearly sixty years of age, is playing a game of draughts
-with Blanche. Jules, seated between his wife and daughter, near the
-fire, is teasing them both without altogether neglecting the players.
-
-Young Archie D'Haberville, only son of Jules and godson of Lochiel,
-is in a brown study. He is following the fantastic figures which his
-imagination has created in the flames now dying slowly on the hearth.
-
-"What are you thinking about, my grave philosopher?" said his father.
-
-"I have been watching with intense interest," answered the young man,
-"a little group of men, women, and children who have been walking,
-dancing, rising, falling, and who have at length all vanished."
-
-The cedar fire had just died out.
-
-"You are the true son of your mother, a godson worthy of your
-godfather," said Jules D'Haberville, rising to bid good-night.
-
-Like the fantastic figures which young D'Haberville was watching in
-the flames, my characters, dear reader, have been moving for some time
-before your eyes, to vanish suddenly, perhaps forever, with him who set
-them in motion.
-
-Farewell, then, dear reader, before my hand, growing more cold than our
-Canadian winters, refuses any longer to trace my thoughts.
-
-
-THE END.
-
-
-
-
-L. C. Page and Company's
-Announcement List
-of New Fiction
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-
-
-The Flight of Georgiana
-
-
-+A Romance of the Days of the Young Pretender.+ By +Robert Neilson
-Stephens+, author of "The Bright Face of Danger," "An Enemy to the
-King," "The Mystery of Murray Davenport," etc.
-
-
-Library 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated $1.50
-
-
-Mr. Stephens's novels all bear the hall-mark of success, for his men
-are always live, his women are always worthy of their cavaliers, and
-his adventures are of the sort to stir the most sluggish blood without
-overstepping the bounds of good taste.
-
-The theme of the new novel is one which will give Mr. Stephens splendid
-scope for all the powers at his command. The career of "Bonnie Prince
-Charlie" was full of romance, intrigue, and adventure; his life was a
-series of episodes to delight the soul of a reader of fiction, and Mr.
-Stephens is to be congratulated for his selection of such a promising
-subject.
-
-
-
-
-Mrs. Jim and Mrs. Jimmie
-
-By +Stephen Conrad+, author of "The Second Mrs. Jim."
-
-
-Library 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated $1.50
-
-
-
-
-This new book is in a sense a sequel to "The Second Mrs. Jim," since
-it gives further glimpses of that delightful step-mother and her
-philosophy. This time, however, she divides the field with "Mrs.
-Jimmie," who is quite as attractive in her different way. The book has
-more plot than the former volume, a little less philosophy perhaps, but
-just as much wholesome fun. In many ways it is a stronger book, and
-will therefore take an even firmer hold on the public.
-
-
-
-
-The Story of Red Fox
-
-
-Told by +Charles G. D. Roberts+, author of "The Watchers of the
-Trails," "The Kindred of the Wild," "Barbara Ladd," etc.
-
-Library 12mo, cloth decorative, with fifty illustrations and cover
-design by Charles Livingston Bull
-
-
-$2.00
-
-
-
-
-Mr. Roberts's reputation as a scientifically accurate writer, whose
-literary skill transforms his animal stories into masterpieces, stands
-unrivalled in his particular field.
-
-This is his first long animal story, and his romance of Red Fox, from
-babyhood to patriarchal old age, makes reading more fascinating than
-any work of fiction. In his hands Red Fox becomes a personality so
-strong that one entirely forgets he is an animal, and his haps and
-mishaps grip you as do those of a person.
-
-Mr. Bull, as usual, fits his pictures to the text as hand to glove, and
-the ensemble becomes a book as near perfection as it is possible to
-attain.
-
-
-
-
-Return
-
-
-+A Story of the Sea Islands in 1739.+ By +Alice MacGowan+ and
-+Grace MacGowan Cooke+, authors of "The Last Word," etc. With six
-illustrations by C. D. Williams. Library 12mo, cloth
-
-
-$1.50
-
-
-A new romance, undoubtedly the best work yet done by Miss MacGowan and
-Mrs. Cooke. The heroine of "Return," Diana Chaters, is the belle of the
-Colonial city of Charles Town, S. C., in the early eighteenth century,
-and the hero is a young Virginian of the historical family of Marshall.
-The youth, beauty, and wealth of the fashionable world, which first
-form the environment of the romance, are pictured in sharp contrast to
-the rude and exciting life of the frontier settlements in the Georgia
-Colony, and the authors have missed no opportunities for telling
-characterizations. But "Return" is, above all, a _love-story_.
-
-We quote the opinion of Prof. Charles G. D. Roberts, who has read the
-advance sheets: "It seems to me a story of quite unusual strength and
-interest, full of vitality and crowded with telling characters. I
-greatly like the authors' firm, bold handling of their subject."
-
-
-
-
-Lady Penelope
-
-
-By +Morley Roberts+, author of "Rachel Marr," "The Promotion of the
-Admiral," etc. With nine illustrations by Arthur W. Brown.
-
-
-Library 12mo, cloth $1.50
-
-
-Mr. Roberts certainly has versatility, since this book has not a
-single point of similarity with either "Rachel Marr" or his well-known
-sea stories. Its setting is the English so-called "upper crust" of
-the present day. Lady Penelope is quite the most up-to-date young
-lady imaginable and equally charming. As might be expected from
-such a heroine, her _automobiling_ plays an important part in the
-development of the plot. Lady Penelope has a large number of suitors,
-and her method of choosing her husband is original and provocative of
-delightful situations and mirthful incidents.
-
-
-
-
-The Winged Helmet
-
-
-By +Harold Steele MacKaye+, author of "The Panchronicon,"
-etc. With six illustrations by H. C. Edwards.
-
-
-Library 12mo, cloth $1.50
-
-
-When an author has an original theme on which to build his story,
-ability in construction of unusual situations, skill in novel
-characterization, and a good literary style, there can be no doubt
-but that his work is worth reading. "The Winged Helmet" is of this
-description.
-
-The author gives in this novel a convincing picture of life in the
-early sixteenth century, and the reader will be delighted with its
-originality of treatment, freshness of plot, and unexpected climaxes.
-
-
-
-
-A Captain of Men
-
-
-By +E. Anson More+.
-
-
-Library 12mo, cloth, illustrated $1.50
-
-
-A tale of Tyre and those merchant princes whose discovery of the value
-of tin brought untold riches into the country and afforded adventures
-without number to those daring seekers for the mines. Merodach, the
-Assyrian, Tanith, the daughter of the richest merchant of Tyre,
-Miriam, her Hebrew slave, and the dwarf Hiram, who was the greatest
-artist of his day, are a quartette of characters hard to surpass in
-individuality. It has been said that the powerful order of Free Masons
-first had its origin in the meetings which were held at Hiram's studio
-in Tyre, where gathered together the greatest spirits of that age and
-place.
-
-
-
-
-The Paradise of the Wild Apple
-
-
-By +Richard LeGallienne+, author of "Old Love Stories
-Retold," "The Quest of the Golden Girl," etc.
-
-
-Library 12mo, cloth decorative $1.50
-
-
-The theme of Mr. LeGallienne's new romance deals with the instinct of
-wildness in human nature,--the wander spirit and impatience of tame
-domesticity, the preference for wild flowers and fruits, and the glee
-in summer storms and elemental frolics. A wild apple-tree, high up in
-a rocky meadow, is symbolic of all this, and Mr. LeGallienne works out
-in a fashion at once imaginative and serious the romance of a young man
-well placed from the view of worldly goods and estate, who suddenly
-hungers for the "wild apples" of his youth. The theme has limitless
-possibilities, and Mr. LeGallienne is artist enough to make adequate
-use of them.
-
-
-
-
-The Grapple
-
-
-Library 12mo, cloth decorative $1.50
-
-
-This story of a strike in the coal mines of Pennsylvania gives both
-sides of the question,--the Union and its methods, and the non-Union
-workers and their loyal adherents, with a final typical clash at the
-end. The question is an absorbing one, and it is handled fearlessly.
-
-For the present at least "The Grapple" will be issued anonymously.
-
-
-
-
-Brothers of Peril
-
-
-By +Theodore Roberts+, author of "Hemming the Adventurer."
-
-
-Library 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated $1.50
-
-
-"Brothers of Peril" has an unusual plot, dealing with a now extinct
-race, the Beothic Indians of the sixteenth century, who were the
-original inhabitants of Newfoundland when that island was merely a
-fishing-station for the cod-seeking fleets of the old world.
-
-The story tells of the adventures of a young English cavalier, who,
-left behind by the fleet, finds another Englishman, with his daughter
-and servants, who is hiding from the law. A French adventurer and
-pirate, who is an unwelcome suitor for the daughter, plays an important
-part. Encounters between the Indians and the small colony of white men
-on the shore, and perilous adventures at sea with a shipload of pirates
-led by the French buccaneer, make a story of breathless interest.
-
-
-
-
-The Black Barque
-
-
-By +T. Jenkins Hains+, author of "The Wind Jammers," "The Strife of the
-Sea," etc. With five illustrations by W. Herbert Dunton.
-
-
-Library 12mo, cloth $1.50
-
-
-According to a high naval authority who has seen the advance sheets,
-this is one of the best sea stories ever offered to the public. "The
-Black Barque" is a story of slavery and piracy upon the high seas about
-1815, and is written with a thorough knowledge of deep-water sailing.
-This, Captain Hains's first long sea story, realistically pictures
-a series of stirring scenes at the period of the destruction of the
-exciting but nefarious traffic in slaves, in the form of a narrative
-by a young American lieutenant, who, by force of circumstances, finds
-himself the gunner of "The Black Barque."
-
-
-
-
-Cameron of Lochiel
-
-
-Translated from the French of +Philippe Aubert de Gaspé+ by +Prof.
-Charles G. D. Roberts+.
-
-
-Library 12mo, cloth decorative $1.50
-
-
-The publishers are gratified to announce a new edition of a book by
-this famous author, who may be called the Walter Scott of Canada.
-This interesting and valuable romance is fortunate in having for its
-translator Professor Roberts, who has caught perfectly the spirit of
-the original. The French edition first appeared under the title of "Les
-Anciens Canadiens" in 1862, and was later translated and appeared in an
-American edition now out of print.
-
-Patriotism, devotion to the French-Canadian nationality, a just pride
-of race, and a loving memory for his people's romantic and heroic past,
-are the dominant chords struck by the author throughout the story.
-
-
-
-
-Castel del Monte
-
-
-By +Nathan Gallizier+. Illustrated by H. C. Edwards.
-
-
-Library 12mo, cloth $1.50
-
-
-A powerful romance of the fall of the Hohenstaufen dynasty in Italy,
-and the overthrow of Manfred by Charles of Anjou, the champion of Pope
-Clement IV. The Middle Ages are noted for the weird mysticism and
-the deep fatalism characteristic of a people believing in signs and
-portents and the firm hand of fate. Mr. Gallizier has brought out these
-characteristics in a marked degree.
-
-
-
-
-Slaves of Success
-
-
-By +Elliot Flower+, author of "The Spoilsmen," etc. With twenty
-illustrations by different artists.
-
-
-Library 12mo, cloth $1.50
-
-
-Another striking book by Mr. Flower, whose work is already so well
-known, both through his long stories and his contributions to
-_Collier's_, the _Saturday Evening Post_, etc. Like his first success,
-"The Spoilsmen," it deals with politics, but in the broader field of
-state and national instead of municipal. The book has recently appeared
-in condensed form as a serial in _Collier's Magazine_, where it
-attracted wide-spread attention, and the announcement of its appearance
-in book form will be welcomed by Mr. Flower's rapidly increasing
-audience. The successful delineation of characters like John Wade, Ben
-Carroll, Azro Craig, and Allen Sidway throws new strong lights on the
-inside workings of American business and political "graft."
-
-
-
-
-Silver Bells
-
-
-By +Col. Andrew C. P. Haggard+, author of "Hannibal's Daughter," "Louis
-XIV. in Court and Camp," etc. With cover design and frontispiece by
-Charles Livingston Bull.
-
-
-Library 12mo, cloth $1.50
-
-
-Under the thin veneer of conventionality and custom lurks in many
-hearts the primeval instinct to throw civilization to the winds and
-hark back to the ways of the savages in the wilderness, and it often
-requires but a mental crisis or an emotional upheaval to break through
-the coating. Geoffrey Digby was such an one, who left home and kindred
-to seek happiness among the Indians of Canada, in the vast woods which
-always hold an undefinable mystery and fascination. He gained renown as
-a mighty hunter, and the tale of his life there, and the romance which
-awaited him, will be heartily enjoyed by all who like a good love-story
-with plenty of action not of the "stock" order. "Silver Bells," the
-Indian girl, is a perfect "child of nature."
-
-
-
-
-Selections from L. C. Page and Company's List of Fiction
-
-WORKS OF ROBERT NEILSON STEPHENS
-
-
-=Captain Ravenshaw=; +Or, The Maid of Cheapside+. (40th thousand.) A
-romance of Elizabethan London. Illustrations by Howard Pyle and other
-artists.
-
-
-Library 12mo, cloth $1.50
-
-
-Not since the absorbing adventures of D'Artagnan have we had anything
-so good in the blended vein of romance and comedy. The beggar student,
-the rich goldsmith, the roisterer and the rake, the fop and the maid,
-are all here: foremost among them Captain Ravenshaw himself, soldier
-of fortune and adventurer, who, after escapades of binding interest,
-finally wins a way to fame and to matrimony.
-
-
-
-
-=Philip Winwood.= (70th thousand.) A Sketch of the Domestic History
-of an American Captain in the War of Independence, embracing events
-that occurred between and during the years 1763 and 1785 in New York
-and London. Written by his Enemy in War, Herbert Russell, Lieutenant
-in the Loyalist Forces. Presented anew by +Robert Neilson Stephens+.
-Illustrated by E. W. D. Hamilton.
-
-
-Library 12mo, cloth $1.50
-
-
-"One of the most stirring and remarkable romances that have been
-published in a long while, and its episodes, incidents, and actions are
-as interesting and agreeable as they are vivid and dramatic."--_Boston
-Times._
-
-
-
-
-=The Mystery of Murray Davenport.= (30th thousand.) By +Robert Neilson
-Stephens+, author of "An Enemy to the King," "Philip Winwood," etc.
-
-
-Library 12mo, cloth, with six full-page illustrations by H. C. Edwards
-$1.50
-
-
-"This is easily the best thing that Mr. Stephens has yet done. Those
-familiar with his other novels can best judge the measure of this
-praise, which is generous."--_Buffalo News._
-
-"Mr. Stephens won a host of friends through his earlier volumes, but
-we think he will do still better work in his new field if the present
-volume is a criterion."--_N. Y. Com. Advertiser._
-
-
-
-
-=An Enemy to the King.= (60th thousand.) From the "Recently Discovered
-Memoirs of the Sieur de la Tournoire." Illustrated by H. De M. Young.
-
-
-Library 12mo, cloth $1.50
-
-
-An historical romance of the sixteenth century, describing the
-adventures of a young French nobleman at the Court of Henry III., and
-on the field with Henry of Navarre.
-
-
-"A stirring tale."--_Detroit Free Press._
-
-"A royally strong piece of fiction."--_Boston Ideas._
-
-"Interesting from the first to the last page."--_Brooklyn Eagle._
-
-"Brilliant as a play; it is equally brilliant as a romantic
-novel."--_Philadelphia Press._
-
-
-
-
-=The Continental Dragoon=: +A Romance of Philipse Manor House in 1778+.
-(43d thousand.) Illustrated by H. C. Edwards.
-
-
-Library 12mo, cloth $1.50
-
-
-A stirring romance of the Revolution, the scene being laid in and
-around the old Philipse Manor House, near Yonkers, which at the time of
-the story was the central point of the so-called "neutral territory"
-between the two armies.
-
-
-
-
-=The Road to Paris=: +A Story of Adventure+. (25th thousand.)
-Illustrated by H. C. Edwards.
-
-
-Library 12mo, cloth $1.50
-
-
-An historical romance of the 18th century, being an account of the life
-of an American gentleman adventurer of Jacobite ancestry, whose family
-early settled in the colony of Pennsylvania.
-
-
-
-
-=A Gentleman Player:= +His Adventures on a Secret Mission for Queen
-Elizabeth+. (38th thousand.) Illustrated by Frank T. Merrill.
-
-
-Library 12mo, cloth $1.50
-
-
-"A Gentleman Player" is a romance of the Elizabethan period. It relates
-the story of a young gentleman who, in the reign of Elizabeth, falls so
-low in his fortune that he joins Shakespeare's company of players, and
-becomes a friend and protégé of the great poet.
-
-
-
-
-WORKS OF CHARLES G. D. ROBERTS
-
-
-=Barbara Ladd.= With four illustrations by Frank Verbeck.
-
-
-Library 12mo, gilt top $1.50
-
-
-"From the opening chapter to the final page Mr. Roberts lures us on by
-his rapt devotion to the changing aspects of Nature and by his keen and
-sympathetic analysis of human character."--_Boston Transcript._
-
-
-
-
-=The Kindred of the Wild.= +A Book of Animal Life.+ With fifty-one
-full-page plates and many decorations from drawings by Charles
-Livingston Bull.
-
-
-Small quarto, decorative cover $2.00
-
-
-"Professor Roberts has caught wonderfully the elusive individualities
-of which he writes. His animal stories are marvels of sympathetic
-science and literary exactness. Bound with the superb illustrations by
-Charles Livingston Bull, they make a volume which charms, entertains,
-and informs."--_New York World._
-
-" ... Is in many ways the most brilliant collection of animal stories
-that has appeared ... well named and well done."--_John Burroughs._
-
-
-
-
-=The Forge in the Forest.= Being the Narrative of the Acadian Ranger,
-Jean de Mer, Seigneur de Briart, and how he crossed the Black Abbé,
-and of his Adventures in a Strange Fellowship. Illustrated by Henry
-Sandham, R.C.A.
-
-
-Library 12mo, cloth, gilt top $1.50
-
-
-A romance of the convulsive period of the struggle between the French
-and English for the possession of North America. The story is one of
-pure love and heroic adventure, and deals with that fiery fringe of
-conflict that waved between Nova Scotia and New England. The Expulsion
-of the Acadians is foreshadowed in these brilliant pages, and the part
-of the "Black Abbé's" intrigues in precipitating that catastrophe is
-shown.
-
-
-
-
-=The Heart of the Ancient Wood.= With six illustrations by James L.
-Weston.
-
-
-Library 12mo, decorative cover $1.50
-
-
-"One of the most fascinating novels of recent days."--_Boston Journal._
-
-"A classic twentieth-century romance."--_New York Commercial
-Advertiser._
-
-
-
-
-=A Sister to Evangeline.= Being the Story of Yvonne de Lamourie, and
-how she went into Exile with the Villagers of Grand Pré.
-
-
-Library 12mo, cloth, gilt top, illustrated $1.50
-
-
-This is a romance of the great expulsion of the Acadians, which
-Longfellow first immortalized in "Evangeline." Swift action, fresh
-atmosphere, wholesome purity, deep passion, searching analysis,
-characterize this strong novel.
-
-
-
-
-By the Marshes of Minas.
-
-
-Library 12mo, cloth, gilt top, illustrated $1.50
-
-
-This is a volume of romance, of love and adventure in that picturesque
-period when Nova Scotia was passing from the French to the English
-régime. Each tale is independent of the others, but the scenes are
-similar, and in several of them the evil "Black Abbé," well known from
-the author's previous novels, again appears with his savages at his
-heels--but to be thwarted always by woman's wit or soldier's courage.
-
-
-
-
-=Earth's Enigmas.= A new edition, with the addition of three new
-stories, and ten illustrations by Charles Livingston Bull.
-
-
-Library 12mo, cloth, uncut edges $1.50
-
-
-"Throughout the volume runs that subtle questioning of the cruel,
-predatory side of nature which suggests the general title of the book.
-In certain cases it is the picture of savage nature ravening for
-food--for death to preserve life; in others it is the secret symbolism
-of woods and waters prophesying of evils and misadventures to come. All
-this does not mean, however, that Mr. Roberts is either pessimistic or
-morbid--it is nature in his books after all, wholesome in her cruel
-moods as in her tender."--_The New York Independent._
-
-
-
-
-WORKS OF LILIAN BELL
-
-
-=Hope Loring.= Illustrated by Frank T. Merrill.
-
-
-Library 12mo, cloth, decorative cover $1.50
-
-
-"Lilian Bell's new novel, 'Hope Loring,' does for the American girl in
-fiction what Gibson has done for her in art.
-
-"Tall, slender, and athletic, fragile-looking, yet with nerves and
-sinews of steel under the velvet flesh, frank as a boy and tender and
-beautiful as a woman, free and independent, yet not bold--such is 'Hope
-Loring,' by long odds the subtlest study that has yet been made of the
-American girl."--_Dorothy Dix, in the New York American._
-
-
-
-
-=Abroad with the Jimmies.= With a portrait, in duogravure, of the
-author.
-
-
-Library 12mo, cloth, decorative cover $1.50
-
-
-"A deliciously fresh, graphic book. The writer is so original
-and unspoiled that her point of view has value."--_Mary Hartwell
-Catherwood._
-
-"Full of ozone, of snap, of ginger, of swing and momentum."--_Chicago
-Evening Post._
-
-" ... Is one of her best and cleverest novels ... filled to the brim
-with amusing incidents and experiences. This vivacious narrative needs
-no commendation to the readers of Miss Bell's well-known earlier
-books."--_N. Y. Press._
-
-
-
-
-=The Interference of Patricia.= With a frontispiece from drawing by
-Frank T. Merrill.
-
-
-Small 12mo, cloth, decorative cover $1.00
-
-
-"There is life and action and brilliancy and dash and cleverness and
-a keen appreciation of business ways in this story."--_Grand Rapids
-Herald._
-
-"A story full of keen and flashing satire."--_Chicago Record-Herald._
-
-
-
-
-=A Book of Girls.= With a frontispiece.
-
-
-Small 12mo, cloth, decorative cover $1.00
-
-
-"The stories are all eventful and have effective humor."--_New York
-Sun._
-
-"Lilian Bell surely understands girls, for she depicts all the
-variations of girl nature so charmingly."--_Chicago Journal._
-
-_The above two volumes boxed in special holiday dress, per set, $2.50._
-
-
-
-
-=The Red Triangle.= Being some further chronicles of Martin Hewitt,
-investigator. By +Arthur Morrison+, author of "The Hole in the Wall,"
-"Tales of Mean Streets," etc.
-
-
-Library 12mo, cloth decorative $1.50
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-Title: Cameron of Lochiel
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-<p class="center">Works of
-Charles G. D. Roberts</p>
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-<p>
-The Prisoner of Mademoiselle<br />
-The Watchers of the Trails<br />
-The Kindred of the Wild<br />
-The Heart of the Ancient Wood<br />
-Earth Enigmas<br />
-Barbara Ladd<br />
-The Forge in the Forrest<br />
-A Sister to Evangeline<br />
-By the Marshes of Minas<br />
-A History of Canada<br />
-The Book of the Rose<br />
-Poems<br />
-New York Nocturnes<br />
-The Book of the Native<br />
-In Divers Tones (Out of print)<br />
-Songs of the Common Days (Out of print)<br />
-</p>
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-<p class="center">Cameron of Lochiel</p>
-
-<p class="center">(<i>Translated from the French of Philippe Aubert
-de Gaspé</i>)</p>
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-<p class="center">
-L. C. PAGE &amp; COMPANY<br />
-New England Building<br />
-Boston, Mass.<br />
-</p></div>
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-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 242px;">
-<img class="mtop2" src="images/i_003.jpg" width="242" height="420" alt="" />
-<div class="caption"><p><i>Cameron of Lochiel.</i></p>
-
-<p class="center">
-(<i>See page 68.</i>)<br />
-</p></div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="bbox1 break-before">
-<h1>CAMERON OF LOCHIEL</h1>
-
-<p class="center">BY<br />
-PHILIPPE AUBERT DE GASPÉ<br />
-<br />
-TRANSLATED BY<br />
-CHARLES G. D. ROBERTS<br />
-<br />
-<br />
-NEW EDITION<br />
-<i>With a frontispiece by</i><br />
-H. C. EDWARDS</p>
-
-<p class="center">BOSTON
-L. C. PAGE &amp; COMPANY
-<i>MDCCCCV</i></p>
-</div>
-
-<p class="center break-before"><i>Copyright, 1890</i><br />
-<span class="smcap">By D. Appleton and Company</span><br />
-&mdash;&mdash;<br />
-<i>Copyright, 1905</i><br />
-<span class="smcap">By L. C. Page &amp; Company</span><br />
-(INCORPORATED)<br /></p>
-
-<p class="center break-before" id="PREFACE_TO_NEW_EDITION">PREFACE TO NEW EDITION</p>
-
-<p>This leisurely and loose-knit romance of de Gaspé's,
-which he called "Les Anciens Canadiens," has for hero
-one who was not a Canadian, but a Scotch exile sojourning
-in Canada. It is on the creation of this character,
-consistently developed and convincingly presented, that
-the book must mainly base its claim to be called a work
-of fiction, rather than a volume of memoirs and folklore.
-I have ventured, therefore, at the suggestion of my publishers,
-to take a liberty with the author's title, and name
-the story after this young Scotch exile, "Cameron of
-Lochiel." I am the more willing to take this liberty
-because I feel that de Gaspé has not hitherto been
-granted the place he is entitled to in the ranks of Canadian
-fictionists. Considered purely as a romance, it
-seems to me that the sincerity, simplicity, and originality
-of this work quite outweigh its sprawling looseness of
-structure, and make it one of the unique ornaments of the
-composite literature which we are building up in Canada.
-If by so changing its title as to emphasize the fictional
-character of the work I can the better call attention to the
-worth of de Gaspé's achievement, I feel that I am justified,
-even in the face of such anticipatory protest as may
-seem to be implied in the author's too modest introduction.</p>
-
-<p>When all this has been said, however, the fact remains
-that it was not its many merits as a romance that induced
-me to translate this work, but the riches of Canadian tradition,
-folk-lore, and perished customs embalmed in the
-clear amber of its narrative, coupled with my own anxiety
-to contribute, in however humble a way, to the increase
-of understanding and confidence between the two great
-branches of the Canadian people. It is a beautiful and
-gracious life, that of old French Canada, as depicted in
-de Gaspé's lucent pages,&mdash;a life of high ideals, and
-family devotion, and chivalry, and courage. This is an
-atmosphere it is wholesome to breathe. These are people
-it is excellent to know; and the whole influence of the
-story makes for trust and a good understanding.</p>
-
-<p class="right">
-C. G. D. R.</p>
-
-<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Fredericton, N. B.</span>, <i>May, 1905</i>.<br />
-</p>
-
-
-
-<div class="chapter">
-
-<h2 class="nobreak" id="PREFACE">PREFACE.</h2>
-</div>
-
-<p class="center">&mdash;&mdash;</p>
-
-<p>In Canada there is settling into shape a nation of
-two races; there is springing into existence, at the same
-time, a literature in two languages. In the matter of
-strength and stamina there is no overwhelming disparity
-between the two races. The two languages are admittedly
-those to which belong the supreme literary achievements
-of the modern world. In this dual character of
-the Canadian people and the Canadian literature there
-is afforded a series of problems which the future will be
-taxed to solve. To make any intelligent forecast as to
-the solution is hardly possible without a fair comprehension
-of the two races as they appear at the point of contact.
-We, of English speech, turn naturally to French-Canadian
-literature for knowledge of the French-Canadian
-people. The romance before us, while intended
-for those who read to be entertained, and by no means
-weighted down with didactic purpose, succeeds in throwing,
-by its faithful depictions of life and sentiment
-among the early French Canadians, a strong side-light
-upon the motives and aspirations of the race.</p>
-
-<p>In spite of the disclaimer with which the author
-begins, the romance of Les Anciens Canadiens is a
-classic. From the literary point of view it is markedly
-the best historical romance so far produced in French
-Canada. It gathers up and preserves in lasting form<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_iv" id="Page_iv">iv</a></span>
-the songs and legends, the characteristic customs, the
-phases of thought and feeling, the very local and personal
-aroma of a rapidly changing civilization. Much
-of what de Gaspé has so vividly painted from his boyish
-reminiscences had faded out of the life upon which his
-alert eyes rested in old age. The origin of the romance,
-as given by his biographer, the Abbé Casgrain, is as
-follows:</p>
-
-<p>When, in 1861, that patriotic French-Canadian publication
-the <i>Soirées Canadiennes</i> was established, its inaugurators
-adopted as their motto the words: "Let
-us make haste to write down the stories and traditions
-of the people, before they are forgotten." M. de Gaspé
-was struck with the idea; and seeing that the writers
-who were setting themselves the laudable task were all
-young men, he took the words as a summons to his old
-age, and so the book came to be written.</p>
-
-<p>Patriotism, devotion to the French-Canadian nationality,
-a just pride of race, and a loving memory for his
-people's romantic and heroic past&mdash;these are the dominant
-chords which are struck throughout the story. Of
-special significance, therefore, are the words which are
-put in the mouth of the old seigneur as he bids his son
-a last farewell. The father has been almost ruined by
-the conquest. The son has left the French army and
-taken the oath of allegiance to the English crown.
-"Serve thy new sovereign," says the dying soldier, "as
-faithfully as I have served the King of France; and
-may God bless thee, my dear son!"</p>
-
-<p>In the present day, when nationalism in Quebec appears
-rather given to extravagant dreams, it would be
-well for the distant observer to view the French Canadians
-through the faithful medium which de Gaspé's
-work affords him. Under constitutional forms of government
-it is inevitable that a vigorous and homogeneous<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_v" id="Page_v">v</a></span>
-minority, whose language and institutions are more
-or less threatened by the mere preponderance of the
-dominant race, should seem at times overvehement in
-its self-assertion. A closer knowledge leads us to conclude
-that perhaps the extreme of Quebec nationalism is
-but the froth on the surface of a not unworthy determination
-to keep intact the speech and institutions of
-French Canada. However this may be, it is certain that
-the point of contact between the two races in Canada is
-at the present day as rich a field for the romancer as de
-Gaspé found it at the close of the <i>old régime</i>.</p>
-
-<p>According to the Histoire de la littérature Canadienne
-of Edmond Lareau, Philippe Aubert de Gaspé
-was born in Quebec on the 30th of October, 1786. He
-died in 1871. He belonged to a noble French-Canadian
-family. At the manor of St. Jean-Port-Joli, of which he
-was seigneur, he passed a large part of his life; and
-there he laid the chief scenes of his great romance. He
-was educated at the seminary of Quebec, and then studied
-law in the city, under Sewell, afterward chief-justice.
-Only for a few years, however, did he devote himself
-to his profession&mdash;one from which so many a poet
-and man of letters has broken loose. He accepted the
-position of sheriff of Quebec, and afterward came misfortunes
-which Lareau passes over with sympathetic
-haste. His lavish generosity to his friends and the
-financial embarrassments into which he fell, his four
-years' confinement in the debtors' prison, his sufferings
-of soul and body, all doubtless contributed to the poignant
-coloring with which he has painted the misfortunes
-of M. d'Egmont, <i>le bon gentilhomme</i>. On his release from
-prison he retired to his estate of St. Jean-Port-Joli, but
-not to the solitude and benevolent melancholy of D'Egmont.
-The romancer was of too sunny a disposition, he
-was too genuine and tolerant a lover of his kind, to run<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_vi" id="Page_vi">vi</a></span>
-much risk of becoming a recluse. A keynote to his
-nature may be found in the bright <i>Bonsoir la compagnie</i>
-with which, in the words of an old French-Canadian
-song, he closed his literary labors at the age of seventy-nine,
-when the last page of the Mémoires was completed.</p>
-
-<p>The story we have translated, under the title of The
-Canadians of Old, was published in 1862. It is accompanied
-in the original by a mass of curious information,
-in the shape of notes and <i>addenda</i>, such as would hardly
-interest the general reader. They will more than repay,
-however, the attention of any one who wishes to study
-the French-Canadian people as they were in their early
-days. The story itself has the air of being the product
-of a happy leisure. The style is quaint and unhurried,
-with no fear of the printer's devil before its eyes. The
-stream of the narrative, while swift enough and direct
-enough at need, is taught to digress into fascinating
-cross-channels of highly colored local tradition, or to
-linger felicitously in eddies of feast and song.</p>
-
-<p>The work begun in Les Anciens Canadiens De
-Gaspé carried to completion in his second and last composition,
-the Mémoires, published in 1866. As the former
-work is a vivid epitome of life at the <i>seigneuries</i>
-and among the <i>habitants</i> of those days, so the latter reproduces
-and fixes for us the picturesque effects of life
-in the city of Quebec itself in the generation or two
-succeeding the conquest&mdash;a period during which the
-French-Canadian <i>noblesse</i> yet maintained, about the person
-of the English governor, something of the remembered
-splendor of the old vice-regal court.</p>
-
-<p class="right">
-C. G. D. R.</p>
-<p>
-<i>Windsor, Nova Scotia, 1890.</i><br />
-</p>
-
-<h2>CONTENTS.</h2>
-
-
-<table summary="table of contents">
- <tr>
- <td>
- CHAPTER
- </td>
- <td>
- &nbsp;
- </td>
- <td class="right">
- PAGE
- </td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td>
- &nbsp;
- </td>
- <td>
- <span class="smcap">Foreword</span>
- </td>
- <td class="right">
- <a href="#Page_ix">ix</a>
- </td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td>
- I.
- </td>
- <td>
- <span class="smcap">D'Haberville and Cameron of Lochiel</span>
- </td>
- <td class="right">
- <a href="#Page_19">19</a>
- </td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td>
- II.
- </td>
- <td>
- <span class="smcap">A Night with the Sorcerers</span>
- </td>
- <td class="right">
- <a href="#Page_31">31</a>
- </td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td>
- III.
- </td>
- <td>
- <span class="smcap">La Corriveau</span>
- </td>
- <td class="right">
- <a href="#Page_45">45</a>
- </td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td>
- IV.
- </td>
- <td>
- <span class="smcap">The Breaking up of the Ice</span>
- </td>
- <td class="right">
- <a href="#Page_56">56</a>
- </td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td>
- V.
- </td>
- <td>
- <span class="smcap">A Supper at the House of a French-Canadian Seigneur</span>
- </td>
- <td class="right">
- <a href="#Page_76">76</a>
- </td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td>
- VI.
- </td>
- <td>
- <span class="smcap">D'Haberville Manor House</span>
- </td>
- <td class="right">
- <a href="#Page_99">99</a>
- </td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td>
- VII.
- </td>
- <td>
- <span class="smcap">The May-Feast</span>
- </td>
- <td class="right">
- <a href="#Page_115">115</a>
- </td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td>
- VIII.
- </td>
- <td>
- <span class="smcap">The Feast of St. Jean-Baptiste</span>
- </td>
- <td class="right">
- <a href="#Page_124">124</a>
- </td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td>
- IX.
- </td>
- <td>
- <span class="smcap">The Good Gentleman</span>
- </td>
- <td class="right">
- <a href="#Page_137">137</a>
- </td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td>
- X.
- </td>
- <td>
- <span class="smcap">Madame D'Haberville's Story</span>
- </td>
- <td class="right">
- <a href="#Page_154">154</a>
- </td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td>
- XI.
- </td>
- <td>
- <span class="smcap">The Burning of the South Shore</span>
- </td>
- <td class="right">
- <a href="#Page_167">167</a>
- </td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td>
- XII.
- </td>
- <td>
- <span class="smcap">A Night Among the Savages</span>
- </td>
- <td class="right">
- <a href="#Page_180">180</a>
- </td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td>
- XIII.
- </td>
- <td>
- <span class="smcap">The Plains of Abraham</span>
- </td>
- <td class="right">
- <a href="#Page_198">198</a>
- </td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td>
- XIV.
- </td>
- <td>
- <span class="smcap">The Shipwreck of the Auguste</span>
- </td>
- <td class="right">
- <a href="#Page_213">213</a>
- </td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td>
- XV.
- </td>
- <td>
- <span class="smcap">Lochiel and Blanche</span>
- </td>
- <td class="right">
- <a href="#Page_228">228</a>
- </td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td>
- XVI.
- </td>
- <td>
- <span class="smcap">The Family Hearth</span>
- </td>
- <td class="right">
- <a href="#Page_254">254</a>
- </td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td>
- XVII.
- </td>
- <td>
- <span class="smcap">Conclusion</span>
- </td>
- <td class="right">
- <a href="#Page_269">269</a>
- </td>
-</tr>
-</table>
-
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_ix" id="Page_ix">ix</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<h2 class="nobreak" id="FOREWORD">FOREWORD.</h2>
-</div>
-
-<p>As my story lays no claim to classicism, either in
-style or structure, this foreword may as well be made
-to play the part of a preface. My acquaintances will,
-doubtless, open their eyes on seeing me thus enter,
-at the age of seventy-six, on the perilous paths of authorship.
-Possibly I owe them an explanation. Although
-tired of reading all these years with so little profit either
-to myself or others, I yet dreaded to pass the Rubicon.
-A matter small enough in itself in the end decided
-me.</p>
-
-<p>One of my friends, a man of parts, whom I met last
-year in St Louis Street, in our good city of Quebec,
-grasped me warmly by the hand and exclaimed:</p>
-
-<p>"Awfully glad to see you! Do you know, my dear
-fellow, I have talked this morning with no fewer than
-eleven people, not one of them with half an idea in his
-noddle!" And he wrung my arm almost out of joint.</p>
-
-<p>"Really," said I, "you are very complimentary; for I
-perceive by the warmth of your greeting that I am the
-exception, the man you&mdash;"</p>
-
-<p>"Oh, yes, indeed," he cried, without letting me finish<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_x" id="Page_x">x</a></span>
-my sentence, "those are the only sensible words I have
-heard this morning." And he crossed the street to
-speak to some one, probably his addle-pate number
-twelve, who was seeking to attract his attention.</p>
-
-<p>"The devil!" thought I to myself, "if what I just
-said is in any way brilliant, it would seem easy enough to
-shine. Though I have never yet been suspected of it, I
-must be rather a clever fellow."</p>
-
-<p>Much elated with this discovery, and congratulating
-myself that I had more brains than the unhappy eleven
-of whom my friend had spoken, I hurry to my library,
-I furnish myself, perhaps all too appropriately, with a
-ream of the paper called "foolscap," and I set myself
-to work.</p>
-
-<p>I write for my own amusement, at the risk of wearying
-the reader who may have the patience to go through
-this volume. But, as Nature has made me compassionate,
-I will give this dear reader a little good advice. He had
-better throw away the unlucky book without taking the
-trouble to criticise it, which would be making it much
-too important, and would be, moreover, but wasted labor
-for the serious critic; for, unlike that old Archbishop
-of Granada, so touchy on the subject of his sermons, of
-whom Gil Blas has told us, I am, for my part, blessed
-with an easy humor, and, instead of retorting to my
-critic, "I wish you good luck and very much better
-taste," I will frankly admit that my book has a thousand
-faults, of most of which I have a lively consciousness.</p>
-
-<p>As for the unfriendly critic, his work will be all in
-vain, debarred as he will be from the privilege of
-dragging me into a controversy. Let me say beforehand
-that I grieve to deprive him of his gentle diversion, and
-to clip his claws so soon. I am old and indolently content,
-like Figaro of merry memory. Moreover, I have
-not enough self-conceit to engage in any defense of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xi" id="Page_xi">xi</a></span>
-my literary productions. To record some incidents of
-a well-loved past, to chronicle some memories of a youth
-long flown&mdash;this is my whole ambition.</p>
-
-<p>Many of the anecdotes, doubtless, will appear insignificant
-and childish to some readers. Let these lay the
-blame upon certain of our best men-of-letters, who besought
-me to leave out nothing which could illustrate
-the manners and customs of the early Canadians. "That
-which will appear insignificant and childish to the eyes
-of strangers," they urged, "in the records of a septuagenarian,
-born but twenty-eight years after the conquest
-of New France, will yet not fail to interest true Canadians."</p>
-
-<p>This production of mine shall be neither very dull
-nor surpassingly brilliant. An author should assuredly
-have too much self-respect to make his appeal exclusively
-to the commonplace; and if I should make the
-work too fine, it would be appreciated by none but the
-<i>beaux esprits</i>. Under a constitutional government, a
-candidate must concern himself rather with the number
-than the quality of his votes.</p>
-
-<p>This work will be Canadian through and through.
-It is hard for an old fellow of seventy to change his
-ancient coat for garb of modern pattern.</p>
-
-<p>I must have also plenty of elbow-room. As for rule
-and precept&mdash;which, by the way, I am well enough acquainted
-with&mdash;I can not submit myself to them in a
-work like this. Let the purists, the past masters in the
-art of literature, shocked at my mistakes, dub my book
-romance, memoir, annals, miscellany, hotch-potch. It
-is all the same to me.</p>
-
-<p>Having accomplished my preface, let me make a
-serious beginning with the following pretty bit of verse,
-hitherto unpublished, and doubtless now much surprised
-to find itself in such unworthy company:</p>
-
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xii" id="Page_xii">xii</a></span></p>
-
-
-
-
-<p class="center" id="QUEBEC_1757">QUEBEC, 1757.</p>
-
-
-
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">An eagle city on her heights austere,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Taker of tribute from the chainless flood,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">She watches wave above her in the clear<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The whiteness of her banner purged with blood.<br /></span>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Near her grim citadel the blinding sheen<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Of her cathedral spire triumphant soars,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Rocked by the Angelus, whose peal serene<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Beats over Beaupré and the Lévis shores.<br /></span>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Tossed in his light craft on the dancing wave,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">A stranger where he once victorious trod,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The passing Iroquois, fierce-eyed and grave,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Frowns on the flag of France, the cross of God.<br /></span>
-</div></div></div>
-
-
-<p>Let him who knows this Quebec of ours betake himself,
-in body or in spirit, to the market of the Upper
-Town, and consider the changes which the region has
-undergone since the year of grace 1757, whereat my
-story opens. There was then the same cathedral, minus
-its modern tower, which seems to implore the charitable
-either to raise it to its proper height or to decapitate its
-lofty and scornful sister.</p>
-
-<p>The Jesuits' College, at a later date transformed into
-a barrack, looked much the same as it does to-day;
-but what has become of the church which stood of old
-in the place of the present halls? Where is the grove of
-venerable trees behind the building, which adorned the
-grounds, now so bare, of this edifice sacred to the education
-of Canadian youth? Time and the axe, alas!
-have worked their will. In place of the merry sports,
-the mirthful sallies of the students, the sober steps of
-the professors, the high philosophic discourse, we hear
-now the clatter of arms, the coarse jest of the guard.</p>
-
-<p>Instead of the market of the present day, some low-built
-butchers' stalls, perhaps seven or eight in number,
-occupied a little plot between the cathedral and the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xiii" id="Page_xiii">xiii</a></span>
-college. Between these stalls and the college prattled
-a brook, which, after descending St. Louis Street and
-dividing Fabrique, traversed Couillard and the hospital
-garden, on its way to the river St. Charles. Our fathers
-were bucolic in their tastes!</p>
-
-<p>It is the end of April. The brook is overflowing;
-children are amusing themselves by detaching from its
-edges cakes of ice, which, shrinking as they go, overleap
-all barriers, and lose themselves at last in the
-mighty tide of the St. Lawrence. A poet, who finds
-"sermons in stones, books in the running brooks,"
-dreaming over the scene, and marking the descent of
-the ice-cakes, their pausings, their rebuffs, might have
-compared them to those ambitious men who, after a
-restless life, come with little wealth or fame to the end
-of their career, and are swallowed up in eternity.</p>
-
-<p>The houses neighboring the market-place are, for
-the most part, of but one story, unlike our modern
-structures, which tower aloft as if dreading another
-deluge.</p>
-
-<p>It is noon. The Angelus rings out from the cathedral
-belfry. All the city chimes proclaim the greeting
-of the angel to the Virgin, who is the Canadian's patron
-saint. The loitering <i>habitants</i>, whose calashes surround
-the stalls, take off their caps and devoutly murmur
-the Angelus. All worshiping alike, there is none
-to deride the pious custom.</p>
-
-<p>Some of our nineteenth-century Christians seem
-ashamed to perform before others an act of worship;
-which is proof, to say the least, of a shrinking or cowardly
-spirit. The followers of Mohammed, who have the
-courage of their convictions wherever they may chance
-to be, will seven times daily make their prayers to Allah
-under the eyes of the more timid Christians.</p>
-
-<p>The students of the Jesuits' College, noisy enough<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xiv" id="Page_xiv">xiv</a></span>
-on ordinary occasions, move to-day in a serious silence
-from the church wherein they have been praying. What
-causes this unusual seriousness? They are on the eve
-of separation from two beloved fellow-students. The
-younger of the two, who, being more of their age, was
-wont to share more often in their boyish sports, was the
-protector of the feeble against the strong, the impartial
-arbitrator in all their petty disagreements.</p>
-
-<p>The great door of the college opens, and two young
-men in traveling dress join the group of their fellow-students.
-Two leathern portmanteaus, five feet long,
-adorned with rings, chains, and padlocks which would
-seem strong enough for the mooring of a ship, lie at
-their feet. The younger of the two, slight and delicate-looking,
-is perhaps eighteen years old. His dark
-complexion, great black eyes, alert and keen, his abruptness
-of gesture, proclaim his French blood. His name
-is Jules D'Haberville. His father is one of the seigneurs,
-captain of a company in the colonial marine.</p>
-
-<p>His companion, who is older by two or three years,
-is much taller and more robust of frame. His fine blue
-eyes, his chestnut hair, his blonde and ruddy complexion
-with a few scattered freckles on face and hands,
-his slightly aggressive chin&mdash;all these reveal a foreign
-origin. This is Archibald Cameron of Lochiel, commonly
-known as Archie of Lochiel, a young Scotch Highlander
-who has been studying at the Jesuits' College in
-Quebec. How is it that he, a stranger, finds himself in
-this remote French colony? We will let the sequel
-show.</p>
-
-<p>The young men are both notably good looking.
-They are clad alike with hooded overcoat, scarlet leggings
-edged with green ribbon, blue woolen knitted garters,
-a broad belt of vivid colors embroidered with glass
-beads, deer-hide moccasins tied in Iroquois fashion, the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xv" id="Page_xv">xv</a></span>
-insteps embroidered with porcupine-quills, and, finally,
-caps of beaver-skin fastened over the ears by means of
-a red silk handkerchief knotted under the chin.</p>
-
-<p>The younger betrays a feverish eagerness, and keeps
-glancing along Buade Street.</p>
-
-<p>"You are in a hurry to leave us, Jules," said one of
-his friends, reproachfully.</p>
-
-<p>"No," replied D'Haberville, "oh, no, indeed, my
-dear De Laronde, I assure you; but, since this parting
-must take place, I wish it over. It unnerves me; and
-it is natural that I should be in a hurry to get back
-home again."</p>
-
-<p>"That is right," said De Laronde; "and, moreover,
-since you are a Canadian, we hope to see you again before
-very long."</p>
-
-<p>"But with you the case is different, my dear Archie,"
-said another. "I fear this parting will be forever, if you
-return to your own country."</p>
-
-<p>"Promise us that you will come back," cried all the
-students.</p>
-
-<p>During this conversation Jules darts off like an arrow
-to meet two men, each with an oar on his right shoulder,
-who are hastening along by the cathedral. One of them
-wears the costume of the <i>habitants</i>&mdash;capote of black
-homespun, gray woolen cap, gray leggings and garters,
-belt of many colors, and heavy cowhide larrigans tied
-in the manner of the Iroquois. The dress of the other
-is more like that of our young travelers, although much
-less costly. The first, tall and rough-mannered, is a
-ferryman of Point Lévis. The second, shorter, but of
-athletic build, is a follower of Captain D'Haberville,
-Jules's father. In times of war, a soldier; in peace, he
-occupies the place of a favored servant. He is the
-captain's foster-brother and of the same age. He is the
-right hand of the family. He has rocked Jules in his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xvi" id="Page_xvi">xvi</a></span>
-arms, singing him the gay catches of our up-river boatmen.</p>
-
-<p>"Dear José, how are you? How have you left them
-all at home?" cried Jules, flinging his arms about him.</p>
-
-<p>"All well enough, thank God," replied Jose; "they
-send you all kinds o' love, and are in a great way to see
-you. But how you have grown in the last few months!
-Lord! Master Jules, but it is good to set eyes on you
-again."</p>
-
-<p>In spite of the familiar affection lavished upon José
-by the whole D'Haberville family, he never forgot to be
-scrupulously respectful.</p>
-
-<p>Jules overwhelms him with eager inquiries. He asks
-about the servants, about the neighbors, and about the
-old dog whom, when in his thirty-sixth lesson, he had
-christened <i>Niger</i> to display his proficiency in Latin.
-He has forgiven even the greedy cat who, the year before,
-had gobbled up a young pet nightingale which he
-had intended to take to college with him. In the first
-heat of his wrath, it is true, he had hunted the assassin
-with a club, under tables, chairs, and beds, and finally
-on to the roof itself, which the guilty animal had sought
-as an impregnable refuge. Now, however, he has forgiven
-the creature's misdeeds and makes tender inquiry
-after its health.</p>
-
-<p>"Hello there!" grumbles the ferryman, who takes
-very little interest in the above scenes, "when you have
-done slobbering and chattering about the cat and dog,
-perhaps you'll make a move. The tide won't wait for
-nobody."</p>
-
-<p>In spite of the impatience and ill-humor of the ferryman,
-it took long to say farewell. Their instructors embraced
-them affectionately.</p>
-
-<p>"You are to be soldiers, both of you", said the principal.
-"In daily peril of your life upon the battle-field,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xvii" id="Page_xvii">xvii</a></span>
-you must keep God ever before you. It may be the
-will of Heaven that you fall. Be ready, therefore, at all
-times, that you may go before the judgment-seat with a
-clear conscience. Take this for your battle-cry&mdash;'God,
-the King, and Fatherland!'"</p>
-
-<p>"Farewell!" exclaimed Archie&mdash;"you who have
-opened your hearts to the stranger. Farewell, kind
-friends, who have striven to make the poor exile forget
-that he belonged to an alien race. Farewell, perhaps
-forever."</p>
-
-<p>"This parting would be hard indeed for me," said
-Jules, deeply moved, "had I not the hope that my
-regiment will soon be ordered to Canada." Then, turning
-to his instructors, he said:</p>
-
-<p>"I have tried your patience sorely, gentlemen, but
-you know that my heart has always been better than my
-head; I beg that you will forgive the one for the sake
-of the other.&mdash;As for you, my fellow-students," he continued,
-with a lightness that was somewhat forced, "you
-must admit that, if I have tormented you sadly with my
-nonsense during the last ten years, I have at least succeeded
-in sometimes making you laugh."</p>
-
-<p>Seizing Archie by the arm, he hurried him off in order
-to conceal his emotion.</p>
-
-<p>We may leave our travelers now to cross the St.
-Lawrence, and rejoin them a little later at Point Lévis.</p>
-
-<p class="right">
-<span class="smcap">The Author.</span><br />
-</p>
-
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">19</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="chapter">
-
-<p class="center" id="CAMERON_OF_LOCHIEL">CAMERON OF LOCHIEL</p>
-
-<p class="center">&mdash;&mdash;</p>
-
-<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_I">CHAPTER I.<br />
-<span class="chapsmall">D'HABERVILLE AND CAMERON OF LOCHIEL.</span></h2>
-</div>
-
-<div class="poetry"><div class="poetry">Give me, oh! give me back the days<br />
-When I&mdash;I too&mdash;was young,<br />
-And felt, as they now feel, each coming hour,<br />
-New consciousness of power....<br />
-<br /></div>
-<div class="poetry">The fields, the grove, the air was haunted,<br />
-And all that age has disenchanted....<br />
-<br /></div>
-<div class="poetry">Give me, oh! give youth's passions unconfined,<br />
-The rush of joy that felt almost like pain.<br /></div></div>
-
-<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Goethe.</span></p>
-
-
-<p>Archibald Cameron of Lochiel, son of a Highland
-chief who had wedded a daughter of France, was but
-four years old when he lost his mother. Brought up by
-his father, who was, in the language of the Scriptures, a
-valiant hunter in the sight of God, ever since ten years
-old he had followed him in the chase of the roebuck and
-other wild beasts, scaling the highest mountains, swimming
-the icy torrents, making his couch on the wet sod
-with no covering but his plaid, no roof but the vault of
-heaven. Under such a Spartan training the boy came to
-find his chief delight in this wild and wandering life.</p>
-
-<p>When Archie was but twelve years old, in the year
-1745, his father joined the standard of that unhappy
-young prince who, after the old romantic fashion, threw
-himself into the arms of his Scottish countrymen, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">20</a></span>
-called upon them to win him back a crown which the
-bloody field of Culloden forced him to renounce forever.</p>
-
-<p>In the early days of this disastrous struggle, courage
-was triumphant over numbers and discipline, and their
-mountains re-echoed to their outmost isles the songs of
-victory. The enthusiasm was at its height. The victory
-seemed already won. But short-lived was their triumph.
-After achievements of most magnificent heroism they
-were forced to bow their necks to defeat. Lochiel shared
-the fate of the many brave whose blood reddened the
-heather on Culloden.</p>
-
-<p>An uncle of Archie's, who had also followed the
-standard and fortunes of the unhappy prince, had the
-good fortune, after the disaster of Culloden, to save his
-head from the scaffold. Through a thousand perils,
-over a thousand obstacles, he made good his flight to
-France with his orphan nephew. The old gentleman,
-ruined in fortune and under sentence of banishment,
-was having a hard struggle to support himself and his
-charge, when a Jesuit, an uncle of the boy on his
-mother's side, undertook a share of the burden. Archie
-was sent to the Jesuits' College in Quebec. Having completed
-a thorough course in mathematics, he is leaving
-college when the reader makes his acquaintance.</p>
-
-<p>Archibald Cameron of Lochiel, whom the harsh hand
-of misfortune had brought to an early maturity, knew
-not at first what to make of a boy noisy, troublesome
-and mocking, who seemed the despair alike of masters
-and students. To be sure, the boy had not all the fun
-on his own side. Out of twenty canings and impositions
-bestowed upon his class, Jules D'Haberville was
-sure to pocket at least nineteen for his share.</p>
-
-<p>It must be acknowledged, also, that the older pupils,
-driven to the end of their patience, bestowed upon him
-sometimes more knocks than nuts; but you would have<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">21</a></span>
-thought the youngster regarded all this as an encouragement,
-so ready was he to resume his tricks. We may
-add that Jules, without being vindictive, never wholly
-overlooked an injury. In one way or another he always
-made matters even. His satire, his home thrusts, which
-could bring a flush to the face of even the most self-possessed,
-served his purpose very effectually with the
-masters or with those larger students whom he could
-not otherwise reach.</p>
-
-<p>He had adopted it as his guiding principle, that he
-would never acknowledge himself beaten; and it was
-necessary, therefore, for his opponents, when weary of
-war, to make him proposals of peace.</p>
-
-<p>The reader will doubtless conclude that the boy was
-cordially disliked; on the contrary, every one was fond
-of him; he was the pet of the college. The truth is,
-Jules had such a heart as pulses all too rarely in the
-breast of man. To say that he was generous to a fault,
-that he was ever ready to defend the absent, to sacrifice
-himself in order to conceal the faults of others, would
-not give an adequate description of his character. The
-following incident will reveal him more effectively: When
-he was about twelve years old, a senior student got out
-of patience and kicked him; with no intention, however,
-of hurting him much. It was contrary to Jules's code
-of honor to carry complaints to the masters. He contented
-himself with replying to his assailant: "You are
-too thick-headed, you big brute, for me to waste any
-sarcasm on you. You would not understand it. One
-must pierce your hide in some other way; but be patient,
-you will lose nothing by waiting!"</p>
-
-<p>After rejecting certain more or less ingenious schemes
-of vengeance, Jules resolved to catch his enemy asleep
-and shave his eyebrows&mdash;a punishment which would be
-easy to inflict, as Dubuc, the youth who had kicked<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">22</a></span>
-him, was a mighty heavy sleeper. This plan had the
-further advantage of touching him on a most sensitive
-point, for he was a handsome fellow and a good deal of
-a dandy.</p>
-
-<p>Jules had just decided on this revenge, when he heard
-Dubuc say to one of his friends, who had rallied him on
-looking gloomy:</p>
-
-<p>"Indeed, I have good reason to be, for I expect my
-father to-morrow. I have got into debt with the shop-keepers,
-hoping that my mother would come to Quebec
-ahead of him, and would relieve me without his knowing
-anything about it. Father is close-fisted and violent.
-He will probably strike me in the first heat of his anger;
-and I don't know where to hide my head. I have a
-mind to run away until the storm is over."</p>
-
-<p>"Oh," said Jules, "why don't you let me help you
-out of the scrape?"</p>
-
-<p>"The devil you say!" exclaimed Dubuc, shaking
-his head.</p>
-
-<p>"Why," said Jules, "do you think that on account
-of a kick, more or less, I would leave a fellow-student
-in a scrape and exposed to the violence of his amiable
-papa? To be sure, you almost broke my back, but that
-is another affair, which we will settle later. How much
-cash do you want?"</p>
-
-<p>"My dear fellow," answered Dubuc, "that would be
-abusing your kindness. I need a large sum, and I know
-you are not in funds just now; for you emptied your
-purse to help that poor woman whose husband was
-killed the other day."</p>
-
-<p>"A pretty story," said Jules. "As if one could not
-always find money to save a friend from the wrath of a
-father who is going to break his neck! How much do
-you want?"</p>
-
-<p>"Fifty francs!"</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">23</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"You shall have them this evening," said the boy.</p>
-
-<p>Jules, an only son, belonging to a rich family, indulged
-by everybody, had his pockets always full of
-money. Father and mother, uncles and aunts, godfathers
-and godmothers, they all kept loudly proclaiming
-that boys should not have too much money to spend.
-At the same time they outdid each other in surreptitiously
-supplying his purse!</p>
-
-<p>Dubuc, however, had spoken truly; the boy's purse
-was empty for the moment. Fifty francs was, moreover,
-quite a sum in those days. The King of France was
-paying his red allies only fifty francs for an English
-scalp. His Britannic Majesty, richer or more generous,
-was paying a hundred for the scalp of a Frenchman!</p>
-
-<p>Jules did not care to apply to his uncles and his
-aunts, the only relations he had in the city. His first
-thought was to borrow fifty francs by pawning his gold
-watch, which was worth at least twenty-five louis. Revolving
-the matter, however, he bethought himself of a
-certain old woman, a servant of the house, whom his
-father had dowered at her marriage, and to whom he had
-afterward advanced enough money to set her up in business.
-The business had prospered in her hands. She
-was a widow, rich and childless.</p>
-
-<p>There were difficulties to surmount, however. The
-old dame was rather avaricious and crusty; and on the
-occasion of Jules's last visit they had not parted on the
-best terms possible. She had even chased him into the
-street with a broomstick. The boy had done nothing
-more, however, than play her a little trick. He had given
-her pet spaniel a dose of snuff, and when the old lady
-ran to the help of her dog, who was conducting himself
-like a lunatic, he had emptied the rest of the snuff-box
-into a dandelion salad which she was carefully picking
-over for her supper.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">24</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Hold on, mother," he cried, as he ran away, "there
-is a good seasoning for you."</p>
-
-<p>Jules saw that it was very necessary to make his
-peace with the good dame, and hence these preliminaries.
-He threw his arms about her neck on entering, in spite
-of the old woman's attempt to shield herself from these
-too ardent demonstrations, after the way he had affronted
-her.</p>
-
-<p>"See, my dear Madeleine," he cried, "I am come to
-pardon thine offenses as thou must pardon all who have
-offended against thee. Everybody says thou art stingy
-and revengeful, but that is no business of mine. Thou
-wilt get quit of it by roasting a little while in another
-world. I wash my hands of it entirely."</p>
-
-<p>Madeleine hardly knew whether to laugh or be angry
-at this fantastic preamble; but, as she was fond of the
-boy, for all his tricks, she took the wiser course and
-smiled good-naturedly.</p>
-
-<p>"Now that we are in a better humor," continued
-Jules, "let us proceed to business. I have been a little
-foolish and have got into debt, and I dread to trouble
-my good father about it. In fact, I want fifty francs to
-settle the unfortunate business. Can you lend me that
-much?"</p>
-
-<p>"Indeed, now, Master D'Haberville," answered the
-old dame, "if that were all I had in the world, I would
-give it all to save your father any trouble. I owe so
-much to your father."</p>
-
-<p>"Tut!" said Jules, "if you talk of those ha'pennies,
-there's an end of business. But listen, my good Madeleine,
-since I might break my neck when I least expect
-it, or still more probably when climbing on the roof or
-among the city bells, I must give you a bit of writing for
-security. I hope, however, to pay you back in a month
-at latest."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">25</a></span></p>
-
-<p>At this Madeleine was seriously offended. She refused
-the note, and counted him out the money. Jules
-almost choked her with his embrace, sprang through the
-window into the street and hurried back to the college.</p>
-
-<p>At recess time that evening Dubuc was freed from
-all anxiety on the score of his amiable papa.</p>
-
-<p>"But remember," said D'Haberville, "I still owe
-you for that kick."</p>
-
-<p>"Hold on, dear boy," exclaimed Dubuc, with feeling.
-"I wish you would settle that right now. Break
-my head or my back with the poker, only let us settle
-it. To think that, after all you have done for me, you
-are still bearing me a grudge, would be nothing less than
-torture."</p>
-
-<p>"A fine idea that," exclaimed the boy, "to think
-that I bear any one a grudge because I am in his debt
-in regard to a little exchange of compliments! So that
-is how you take it, eh? Shake, then, and let us think
-no more about it. You may brag of being the only one
-to scratch me without my having drawn his blood in return."</p>
-
-<p>With these words he sprang upon the young man's
-shoulders like a monkey, pulled out a few hairs to satisfy
-his conscience, and scampered off to join the merry
-group which was waiting for him.</p>
-
-<p>Archibald of Lochiel, matured by bitter experiences,
-and on that account more self-contained and more reserved
-than other boys of his age, on his first coming to
-college hardly knew whether to smile or be angry at the
-frolics of the little imp who seemed to have taken him
-for his special butt, and who hardly left him any peace.
-He could not be expected to divine that this was Jules's
-manner of showing his affection for those he loved the
-most. One day, driven to the end of his forbearance,
-Archie said to him:</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">26</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Do you know, you would try the patience of a
-saint! Verily I don't know what to do with you."</p>
-
-<p>"But you have a way out of your difficulties," answered
-Jules. "My skin itches; give me a good hiding,
-and I'll leave you in peace. That will be easy enough
-for you, you young Hercules."</p>
-
-<p>Lochiel, indeed, accustomed from his infancy to the
-trying sports of the young Highlanders, was at fourteen
-marvelously strong for his years.</p>
-
-<p>"Do you think," exclaimed Archie, "that I am such
-a coward as to strike a boy younger and weaker than
-myself?"</p>
-
-<p>"Oh, no," said Jules; "I see we agree on that score&mdash;never
-a knock for a little fellow. What suits me is a
-good tussle with a fellow of my own age, or even a little
-older; then shake hands and think no more about it.
-By the way," continued Jules, "you know that comical
-dog De Chavigny? He is older than I am, but so weak
-and miserable that I have never had the heart to punch
-him, although he has played me such a trick as even
-St. Francis himself would hardly pardon. Just think of
-him running to me all out of breath and exclaiming:
-'I've just snatched an egg from that greedy Letourneau,
-who had stolen it out of the refectory. Here, hide it;
-he's after me!'</p>
-
-<p>"'Where do you want me to hide it?' said I.</p>
-
-<p>"'Oh, in your hat,' he answered; 'he'll never think
-of looking for it there.'</p>
-
-<p>"As for me, I was fool enough to do it. I ought to
-have mistrusted him.</p>
-
-<p>"In a moment Letourneau came up and jammed
-my cap down over my eyes. The accursed egg nearly
-blinded me, and I swear did not smell like a rose-garden!
-It was an addled egg found by Chavigny
-in a nest which the hen had probably abandoned a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">27</a></span>
-month before. I got out of that mess with the loss of
-a cap, a vest, and other garments. Well, after the first
-of my fury was over, I could not help laughing; and if
-I bear him any grudge at all, it is for having got ahead
-of me with so neat a trick. I should love to get it off
-on Derome, who keeps his hair so charmingly powdered.
-As for Letourneau, since he was too stupid to have invented
-the trick myself, I contented myself with saying
-to him, 'Blessed are they of little wit'; and he
-professed himself proud of the compliment, being glad
-enough, after all, to get off so cheaply.</p>
-
-<p>"And now, my dear Archie," continued Jules, "let
-us come to terms. I am a kindly potentate, and my
-conditions shall be most easy. To please you, I undertake,
-on the word of a gentleman, to diminish by one
-third those tricks of mine which you lack the good
-taste to appreciate. Come, now, you ought to be satisfied
-with that if you are not utterly unreasonable, for
-you see, my dear boy, I love you. I would not have
-made peace with any one else on such advantageous
-terms."</p>
-
-<p>Lochiel could not help laughing as he shook the
-irrepressible lad. It was from this conversation that
-the friendship between the two boys took its beginning&mdash;on
-Archie's part with a truly Scottish restraint, on the
-side of Jules with the passionate warmth of which the
-French heart is capable.</p>
-
-<p>A few weeks later, about a month before the vacation,
-which began then on the 15th of August, Jules
-seized his friend's arm and whispered:</p>
-
-<p>"Come into my room. I have just had a letter from
-father which concerns you."</p>
-
-<p>"Concerns me!" exclaimed the other in astonishment.</p>
-
-<p>"Why are you surprised?" retorted D'Haberville.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">28</a></span>
-"Do you think you are not of sufficient importance for
-any one to concern himself about you? Why, all New
-France is talking about the handsome Scotchman. The
-mammas, fearing your influence on the <ins title="Transcriber's note: original reads 'imflammable'">inflammable</ins>
-hearts of their daughters, talk seriously of petitioning our
-principal never to let you appear in public except with
-a veil on, like the women of the East."</p>
-
-<p>"Come, stop your fooling, and let me go on with my
-reading."</p>
-
-<p>"But I am very much in earnest," said Jules. And,
-dragging his friend along with him, he read him part of
-a letter from his father, which ran as follows:</p>
-
-<blockquote>
-
-<p>"What you tell me about your young friend, Master de Lochiel,
-interests me very much. I grant your request with the greatest
-pleasure. Give him my compliments, and beg him to come and spend
-his next vacation with us, and all his vacations so long as he is attending
-college. If he does not consider this invitation sufficiently
-formal, I will write to him myself. His father sleeps upon a glorious
-field. Soldiers are brothers everywhere; so should their sons
-be likewise. Let him come to our own hearth-stone, and our hearts
-shall open to him as to one of our own blood."</p></blockquote>
-
-<p>Archie was so affected by the warmth of this invitation
-that for some moments he could not answer.</p>
-
-<p>"Come, my haughty Scotlander, will you do us the
-honor?" said his friend. "Or must my father send, on
-a special embassy, his chief butler, José Dubé, with
-the bagpipes slung on his back in the form of a St.
-Andrew's cross&mdash;as is the custom, I believe, among your
-Highland chiefs&mdash;to present you his invitation with all
-due formality?"</p>
-
-<p>"As, fortunately, I am no longer in my Highlands,"
-said Archie, laughing, "we can dispense with these formalities.
-I shall write at once to Captain D'Haberville,
-and thank him with my whole heart for his noble generosity
-to the exiled orphan."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">29</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Then, let us speak reasonably for once," said Jules,
-"if only for the novelty of the thing. You think me very
-light, silly, and scatter-brained. I acknowledge that
-there is a little of all that in me, which does not prevent
-me from being in earnest more often than you think. I
-have long been seeking a friend, a true and high-hearted
-friend. I have watched you very closely, and I find you
-all I could wish. Lochiel, will you be my friend?"</p>
-
-<p>"Without a moment's question, my dear boy," answered
-Archie, "for I have always felt strongly attracted
-toward you."</p>
-
-<p>"Well, then," cried Jules, grasping his hand warmly,
-"it is for life and death with us Lochiel!"</p>
-
-<p>Thus, between a boy of twelve and a boy of fourteen,
-was ratified a friendship which in the sequel will be exposed
-to the crudest tests.</p>
-
-<p>"Here's a letter from mother," said Jules, "in which
-there is a word for you":</p>
-
-<blockquote>
-
-<p>"I hope your friend, Master de Lochiel, will do us the pleasure
-of accepting your father's invitation. We are all eager to meet him.
-His room is ready, alongside of your own. In the box which José
-will hand you there is a parcel for him which he would grieve me
-greatly by refusing. In sending it I am thinking of the mother he
-has lost."</p></blockquote>
-
-<p>The box contained equal shares for the two boys of
-cakes, sweetmeats, jams, and other dainties.</p>
-
-<p>The friendship between the two boys grew stronger
-day by day. They became inseparable. Their college-mates
-dubbed them variously Damon and Pythias, Orestes
-and Pylades, Nisus and Euryalus. At last they
-called them the brothers.</p>
-
-<p>All the time Lochiel was at college he spent his
-vacations with the D'Habervilles, who made no difference
-between the two boys unless to lavish the more
-marked attentions upon the young Scotchman who had<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">30</a></span>
-become as it were a son of the house. It was most
-natural, then, that Archie, before sailing for Europe,
-should accompany Jules on his farewell visit to his
-father's house.</p>
-
-<p>The friendship between the two young men, as we
-have already said, is destined to be put to the bitterest
-trial, when that code of honor which has been substituted
-by civilization for the truest sentiments of the
-human heart, shall come to teach them the obligations
-of men who are fighting under hostile flags. But why
-anticipate the dark future? Have they not enjoyed
-during almost ten years of college life the passing griefs,
-the little jealousies, the eager pleasures, the differences
-and ardent reconciliations which characterize a boyish
-friendship?</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">31</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="chapter"><h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_II">CHAPTER II.<br />
-<span class="chapsmall">A NIGHT WITH THE SORCERERS.</span></h2>
-</div>
-
-<div class="poetry"><div class="stanza">Angels and ministers of grace, defend us!<br />
-Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damned,<br />
-Bring with thee airs from heaven, or blasts from hell.</div></div>
-
-<p class="right"><i>Hamlet.</i></p>
-
-<blockquote>
-<p class="center">Ecoute comme les bois crient. Les hiboux fuient épouvantés....
-Entends-tu ces voix dans les hauteurs, dans le lointain, ou près de nous?...
-Eh! oui! la montagne retentit, dans toute sa longueur, d'un furieux
-chant magique.</p>
-
-<p class="right"><i>Faust.</i></p></blockquote>
-
-<p class="center">
-Lest bogles catch him unawares....<br />
-<br />
-Where ghaits and howlets nightly cry....<br />
-<br />
-When out the hellish legion sallied.<br />
-</p>
-<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Burns.</span>
-</p>
-
-
-<p>As soon as our young travelers, crossing the St.
-Lawrence opposite Quebec, have reached Point Lévis,
-José makes haste to harness a splendid Norman horse
-into one of those low sledges which furnish the only
-means of transport at this season, when the roads are
-only covered here and there with snow or ice, and when
-overflowing streams intercept the way at intervals. When
-they come to one of these obstacles José unharnesses the
-horse, all three mount, and the brook is speedily forded.
-It is true that Jules, who clasps José around the waist,
-tries every now and then to throw him off, at the risk of
-partaking with him the luxury of a bath at a little above
-zero. He might as well have tried to throw Cape Tourmente
-into the St. Lawrence. José, who, in spite of his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">32</a></span>
-comparatively small stature, is as strong as an elephant,
-laughs in his sleeve and pretends not to notice it. The
-brook forded, José goes back for the sledge, reharnesses
-the horse, climbs into the sledge with the baggage in
-front of him lest he should get it wet, and speedily overtakes
-his fellow-travelers, who have not halted a moment
-in their march.</p>
-
-<p>Thanks to Jules, the conversation never flags during
-the journey. Archie does nothing but laugh over the
-witticisms that Jules perpetrates at his expense. He
-has long given up attempting any retort.</p>
-
-<p>"We must hurry," exclaimed D'Haberville; "it is
-thirty-six miles from here to St. Thomas. My uncle
-De Beaumont takes supper at seven. If we get there
-too late, we shall probably make a poor meal. The good
-things will be all gobbled up. You know the proverb,
-<i>tarde venientibus ossa</i>."</p>
-
-<p>"Scotch hospitality is proverbial," exclaimed Archie.
-"With us the welcome is the same day or night. That
-is the cook's business."</p>
-
-<p>"Verily," said Jules, "I believe it as if I saw it with
-my own eyes; were it otherwise it would show a plentiful
-lack of skill or good-will on the part of your peticoated
-cooks. It is delightfully primitive, that Scotch
-cookery of yours. With a few handfuls of oatmeal
-sodden in cold water&mdash;since you have neither wood
-nor coal in your country&mdash;you can make an excellent
-soup at little cost and with no great expenditure of
-culinary science, and feast your guests as well in the
-night as in the daytime. It is quite true that, when
-some distinguished personage seeks your hospitality&mdash;which
-often happens, since Scotland is loaded down
-with enough coats-of-arms to crush a camel&mdash;it is true
-I say, that you set before him, in addition to your oatmeal
-soup, the head, feet, or nice, juicy tail of a sheep,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">33</a></span>
-with salt for sauce; the other parts of the animal never
-seem to grow in Scotland."</p>
-
-<p>Lochiel contented himself with glancing at Jules
-over his shoulder and repeating:</p>
-
-<blockquote>
-
-<p>"'Quis talia fando Myrmidonum,
-Dolopumve'&mdash;"</p></blockquote>
-
-<p>"What's that?" exclaimed Jules, in assumed indignation;
-"you call me a Myrmidon, a Dolopian&mdash;me, the
-philosopher! And, moreover, my worthy pedant, you
-abuse me in Latin&mdash;you who so murder the accent with
-your Caledonian tongue that Virgil must squirm in his
-grave! You call me a Myrmidon&mdash;me, the geometrician
-of my class! You remember that the Professor of
-Mathematics predicted that I should be another Vauban&mdash;"</p>
-
-<p>"Yes, indeed," interrupted Archie, "in recognition
-of your famous perpendicular line, which leaned so
-much to the left that all the class trembled lest it should
-fall and crush its base; seeing which, our professor
-sought to console you by predicting that your services
-would be required in case of the reconstruction of the
-Tower of Pisa."</p>
-
-<p>Jules struck a tragic attitude and cried:</p>
-
-<blockquote>
-
-<p>"'Tu t'en souviens, Cinna! et veux m'assassiner.'</p></blockquote>
-
-<p>"You are going to stab me upon the king's highway,
-beside this mighty St. Lawrence, untouched by all the
-beauty of nature which surrounds us&mdash;untouched by
-yon lovely cascade of Montmorency, which the <i>habitants</i>
-call 'The Cow,' a title very much the reverse of poetic,
-but which, nevertheless, expresses well enough the exquisite
-whiteness of the stream which leaps from its
-bosom like the rich and foaming flow from the milch-cow's
-udder. You are going to stab me right in sight of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">34</a></span>
-the Isle of Orleans, which, as we go on, conceals from
-our view the lovely waterfall which I have so poetically
-described! Heartless wretch! will nothing make you relent&mdash;not
-even the sight of poor José here, who is touched
-by all this wisdom and eloquence in one so young, as
-Fénelon would have said could he have written my adventures?"</p>
-
-<p>"Do you know," interrupted Archie, "you are at
-least as remarkable in poetry as you are in geometry?"</p>
-
-<p>"Who can doubt it?" answered Jules. "No matter,
-my perpendicular made you all laugh and myself most
-of all. You know, however, that that was only another
-trick of that scamp De Chavigny, who had stolen my
-exercise and rolled up another in place of it, which I
-handed in to the teacher. You all pretended not to
-believe me, since you were but too glad to see the
-trickster tricked."</p>
-
-<p>José, who ordinarily took little part in the young
-men's conversation, and who, moreover, had been unable
-to understand what they had just been talking about,
-now began to mutter under his breath:</p>
-
-<p>"What a queer kind of a country that, where the
-sheep have only heads, feet, and tails, and not even a
-handful of a body! But, after all, it is none of my business;
-the men who are the masters will fix things to
-suit themselves; but I can't help thinking of the poor
-horses!"</p>
-
-<p>José, who was a regular jockey, had a most tender
-consideration for these noble beasts. Then, turning to
-Archie, he touched his cap and said:</p>
-
-<p>"Saving your presence, sir, if the gentry themselves
-eat all the oats in your country, which is because they
-have nothing better to eat, I suppose, what do the poor
-horses do? They require to be well fed if they do much
-hard work."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">35</a></span></p>
-
-<p>The young men burst out laughing. José, a little
-abashed by their ridicule, exclaimed:</p>
-
-<p>"Excuse me if I have said anything foolish. One
-may make mistakes without being drunk, just like Master
-Jules there, who was telling you that the <i>habitants</i>
-call Montmorency Falls 'The Cow' because their foam
-is white as milk. Now, I have a suspicion that it is because
-they bellow like a cow in certain winds. At least
-that is what the old bodies say when they get chattering."</p>
-
-<p>"Don't be angry, old boy," answered Jules, "you
-are probably quite right. We were laughing because
-you thought there were horses in Scotland. The animal
-is unknown in that country."</p>
-
-<p>"What! no horses, sir? What do the folks do when
-they want to travel?"</p>
-
-<p>"When I say no horses," answered D'Haberville,
-"you must not understand me too literally. They have
-an animal resembling our horses, but not much taller
-than my big dog Niger. It lives in the mountains, wild
-as our caribous, and not altogether unlike them. When
-a Highlander wants to travel, he sounds his bagpipe;
-all the villagers gather together and he unfolds to them
-his project. Then they scatter through the woods, or
-rather through the heather, and after a day or two of
-toil and tribulation they succeed, occasionally, in capturing
-one of these charming beasts; then, after another
-day or two, if the brute is not too obstinate, and if the
-Highlander has enough patience, he sets out on his
-journey, and sometimes even succeeds in coming to the
-end of it."</p>
-
-<p>"Well, I must say," retorted Lochiel, "you are a
-pretty one to be making fun of my Highlanders! You
-have good right to be proud of this princely turn-out of
-your own! It will be hard for posterity to believe that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">36</a></span>
-the high and mighty lord of D'Haberville sends for his
-son and heir in a sort of dung-cart without wheels!
-Doubtless he will send some outriders on ahead of us, in
-order that nothing shall be lacking in our triumphal approach
-to the manor of St. Jean Port Joli!"</p>
-
-<p>"Well done, Lochiel! you are saved, brother mine,"
-cried Jules. "A very neat home thrust. Claws for
-claws, as one of your Scottish saints exclaimed
-one day, when he was having a scrimmage with the
-devil."</p>
-
-<p>José, during this discussion, was scratching his head
-disconsolately. Like Caleb Balderstone, in The Bride of
-Lammermoor, he was very sensitive on all subjects
-touching his master's honor.</p>
-
-<p>"What a wretched fool I am!" he cried in a piteous
-voice. "It is all my fault. The seigneur has four carryalls
-in his coach-house, of which two are brand new and
-varnished up like fiddles, so that I used one for a looking-glass
-last Sunday. So, then, when the seigneur said
-to me yesterday morning, 'Get ready, José, for you must
-go to Quebec to fetch my son and his friend Mr. de
-Lochiel; see that you take a proper carriage'&mdash;I, like
-a fool, said to myself that when the roads were so bad
-the only thing to take was a sled like this! Oh, yes, I'm
-in for a good scolding! I shall get off cheap if I have
-to do without my brandy for a month! At three
-drinks a day," added José, "that will make a loss
-of ninety good drinks, without counting extras. But
-it's all the same to me; I'll take my punishment like a
-man."</p>
-
-<p>The young men were greatly amused at José's ingenious
-lying for the honor of his master.</p>
-
-<p>"Now," said Archie, "since you seem to have emptied
-your budget of all the absurdities that a hair-brained
-French head can contain, try and speak seriously, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">37</a></span>
-tell me why the Isle of Orleans is called the Isle of the
-Sorcerers."</p>
-
-<p>"For the very simple reason," answered Jules, "that
-a great many sorcerers live there."</p>
-
-<p>"There you begin again with your nonsense," said
-Lochiel.</p>
-
-<p>"I am in earnest," said Jules. "These Scotch are
-unbearably conceited. They can't acknowledge any
-excellence in other nations. Do you think, my dear
-fellow, that Scotland has the monopoly of witches and
-wizards? I would beg you to know that we too have
-our sorcerers; and that two hours ago, between Point
-Lévis and Beaumont, I might as easily as not have introduced
-you to a very respectable sorceress. I would
-have you know, moreover, that on the estate of my
-illustrious father you shall see a witch of the most remarkable
-skill. The difference is, my dear boy, that in
-Scotland you burn them, while here we treat them in a
-manner fitting their power and social influence. Ask
-José if I am not telling the truth?"</p>
-
-<p>José did not fail to confirm all he said. In his eyes
-the witches of Beaumont and St. Jean Port Joli were
-genuine and mighty sorceresses.</p>
-
-<p>"But to speak seriously," continued Jules, "since
-you would make a reasonable man of me, <i>nolens volens</i>,
-as my sixth-form master used to say when he gave me a
-dose of the strap, I believe the fable takes its rise from
-the fact that the <i>habitants</i> on the north and south shores
-of the river, seeing the islanders on dark nights go out
-fishing with torches, mistake their lights for will-o'-the-wisps.
-Then, you know that our country folk regard
-the will-o'-the-wisps as witches, or as evil spirits who
-endeavor to lure the wandering wretch to his death.
-They even profess to hear them laugh when the deluded
-traveler falls into the quagmire. The truth is, that there<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">38</a></span>
-is an inflammable gas continually escaping from our bogs
-and swampy places, from which to the hobgoblins and
-sorcerers is but a single step."</p>
-
-<p>"Impossible," said Archie; "your logic is at fault,
-as the professor so often had to tell you. You see the
-inhabitants of the north and south shores themselves go
-fishing with torches, whence, according to your reasoning,
-the islanders should have called them sorcerers; which
-is not the case."</p>
-
-<p>While Jules was shaking his head, with no answer
-ready, José took up the word.</p>
-
-<p>"If you would let me speak, gentlemen, I might explain
-your difficulty by telling you what happened to
-my late father who is now dead."</p>
-
-<p>"Oh, by all means, tell us that; tell us what happened
-to your late father who is now dead," cried Jules,
-with a marked emphasis on the last four words.</p>
-
-<p>"Yes, my dear José, do us the favor of telling us
-about it," added Lochiel.</p>
-
-<p>"I can't half tell the story," answered José, "for,
-you see, I have neither the fine accent nor the splendid
-voice of my lamented parent. When he used to tell us
-what happened to him in his vigil, our bodies would
-shake so, as if with ague, as would do you good to see.
-But I'll do my best to satisfy you:</p>
-
-<p>"It happened one day that my late father, who is
-now dead, had left the city for home somewhat late. He
-had even diverted himself a little, so to speak, with his
-acquaintances in Point Lévis. Like an honest man, he
-loved his drop; and on his journeys he always carried a
-flask of brandy in his dogfish-skin satchel. They say
-the liquor is the milk for old men."</p>
-
-<p>"<i>Lac dulce</i>," interjected Archie, sententiously.</p>
-
-<p>"Begging your pardon, Mr. Archie," answered José,
-with some warmth, "it was neither <i>sweet water</i> (<i>de l'eau</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">39</a></span>
-<i>douce</i>) nor <i>lake-water</i> (<i>eau de lac</i>), but very good, unadulterated
-brandy which my late father, now dead, was
-carrying in his satchel."</p>
-
-<p>"Capital, upon my word!" cried Jules. "It serves
-you right for your perpetual Latin quotations!"</p>
-
-<p>"I beg your pardon, José," said Lochiel, very seriously.
-"I intended not the shadow of disrespect to
-your late father."</p>
-
-<p>"You are excused, sir," said José, entirely mollified.
-"It happened that it was quite dark when my father at
-last got under way. His friends did their best to keep
-him all night, telling him that he would have to pass, all
-by himself, the iron cage wherein <i>La Corriveau</i> did penance
-for having killed her husband.</p>
-
-<p>"You saw it yourselves, gentlemen, when leaving
-Point Lévis at one o'clock. She was quiet then in her
-cage, the wicked creature, with her eyeless skull. But
-never you trust to her being blind. She is a cunning
-one, you had better believe! If she can't see in the
-daytime, she knows well enough how to find her way
-to torment poor folks at night. Well, as for my late
-father, who was as brave as his captain's sword, he told
-his friends that he didn't care&mdash;that he didn't owe <i>La
-Corriveau</i> a farthing&mdash;with a heap more reasons which I
-can not remember now. He put the whip to his horse,
-a fine brute that could travel like the wind, and was
-gone in a second.</p>
-
-<p>"As he was passing the skeleton, he thought he heard
-a noise, a sort of wailing; but, as a heavy southwest
-wind was blowing, he made up his mind it was only the
-gale whistling through the bones of the corpse. It gave
-him a kind of a start, nevertheless, and he took a good pull
-at the flask to brace himself up. All things considered,
-however, as he said to himself, Christians should be ready
-to help each other; perhaps the poor creature was wanting<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">40</a></span>
-his prayers. He took off his cap and devoutly recited
-a <i>de profundis</i> for her benefit, thinking that, if it
-didn't do her any good, it could at least do her no harm,
-and that he himself would be the better for it. Well,
-then he kept on as fast as he could; but, for all that, he
-heard a queer sound behind him&mdash;tic-tac, tic-tac, like a
-piece of iron striking on the stones. He thought it was
-the tire of his wheel, or some piece of the wagon, that
-had come unfastened. He got out to see, but found
-everything snug. He touched the horse to make up for
-lost time, but after a little he heard again that tic-tac,
-tic-tac, on the stones. Being brave, he didn't pay much
-attention.</p>
-
-<p>"When he got to the high ground of St. Michel,
-which we passed a little way back, he grew very drowsy.
-'After all,' said my late father, 'a man is not a dog! let
-us take a little nap; we'll both be the better for it, my
-horse and I.' Well, he unharnessed his horse, tied his
-legs so he would not wander too far, and said: 'There,
-my pet, there's good grass, and you can hear the brook
-yonder. Good-night.'</p>
-
-<p>"As my late father crawled himself into the wagon to
-keep out of the dew, it struck him to wonder what time
-it was. After studying the 'Three Kings' to the south'ard
-and the 'Wagon' to the north'ard, he made up his
-mind it must be midnight. 'It is time,' said he, 'for
-honest men to be in bed.'</p>
-
-<p>"Suddenly, however, it seemed to him as if Isle d'Orléans
-was on fire. He sprang over the ditch, leaned on
-the fence, opened his eyes wide, and stared with all his
-might. He saw at last that the flames were dancing up
-and down the shore, as if all the will-o'-the-wisps, all the
-damned souls of Canada, were gathered there to hold the
-witches' sabbath. He stared so hard that his eyes which
-had grown a little dim grew very clear again, and he<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">41</a></span>
-saw a curious sight; you would have said they were a
-kind of men, a queer breed altogether. They had a
-head big as a peck measure, topped off with a pointed
-cap a yard long; then they had arms, legs, feet, and
-hands armed with long claws, but no body to speak of.
-Their crotch, begging your pardon, gentlemen, was split
-right up to their ears. They had scarcely anything in
-the way of flesh; they were kind of all bone, like skeletons.
-Every one of these pretty fellows had his upper
-lip split like a rabbit's, and through the split stuck out a
-rhinoceros tusk a foot long, like you see, Mr. Archie, in
-your book of unnatural history. As for the nose, it was
-nothing more nor less, begging your pardon, than a long
-pig's snout, which they would rub first on one side and
-then on the other of their great tusk, perhaps to sharpen
-it. I almost forgot to say that they had a long tail,
-twice as long as a cow's, which they used, I suppose, to
-keep off the flies.</p>
-
-<p>"The funniest thing of all was that there were but
-three eyes to every couple of imps. Those that had but
-one eye, in the middle of the forehead, like those Cyclopes
-that your uncle, who is a learned man, Mr. Jules,
-used to read to us about out of that big book of his, all
-Latin, like the priest's prayer-book, which he called his
-Virgil&mdash;those that had but one eye held each by the claw
-two novices with the proper number of eyes. Out of all
-these eyes spurted the flames which lit up Isle d'Orléans
-like broad day. The novices seemed very respectful to
-their companions, who were, as one might say, half
-blind; they bowed down to them, they fawned upon
-them, they fluttered their arms and legs, just like good
-Christians dancing the minuet.</p>
-
-<p>"The eyes of my late father were fairly starting out of
-his head. It was worse and worse when they began to
-jump and dance without moving from their places, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">42</a></span>
-to chant in a voice as hoarse as that of a choking cow,
-this song:</p>
-
-
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="poem">
-<div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"Hoary Frisker, Goblin gay,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Long-nosed Neighbor, come away!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Come my Grumbler in the mud,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Brother Frog of tainted blood!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Come, and on this juicy Christian<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Let us feast it while we may!"<br /></span>
-</div></div></div>
-
-<p>"'Ah! the accursed heathens,' exclaimed my late
-father, 'an honest man can not be sure of his property
-for a moment! Not satisfied with having stolen my
-favorite song, which I always keep to wind up with at
-weddings and feasts, just see how they've played the
-devil with it! One would hardly recognize it. It is
-Christians instead of good wine that they are going to
-treat themselves to, the scoundrels!'</p>
-
-<p>"Then the imps went on with their hellish song, glaring
-at my late father, and curling their long snouts
-around their great rhinoceros tusks:</p>
-
-
-<div class="poetry"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"Come, my tricksy Traveler's Guide,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Devil's Minion true and tried.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Come, my Sucking-Pig, my Simple,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Brother Wart and Brother Pimple;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Here's a fat and juicy Frenchman<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To be pickled, to be fried!"<br /></span>
-</div></div></div>
-
-
-<p>"'All that I can say to you just now, my darlings,'
-cried my late father, 'is that if you get no more fat to
-eat than what I'm going to bring you on my lean carcass
-you'll hardly need to skim your broth.'</p>
-
-<p>"The goblins, however, seemed to be expecting
-something, for they kept turning their heads every moment.
-My late father looked in the same direction.
-What was that he saw on the hill-side? A mighty devil,
-built like the rest, but as long as the steeple St. Michel,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">43</a></span>
-which we passed awhile back. Instead of the pointed
-bonnet, he wore a three-horned hat, topped with a big
-thorn bush in place of a feather. He had but one eye,
-blackguard that he was, but that was as good as a dozen.
-He was doubtless the drum-major of the regiment, for he
-held in his hand a saucepan twice as big as our maple-sugar
-kettles, which hold twenty gallons, and in the
-other hand a bell-clapper, which no doubt the dog of a
-heretic had stolen from some church before its consecration.
-He pounded on his saucepan, and all the
-scoundrels began to laugh, to jump, to flutter, nodding
-to my late father as if inviting him to come and amuse
-himself with them.</p>
-
-<p>"'You'll wait a long time, my lambs,' thought my late
-father to himself, his teeth chattering in his head as if
-he had the shaking fever&mdash;'you will wait a long time,
-my gentle lambs. I'm not in any hurry to quit the good
-Lord's earth to live with the goblins!'</p>
-
-<p>"Suddenly the tall devil began to sing a hellish
-round, accompanying himself on the saucepan, which
-he beat furiously, and all the goblins darted away like
-lightning&mdash;so fast, indeed, that it took them less than a
-minute to go all the way around the island. My poor
-late father was so stupefied by the hubbub that he could
-not remember more than three verses of the song, which
-ran like this:</p>
-
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-"Here's the spot that suits us well<br />
-When it gets too hot in hell&mdash;<br />
-Toura-loura;<br />
-Here we go all round,<br />
-Hands all round,<br />
-Here we go all round.<br />
-<br />
-</div>
-
-<div class="stanza">
-"Come along and stir your sticks,<br />
-You jolly dogs of heretics&mdash;<br />
-Toura-loura;<br />
-<br />
-</div>
-
-<div class="stanza">
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">44</a></span>
-Here we go all round,<br />
-Hands all round,<br />
-Here we go all round.<br />
-<br />
-</div>
-
-<div class="stanza">
-"Room for all, there's room for all<br />
-That skim or wriggle, bounce or crawl&mdash;<br />
-Toura-loura;<br />
-Here we go all round,<br />
-Hands all round,<br />
-Here we go all round."<br />
-</div></div>
-
-<p>"My late father was in a cold sweat; he had not
-yet, however, come to the worst of it."</p>
-
-<p>Here José paused. "But I am dying for a smoke,
-and, with your permission, gentlemen, I'll light my pipe."</p>
-
-<p>"Quite right, my dear José," answered D'Haberville.
-"For my own part, I am dying for something else. My
-stomach declares that this is dinner-hour at college.
-Let's have a bite to eat."</p>
-
-<p>Jules enjoyed the privilege of aristocratic descent&mdash;he
-had always a magnificent appetite. This was specially
-excusable to-day, seeing that he had dined at
-noon, and had had an immense deal of exercise since.</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">45</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_III">CHAPTER III.<br />
-<span class="chapsmall">LA CORRIVEAU.</span></h2>
-</div>
-
-<blockquote>
-<p>Sganarelle.&mdash;Seigneur commandeur, mon maitre, Don Juan, vous demande
-si vous voulez lui faire l'honneur de venir souper avec lui.</p>
-
-<p>Le même.&mdash;La statue m'a fait signe.</p>
-
-<p class="right">
-<span class="smcap">Le Festin de Pierre.</span><br />
-</p></blockquote>
-
-
-<div class="poetry"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">What? the ghosts are growing ruder,<br />
-How they beard me....<br />
-<br /></div>
-<div class="stanza">To-night&mdash;why this is Goblin Hall,<br />
-Spirits and specters all in all.<br />
-<br /></div></div></div>
-<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Faustus.</span><br />
-</p>
-
-
-<p>José, after having unbridled the horse and given him
-what he called a mouthful of hay, made haste to open a
-box which he had ingeniously arranged on the sled to
-serve, as needs might be, both for seat and larder. He
-brought out a great napkin in which were wrapped up
-two roast chickens, a tongue, a ham, a little flask of
-brandy, a good big bottle of wine. He was going to
-retire when Jules said to him:</p>
-
-<p>"Come along and take a bite with us, José."</p>
-
-<p>"Yes, indeed, come and sit here by me," said Archie.</p>
-
-<p>"Oh, gentlemen," said José, "I know my place too
-well&mdash;"</p>
-
-<p>"Come now, no affectations," said Jules. "We are
-here like three soldiers in camp; will you be so good as
-to come, you obstinate fellow?"</p>
-
-<p>"Since you say so, gentlemen, I must obey my officers,"
-answered Jules.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">46</a></span></p>
-
-<p>The two young men seated themselves on the box
-which served them also for a table. José took his place
-very comfortably on a bundle of hay, and all three began
-to eat and drink with a hearty appetite.</p>
-
-<p>Archie, naturally abstemious, had soon finished his
-meal. Having nothing better to do, he began to philosophize.
-In his lighter moods he loved to propound
-paradoxes for the pleasure of the argument.</p>
-
-<p>"Do you know, brother mine, what it was that interested
-me most in my friend's story?"</p>
-
-<p>"No," exclaimed Jules, attacking another drumstick;
-"and what's more, for the next quarter of an
-hour I don't care. The hungry stomach has no ears."</p>
-
-<p>"Oh, that's no matter," said Archie. "It was those
-devils, goblins, spirits, or whatever you choose to call
-them, with only one eye; I wish that the fashion could
-be adopted among men; there would be fewer hypocrites,
-fewer rogues, and therefore fewer dupes. Assuredly,
-it is some consolation to see that virtue is held in
-honor even among hobgoblins. Did you notice with
-what respect those one-eyed fellows were treated by the
-other imps?"</p>
-
-<p>"That may be," said Jules, "but what does it
-prove?"</p>
-
-<p>"It proves," answered Lochiel, "that the one-eyed
-fellows deserved the special attentions that were paid
-them; they are the <i>haute noblesse</i> among hobgoblins.
-Above all they are not hypocrites."</p>
-
-<p>"Nonsense," said Jules, "I begin to be afraid your
-brain is softening."</p>
-
-<p>"Oh, no, I'm not so crazy as you think," answered
-Archie. "Just watch a hypocrite with somebody he
-wants to deceive. With what humility he keeps one eye
-half shut while the other watches the effect of his words.
-If he had but one eye he would lose this immense ad<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">47</a></span>vantage,
-and would have to give up his <i>rôle</i> of hypocrite
-which he finds so profitable. There, you see, is one vice
-the less. My Cyclops of a hobgoblin has probably many
-other vices, but he is certainly no hypocrite; whence
-the respect to which he is treated by a class of beings
-stained with all the vices in the category."</p>
-
-<p>"Here's your health, my Scottish philosopher," exclaimed
-Jules, tossing off a glass of wine. "Hanged if
-I understand a word of your reasoning though."</p>
-
-<p>"But it's clear as day," answered Archie. "The
-heavy and indigestible stuff with which you are loading
-down your stomach must be clogging your brains. If
-you ate nothing but oatmeal, as we Highlanders do,
-your ideas would be a good deal clearer."</p>
-
-<p>"That oatmeal seems to stick in your throat, my
-friend," said Jules; "it ought to be easy enough to digest,
-however, even without the help of sauce."</p>
-
-<p>"Here's another example," said Archie. "A rogue
-who wishes to cheat an honest man in any kind of a
-transaction always keeps one eye winking or half shut,
-while the other watches to see whether he is gaining or
-losing in the trade. One eye is plotting while the other
-watches. That is a vast advantage for the rogue. His
-antagonist, on the other hand, seeing one eye clear,
-frank, and honest, can not suspect what is going on behind
-the eye which blinks, and plots, and calculates,
-while its fellow keeps as impenetrable as fate. Now let
-us reverse the matter," continued Archie. "Let us suppose
-the same rogue in the same circumstances, but
-blind of one eye. The honest man watching his face
-may often read in his eye his inmost thoughts; for my
-Cyclops, being himself suspicious, is constrained to keep
-his one eye wide open."</p>
-
-<p>"Rather," laughed Jules, "if he doesn't want to
-break his neck."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">48</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Granted," replied Lochiel, "but still more for the
-purpose of reading the soul of him he wants to deceive.
-He finds it necessary, moreover, to give his eye an expression
-of candor and good-fellowship in order to divert
-suspicion&mdash;which must absorb a portion of his wits.
-Then, since there are few men who can follow, without
-the help of both their eyes, two different trains of
-thought at the same time, our rogue finds that he has
-lost half of his advantage. He renounces his wicked
-calling, and society is the richer by one more honest
-man."</p>
-
-<p>"My poor Archie," murmured Jules, "I see that we
-have exchanged <i>rôles</i>; that I am now the Scotch philosopher,
-as I so courteously entitle you, while you are
-the crazy Frenchman, as you irreverently term me.
-For, don't you see, my new Prometheus, that this one-eyed
-race of men, endowed with all the virtues which you
-intend to substitute, might very readily blink, if that is
-an infallible recipe for deception, and for the purpose
-of taking observations just open their eye from time to
-time."</p>
-
-<p>"Oh, you French, you frivolous French, you deluded
-French, no wonder the English catch you on the hip in
-diplomacy!"</p>
-
-<p>"It would seem to me," interrupted Jules, "that the
-Scotch ought to know something by this time about
-English diplomacy!"</p>
-
-<p>Archie's face saddened and grew pale; his friend
-had touched a sore spot. Jules perceived this at once
-and said:</p>
-
-<p>"Forgive me, dear fellow, if I have hurt you. I
-know the subject is one that calls up painful memories.
-I spoke, as usual, without thinking. One often thoughtlessly
-wounds those one best loves by a retort which
-one may think very witty. But come, let us drink to a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">49</a></span>
-merry life! Go on with your remarkable reasoning; that
-will be pleasanter for both of us."</p>
-
-<p>"The cloud has passed over, and I resume my argument,"
-said Lochiel, repressing his emotion. "Don't
-you see that my rascal could not shut his eye for an
-instant without the risk of his prey escaping him? Do
-you remember the squirrel that we saved last year from
-that great snake, at the foot of the old maple-tree in
-your father's park; remember how the snake kept its
-glowing eyes fixed upon the poor little creature in order
-to fascinate it; how the squirrel kept springing from
-branch to branch with piteous cries, unable to remove
-its gaze for an instant from that of the hideous reptile?
-When we made it look away it was saved. Do you remember
-how joyous it was after the death of its enemy?
-Well, my friend, let our rogue shut his eye and his prey
-escapes him."</p>
-
-<p>"Verily," said Jules, "you are a mighty dialectician.
-I shouldn't wonder if you would some day eclipse, if
-you don't do it already, such prattlers as Socrates, Zeno,
-Montaigne, and other philosophers of that ilk. The
-only danger is lest your logic should some day land you
-in the moon."</p>
-
-<p>"You think you can make fun of me," said Archie.
-"Very well, but only let some pedant, with his pen behind
-his ear, undertake to refute my thesis seriously, and
-a hundred scribblers in battle array will take sides for
-and against, and floods of ink will flow. The world has
-been deluged with blood itself in defense of theories
-about as reasonable as mine. Why such a thing has
-often been enough to make a man famous."</p>
-
-<p>"Meanwhile," answered Jules, "your argument will
-serve as one of those after-pieces with which Sancho
-Panza used to put Don Quixote to sleep. As for me, I
-greatly prefer the story of our friend José."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">50</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"You are easily pleased, sir," said the latter, who
-had been taking a nap during the scientific discussion.</p>
-
-<p>"Let us listen," said Archie; "<i>Conticuêre omnes, intentique
-ora tenebant.</i>"</p>
-
-<p>"<i>Conticuêre</i> ... you irrepressible pedant," cried
-D'Haberville.</p>
-
-<p>"It's not one of the priest's stories," put in José
-briskly; "but it is as true as if he had told it from the
-pulpit; for my late father never lied."</p>
-
-<p>"We believe you, my dear José," said Lochiel.
-"But now please go on with your delightful narrative."</p>
-
-<p>"Well," said José, "it happened that my late father,
-brave as he was, was in such a devil of a funk that
-the sweat was hanging from the end of his nose like
-a head of oats. There he was, the dear man, with his
-eyes bigger than his head, never daring to budge. Presently
-he thought he heard behind him the 'tic tac,'
-'tic tac,' which he had already heard several times on
-the journey; but he had too much to occupy his attention
-in front of him to pay much heed to what might
-pass behind. Suddenly, when he was least expecting it,
-he felt two great bony hands, like the claws of a bear,
-grip him by the shoulders. He turned around horrified,
-and found himself face to face with La Corriveau, who
-was climbing on his back. She had thrust her hands
-through the bars of her cage and succeeded in clutching
-him; but the cage was heavy, and at every leap she fell
-back again to the ground with a hoarse cry, without
-losing her hold, however, on the shoulders of my late
-father, who bent under the burden. If he had not held
-tight to the fence with both hands, he would have been
-crushed under the weight. My poor late father was so
-overwhelmed with horror that one might have heard the
-sweat that rolled off his forehead dropping down on
-the fence like grains of duck-shot.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">51</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"'My dear Francis,' said La Corriveau, 'do me the
-pleasure of taking me to dance with my friends of Isle
-d'Orléans?'</p>
-
-<p>"'Oh, you devil's wench!' cried my late father.
-That was the only oath the good man ever used, and
-that only when very much tried."</p>
-
-<p>"The deuce!" exclaimed Jules, "it seems to me that
-the occasion was a very suitable one. For my own part,
-I should have been swearing like a heathen."</p>
-
-<p>"And I," said Archie, "like an Englishman."</p>
-
-<p>"Isn't that much the same thing," answered D'Haberville.</p>
-
-<p>"You are wrong, my dear Jules. I must acknowledge
-that the heathen acquit themselves very well; but
-the English? Oh, my! Le Roux who, soon as he got
-out of college, made a point of reading all the bad books
-he could get hold of, told us, if you remember, that that
-blackguard of a Voltaire, as my uncle the Jesuit used
-to call him, had declared in a book of his, treating of
-what happened in France in the reign of Charles VII,
-when that prince was hunting the islanders out of his
-kingdom&mdash;Le Roux told us that Voltaire had put it on
-record that 'every Englishman swears.' Well, my boy,
-those events took place about the year 1445&mdash;let us say,
-three hundred years ago. Judge, then, what dreadful
-oaths that ill-tempered nation must have invented in the
-course of three centuries!"</p>
-
-<p>"I surrender," said Jules. "But go on, my dear
-José."</p>
-
-<p>"'Devil's wench!' exclaimed my late father, 'is that
-your gratitude for my <i>de profundis</i> and all my other
-prayers? You'd drag <i>me</i> into the orgie, would you? I
-was thinking you must have been in for at least three or
-four thousand years of purgatory for your pranks; and
-you had only killed two husbands&mdash;which was a mere<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">52</a></span>
-nothing. So having always a tender heart for everything,
-I felt sorry for you, and said to myself we must
-give you a helping hand. And this is the way you thank
-me, that you want to straddle my shoulders and ride me
-to hell like a heretic!'</p>
-
-<p>"'My dear Francis,' said La Corriveau, 'take me
-over to dance with my dear friends;' and she knocked
-her head against that of my late father till her skull rattled
-like a dry bladder filled with pebbles.</p>
-
-<p>"'You may be sure,' said my late father, 'You hellish
-wench of Judas Iscariot, I'm not going to be your
-jackass to carry you over to dance with those pretty
-darlings!'</p>
-
-<p>"'My dear Francis,' answered the witch, 'I can not
-cross the St. Lawrence, which is a consecrated stream,
-except with the help of a Christian.'</p>
-
-<p>"'Get over as best you can, you devilish gallows
-bird,' said my late father. 'Get over as best you can;
-every one to his own business. Oh, yes, a likely thing
-that I'll carry you over to dance with your dear friends;
-but that will be a devil of a journey you have come, the
-Lord knows how, dragging that fine cage of yours, which
-must have torn up all the stones on the king's highway!
-A nice row there'll be when the inspector passes
-this way one of these days and finds the road in such a
-condition! And then, who but the poor <i>habitant</i> will
-have to suffer for your frolics, getting fined for not having
-kept the road properly!'</p>
-
-<p>"The drum-major suddenly stopped beating on his
-great sauce-pan. All the goblins halted and gave three
-yells, three frightful whoops, like the Indians give when
-they have danced that war-dance with which they always
-begin their bloody expeditions. The island was shaken
-to its foundation, the wolves, the bears, all the other
-wild beasts, and the demons of the northern mountains<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">53</a></span>
-took up the cry, and the echoes repeated it till it was
-lost in the forests of the far-off Saguenay.</p>
-
-<p>"My poor, late father thought that the end of the
-world had come, and the Day of Judgment.</p>
-
-<p>"The tall devil with the sauce-pan struck three
-blows; and a silence most profound succeeded the
-hellish hubbub. He stretched out his arm toward my
-late father, and cried with a voice of thunder: 'Will you
-make haste, you lazy dog? will you make haste, you cur
-of a Christian, and ferry our friend across? We have
-only fourteen thousand four hundred times more to
-prance around the island before cock-crow. Are you
-going to make her lose the best of the fun?'</p>
-
-<p>"'Go to the devil, where you all belong,' answered
-my late father, losing all patience.</p>
-
-<p>"'Come, my dear Francis,' said La Corriveau, 'be a
-little more obliging. You are acting like a child about
-a mere trifle. Moreover, see how the time is flying.
-Come, now, one little effort!'</p>
-
-<p>"'No, no, my wench of Satan,' said my late father.
-'Would to Heaven you still had on the fine collar which
-the hangman put around your neck two years ago. You
-wouldn't have so clear a wind-pipe.'</p>
-
-<p>"During this dialogue the goblins on the island resumed
-their chorus:</p>
-
-
-<div class="poetry"><div class="stanza">"'Here we go all round,<br />
-Hands all round,<br />
-Here we go all round.'"<br /></div></div>
-
-
-<p>"'My dear Francis,' said the witch, 'if your body
-and bones won't carry me over, I'm going to strangle
-you. I will straddle your soul and ride over to the festival.'
-With these words, she seized him by the throat
-and strangled him."</p>
-
-<p>"What," exclaimed the young men, "she strangled
-your poor, late father, now dead?"</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">54</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"When I said strangled, it was very little better
-than that," answered José, "for the dear man lost his
-consciousness."</p>
-
-<p>"When he came to himself he heard a little bird,
-which cried <i>Qué-tu</i>? (Who art thou?)</p>
-
-<p>"'Oh, ho!' said my late father, 'it's plain I'm not
-in hell, since I hear the dear Lord's birds!' He opened
-first one eye, then the other, and saw that it was broad
-daylight. The sun was shining right in his face; the
-little bird, perched on a neighboring branch, kept crying
-<i>qué-tu</i>?'</p>
-
-<p>"'My dear child,' said my late father, 'it is not very
-easy to answer your question, for I'm not very certain
-this morning just who I am. Only yesterday I believed
-myself to be a brave, honest, and God-fearing man; but
-I have had such an experience this night that I can
-hardly be sure that it is I, Francis Dubé, here present in
-body and soul. Then the dear man began to sing:</p>
-
-<div class="poetry"><div class="stanza">'Here we go all round,<br />
-Hands all round,<br />
-Here we go all round.'<br /></div></div>
-
-<p>"In fact, he was half bewitched. At last, however,
-he perceived that he was lying full length in a ditch
-where, happily, there was more mud than water; but for
-that my poor, late father, who now sleeps with the saints,
-surrounded by all his relations and friends, and fortified
-by all the holy sacraments, would have died without absolution,
-like a monkey in his old tree, begging your
-pardon for the comparison, young gentlemen. When
-he had got his face clear from the mud of the ditch, in
-which he was stuck fast as in a vise, the first thing he
-saw was his flask on the bank above him. At this he
-plucked up his courage and stretched out his hand to
-take a drink. But no such luck! The flask was empty!
-The witch had drained every drop."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">55</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"My dear José," said Lochiel, "I think I am about
-as brave as the next one. Nevertheless, if such an adventure
-had happened to me, never again would I have
-traveled alone at night."</p>
-
-<p>"Nor I either," said D'Haberville.</p>
-
-<p>"To tell you the truth, gentlemen," said José, "since
-you are so discriminating, I will confess that my late
-father, who before this adventure would not have turned
-a hair in the graveyard at midnight, was never afterward
-so bold; he dared not even go alone after sunset to do
-his chores in the stable."</p>
-
-<p>"And very sensible he was; but finish your story,"
-said Jules.</p>
-
-<p>"It is finished," said José. "My late father harnessed
-his horse, who appeared, poor brute, to have noticed
-nothing unusual, and made his way home fast as
-possible. It was not till a fortnight later that he told us
-his adventure."</p>
-
-<p>"What do you say to all that, my self-satisfied skeptic
-who would refuse to Canada the luxury of witches
-and wizards?" inquired D'Haberville.</p>
-
-<p>"I say," answered Archie, "that our Highland
-witches are mere infants compared with those of New
-France, and, what's more, if ever I get back to my Scottish
-hills, I'm going to imprison all our hobgoblins in
-bottles, as Le Sage did with his wooden-legged devil,
-Asmodeus."</p>
-
-<p>"Hum-m-m!" said José. "It would serve them just
-right, accursed blackguards; but where would you get
-bottles big enough? There'd be the difficulty."</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">56</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_IV">CHAPTER IV.<br />
-<span class="chapsmall">THE BREAKING UP OF THE ICE.</span></h2>
-</div>
-
-<blockquote>
-<p>On entendit du côté de la mer un bruit epouvantable, comme si des torrents
-d'eau, mêlés à des tonnerres, eussent roulé du haut des montagnes;
-tout le monde s'écria: voilà l'ouragan.</p>
-
-<p class="right">
-<span class="smcap">Bernardin de Saint-Pierre.</span><br />
-</p></blockquote>
-
-<p class="center">
-Though aged, he was so iron of limb<br />
-Few of your youths could cope with him.</p>
-
-<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Byron.</span></p>
-
-<p class="center">
-Que j'aille à son secours, s'écria-t-il, ou que je meure.<br />
-</p>
-<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Bernardin de Saint-Pierre.</span><br />
-</p>
-
-<p>
-Les vents et les vagues sont toujours du côté du plus habile nageur.</p>
-
-<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Gibbon.</span>
-</p>
-
-
-<p>The travelers merrily continued their journey. The
-day drew to a close, and they kept on for a time by starlight.
-At length the moon rose and shone far over the
-still bosom of the Saint Lawrence. At the sight of her,
-Jules broke out into rhapsodies, and cried:</p>
-
-<p>"I feel myself inspired, not by the waters of Hippocrene,
-which I have never tasted and which, I trust, I
-never shall taste, but by the kindly juice of Bacchus,
-dearer than all the fountains in the world, not even excepting
-the limpid wave of Parnassus. Hail to thee, fair
-moon! Hail to thee, thou silvern lamp, that lightest
-the steps of two men free as the children of our mighty
-forests, two men but now escaped from the shackles of
-college! How many times, O moon, as thy pale rays
-pierced to my lonely couch, how many times have I<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">57</a></span>
-longed to break my bonds and mingle with the joyous
-throngs at balls and routs, while a harsh and inexorable
-decree condemned me to a sleep which I abhorred!
-Ah, how many times, O moon, have I sighed to traverse,
-mounted upon thy crescent at the risk of breaking my
-neck, the regions thou wast illuminating in thy stately
-course, even though it should take me to another hemisphere!
-Ah, how many times&mdash;"</p>
-
-<p>"Ah, how many times in thy life hast thou talked
-nonsense!" exclaimed Archie. "But, since frenzy is infectious,
-listen now to a true poet, and abase thyself,
-proud spirit. O moon, thou of the threefold essence,
-thou whom the poets of old invoked as Artemis the
-Huntress, how sweet it must be to thee to forsake the
-dark realms of Pluto, and not less the forests wherein,
-with thy baying pack, thou raisest a din enough to deafen
-all the demons of Canada! How sweet it must be to
-thee, O moon, to journey now in tranquil dominance, in
-stupendous silence, the ethereal spaces of heaven! Repent
-of thy work, I beseech thee! Restore the light of
-reason to this poor afflicted one, my dearest friend, who&mdash;"</p>
-
-<p>"O Phoebe, patron of fools," interrupted Jules,
-"not for my friend have I any prayer to make thee.
-Thou art all guiltless of his infirmity, for the mischief
-was done&mdash;"</p>
-
-<p>"I say, gentlemen," exclaimed José, "when you are
-done your conversation with my lady moon&mdash;I don't
-know how you find so much to say to her&mdash;would it
-please you to notice what a noise they are making in
-St. Thomas yonder?"</p>
-
-<p>All listened intently. It was the church bell pealing
-wildly.</p>
-
-<p>"It is the Angelus," exclaimed Jules D'Haberville.</p>
-
-<p>"Oh, yes," exclaimed José, "the Angelus at eight
-o'clock in the evening."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">58</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Then it's a fire," said Archie.</p>
-
-<p>"But we don't see any flames," answered José.
-"Whatever it is let's make haste. There is something
-unusual going on yonder."</p>
-
-<p>Driving as fast as they could, half an hour later
-they entered the village of St. Thomas. All was silence.
-The village appeared deserted. Only the dogs, shut up
-in some of the houses, were barking madly. But for the
-noise of the curs they might have thought themselves
-transported into that city which we read of in the Arabian
-Nights whose inhabitants had all been turned into
-marble.</p>
-
-<p>Our travelers were on the point of entering the
-church, the bell of which was still ringing, when they
-noticed a light and heard shouts from the bank by the
-rapids near the manor house. Thither they made their
-way at full speed.</p>
-
-<p>It would take the pen of a Cooper or a Chateaubriand
-to paint the scene that met their eyes on the
-bank of South River.</p>
-
-<p>Captain Marcheterre, an old sailor of powerful frame,
-was returning to the village toward dusk at a brisk pace,
-when he heard out on the river a noise like some heavy
-body falling into the water, and immediately afterward
-the groans and cries of some one appealing for help. It
-was a rash <i>habitant</i> named Dumais, who, thinking the ice
-yet sufficiently firm, had ventured upon it with his team,
-about a dozen rods southwest of the town. The ice
-had split up so suddenly that his team vanished in the
-current. The unhappy Dumais, a man of great activity,
-had just succeeded in springing from the sled to a
-stronger piece of ice, but the violence of the effort had
-proved disastrous; catching his foot in a crevice, he
-had snapped his leg at the ankle like a bit of glass.</p>
-
-<p>Marcheterre, who knew the dangerous condition of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">59</a></span>
-the ice, which was split in many places, shouted to him
-not to stir, and that he was going to bring him help.
-He ran at once to the sexton, telling him to ring the
-alarm while he was routing out the nearest neighbors.
-In a moment, all was bustle and confusion. Men ran
-hither and thither without accomplishing anything.
-Women and children began to cry. Dogs began to
-howl, sounding every note of the canine gamut; so that
-the captain, whose experience pointed him out as the
-one to direct the rescue, had great difficulty in making
-himself heard.</p>
-
-<p>However, under the directions of Marcheterre, some
-ran for ropes and boards while others stripped the fences
-and wood-piles of their cedar and birch bark to make
-torches. The scene grew more and more animated, and
-by the light of fifty torches shedding abroad their fitful
-glare the crowd spread along the river bank to the spot
-pointed out by the old sailor.</p>
-
-<p>Dumais waited patiently enough for the coming of
-help. As soon as he could make himself heard he implored
-them to hurry, for he was beginning to hear under
-the ice low grumbling sounds which seemed to come
-from far off toward the river's mouth.</p>
-
-<p>"There's not a moment to lose, my friends," exclaimed
-the old captain, "for that is a sign the ice is going
-to break up."</p>
-
-<p>Men less experienced than he wished immediately to
-thrust out upon the ice their planks and boards without
-waiting to tie them together; but this he forbade, for the
-ice was already full of cracks, and moreover the ice cake
-which supported Dumais was isolated, having on the one
-side the shattered surface where the horse had been engulfed,
-and on the other a large air-hole which cut off
-all approach. Marcheterre, who knew that the breaking
-up was not only inevitable, but to be expected at any<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">60</a></span>
-moment, was unwilling to risk the life of so many people
-without taking every precaution that his experience could
-dictate.</p>
-
-<p>Some thereupon with hatchets began to notch the
-planks and boards; some tied them together end to end;
-some, with the captain at their head, dragged them out
-on the ice, while others were pushing from the bank.
-This improvised bridge was not more than fifty feet from
-the bank when the old sailor cried: "Now, boys, let
-some strong active fellows follow me at a distance of ten
-feet from one another, and let the rest keep pushing as
-before!"</p>
-
-<p>Marcheterre was closely followed by his son, a young
-man in the prime of life, who, knowing his father's boldness,
-kept within reach in order to help him in case of
-need, for lugubrious mutterings, the ominous forerunners
-of a mighty cataclysm, were making themselves
-heard beneath the ice. But every one was at his post
-and every one doing his utmost; those who broke
-through, dragged themselves out by means of the floating
-bridge, and, once more on the solid ice, resumed their
-efforts with renewed zeal. Two or three minutes more
-and Dumais would be saved.</p>
-
-<p>The two Marcheterres, the father ahead, were within
-about a hundred feet of the wretched victim of his own
-imprudence, when a subterranean thunder, such as precedes
-a strong shock of earthquake, seemed to run the
-whole length of South River. This subterranean sound
-was at once followed by an explosion like the discharge
-of a great piece of artillery. Then rose a terrible cry.
-"The ice is going! the ice is going! save yourselves!"
-screamed the crowd on shore.</p>
-
-<p>Indeed the ice cakes were shivering on all sides under
-the pressure of the flood, which was already invading the
-banks. Then followed dreadful confusion. The ice<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">61</a></span>
-cakes turned completely over, climbed upon each other
-with a frightful grinding noise, piled themselves to a
-great height, then sank suddenly and disappeared beneath
-the waves. The planks and boards were tossed
-about like cockle-shells in an ocean gale. The ropes
-and chains threatened every moment to give away.</p>
-
-<p>The spectators, horror-stricken at the sight of their
-kinsfolk exposed to almost certain destruction, kept crying:
-"Save yourselves! save yourselves!" It would
-have been indeed tempting Providence to continue any
-longer the rash and unequal struggle with the flood.</p>
-
-<p>Marcheterre, however, who seemed rather inspired
-than daunted by the appalling spectacle, ceased not to
-shout: "Forward boys! forward, for God's sake!"</p>
-
-<p>This old sea-lion, ever cool and unmoved when on
-the deck of his reeling ship and directing a man&oelig;uvre on
-whose success the lives of all depended, was just as calm
-in the face of a peril which froze the boldest hearts.
-Turning round, he perceived that, with the exception of
-his son and Joncas, one of his sailors, the rest had all
-sought safety in a headlong flight. "Oh, you cowards,
-you cowards!" he cried.</p>
-
-<p>He was interrupted by his son, who, seeing him rushing
-to certain death, seized him and threw him down on
-a plank, where he held him some moments in spite of
-the old man's mighty struggles. Then followed a terrible
-conflict between father and son. It was filial love
-against that sublime self-abnegation, the love of humanity.</p>
-
-<p>The old man, by a tremendous effort, succeeded in
-throwing himself off the plank, and he and his son rolled
-on to the ice, where the struggle was continued fiercely.
-At this crisis, Joncas, leaping from plank to plank, from
-board to board, came to the young man's assistance.</p>
-
-<p>The spectators, who from the shore lost nothing of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">62</a></span>
-the heart-rending scene, in spite of the water already
-pursuing them, made haste to draw in the ropes, and
-the united efforts of a hundred brawny arms were successful
-in rescuing the three heroes. Scarcely, indeed,
-had they reached a place of safety, when the great sheet
-of ice, which had hitherto remained stationary in spite of
-the furious attacks of the enemy assailing it on all sides,
-groaning, and with a slow majesty of movement, began
-its descent toward the falls.</p>
-
-<p>All eyes were straightway fixed upon Dumais. He
-was a brave man. Many a time had he proved his courage
-upon the enemies of his country. He had even faced
-the most hideous of deaths, when, bound to a post, he
-was on the point of being burned alive by the Iroquois,
-which he would have been but for the timely aid of his
-friends the Melicites. Now he was sitting on his precarious
-refuge calm and unmoved as a statue of death.
-He made some signs toward the shore, which the spectators
-understood as a last farewell to his friends. Then,
-folding his arms, or occasionally lifting them toward
-heaven, he appeared to forget all earthly ties and to
-prepare himself for passing the dread limits which divide
-man from the eternal.</p>
-
-<p>Once safely ashore, the captain displayed no more
-of his anger. Regaining his customary coolness he gave
-his orders calmly and precisely.</p>
-
-<p>"Let us take our floating bridge," said he, "and follow
-yonder sheet of ice down river."</p>
-
-<p>"What is the use?" cried some who appeared to
-have had experience. "The poor fellow is beyond the
-reach of help."</p>
-
-<p>"There's one chance yet, one little chance of saving
-him," said the old sailor, giving ear to certain sounds
-which he heard far off to the southward, "and we must
-be ready for it. The ice is on the point of breaking up<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">63</a></span>
-in the St. Nicholas, which, as you know, is very rapid.
-The violence of the flood at that point is likely to crowd
-the ice of South River over against our shore; and what's
-more, we shall have no reason to reproach ourselves."</p>
-
-<p>It fell out as Captain Marcheterre predicted. In a
-moment or two there was a mighty report like a peal of
-thunder; and the St. Nicholas, bursting madly from its
-fetters, hurled itself upon the flank of the vast procession
-of ice floes which, having hitherto encountered no
-obstacle, were pursuing their triumphant way to the St.
-Lawrence. It seemed for a moment that the fierce and
-swift attack, the sudden thrust, was going to pile the
-greater part of the ice cakes upon the other shore as the
-captain hoped. The change it wrought was but momentary,
-for the channel getting choked there was an abrupt
-halt, and the ice cakes, piling one upon another, took the
-shape of a lofty rampart. Checked by this obstacle, the
-waves spread far beyond both shores and flooded the
-greater part of the village. This sudden deluge, driving
-the spectators from the banks, destroyed the last hope
-of poor Dumais.</p>
-
-<p>The struggle was long and obstinate between the
-angry element and the obstacle which barred its course;
-but at length the great lake, ceaselessly fed by the main
-river and the tributaries, rose to the top of the dam,
-whose foundations it was at the same time eating away
-from beneath. The barrier, unable to resist the stupendous
-weight, burst with a roar that shook both banks.
-As South River widens suddenly below its junction with
-the St. Nicholas, the unchained mass darted down
-stream like an arrow, and its course was unimpeded to
-the cataract.</p>
-
-<p>Dumais had resigned himself to his fate. Calm amid
-the tumult, his hands crossed upon his breast, his eyes
-lifted heavenward, he seemed absorbed in contemplation.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">64</a></span></p>
-
-<p>The spectators crowded toward the cataract to see
-the end of the tragedy. Numbers, roused by the alarm
-bell, had gathered on the other shore and had supplied
-themselves with torches by stripping off the bark from
-the cedar rails. The dreadful scene was lighted as if
-for a festival.</p>
-
-<p>One could see in the distance the long, imposing
-structure of the manor house, to the southwest of the
-river. It was built on the top of a knoll overlooking the
-basin and ran parallel to the falls. About a hundred
-feet from the manor house rose the roof of a saw mill,
-the sluice of which was connected with the fall itself.
-Two hundred feet from the mill, upon the crest of the fall,
-were sharply outlined the remnants of a little island upon
-which, for ages, the spring floods had spent their fury.
-Shorn of its former size&mdash;for it had once been a peninsula&mdash;the
-islet was not now more than twelve feet square.</p>
-
-<p>Of all the trees that had once adorned the spot there
-remained but a single cedar. This veteran, which for so
-many years had braved the fury of the equinoxes and
-the ice floods of South River, had half given way before
-the relentless assaults. Its crown hung sadly over the
-abyss in which it threatened soon to disappear. Several
-hundred feet from this islet stood a grist mill, to the
-northwest of the fall.</p>
-
-<p>Owing to a curve in the shore, the tremendous mass
-of ice which, drawn by the fall, was darting down the
-river with frightful speed, crowded all into the channel
-between the islet and the flour mill, the sluice of which
-was demolished in a moment. Then the ice cakes, piling
-themselves against the timbers to the height of the
-roof, ended by crushing the mill itself as if it had been
-a house of cards. The ice having taken this direction,
-the channel between the saw mill and the island was
-comparatively free.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">65</a></span></p>
-
-<p>The crowd kept running along the bank and watching
-with horrified interest the man whom nothing short
-of a miracle could save from a hideous death. Indeed,
-up to within about thirty feet of the island, Dumais was
-being carried farther and farther from his only hope of
-rescue, when an enormous ice cake, dashing down with
-furious speed, struck one corner of the piece on which
-he was sitting, and diverted it violently from its course.
-It wheeled upon the little island and came in contact
-with the ancient cedar, the only barrier between Dumais
-and the abyss. The tree groaned under the shock; its
-top broke off and vanished in the foam. Relieved of
-this weight, the old tree recovered itself suddenly, and
-made ready for one more struggle against the enemies it
-had so often conquered.</p>
-
-<p>Dumais, thrown forward by the unexpected shock,
-clasped the trunk of the cedar convulsively with both
-arms. Supporting himself on one leg, he clung there
-desperately while the ice swayed and cracked and threatened
-every instant to drag him from his frail support.</p>
-
-<p>Nothing was lacking to the lurid and dreadful scene.
-The hurrying torches on the shores threw a grim light
-on the ghastly features and staring eyes of the poor
-wretch thus hanging by a hair above the gulf of death.
-Unquestionably Dumais was brave, but in this position
-of unspeakable horror he lost his self-control.</p>
-
-<p>Marcheterre and his friends, however, still cherished
-a hope of saving him.</p>
-
-<p>Descrying on the shore near the saw mill two great
-pieces of squared timber, they dragged these to a rock
-which projected into the river about two hundred feet
-above the fall; to each of these timbers they attached a
-cable and launched them forth, in hopes that the current
-would carry them upon the island. Vain attempt!
-They could not thrust them far enough out into the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">66</a></span>
-stream, and the timbers, anchored, as it were, by the
-weight of the chains, kept swaying mid way between
-shore and island.</p>
-
-<p>It seemed impossible to add to the awful sublimity
-of the picture, but on the shore was being enacted a
-most impressive scene. It was religion preparing the
-Christian to appear before the dread tribunal; it was
-religion supporting him to endure the final agony.</p>
-
-<p>The parish priest, who had been at a sick bed, was
-now upon the scene. He was a tall old man of ninety.
-The burden of years had not availed to bend this modern
-Nestor, who had baptized and married all his parishioners,
-and had buried three generations of them.
-His long hair, white as snow and tossed by the night
-wind, made him look like a prophet of old. He stood
-erect on the shore, his hands stretched out to the miserable
-Dumais. He loved him; he had christened him; he
-had prepared him for that significant rite of the Catholic
-Church which seems suddenly to touch a child's nature
-with something of the angelic. He loved him also
-as the husband of an orphan girl whom the old priest
-had brought up. He loved him for the sake of his two
-little ones, who were the joy of his old age. Standing
-there on the shore, like the Angel of Pity, he not only
-administered the consolations of his sacred office, but
-spoke to him tender words of love. He promised him
-that the seigneur would never let his family come to
-want. Finally, seeing the tree yield more and more before
-every shock, he cried in a loud voice, broken with
-sobs: "My son, make me the 'Act of Contrition' and I
-will give you absolution." A moment later, in a voice
-that rang clear above the roaring of the flood and of the
-cataract, the old priest pronounced these words: "My
-son, in the name of God the Father, in the name of
-Jesus Christ, his Son, by whose authority I speak, in the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">67</a></span>
-name of the Holy Ghost, your sins are forgiven you.
-Amen." And all the people sobbed, "Amen."</p>
-
-<p>Then Nature reasserted herself, and the old man's
-voice was choked with tears. Again he regained his
-self-control, and cried: "Kneel, brethren, while I say
-the prayers for the dying."</p>
-
-<p>Once more the old priest's voice soared above the
-tumult, as he cried:</p>
-
-<p>"Blessed soul, we dismiss you from the body in the
-name of God the Father Almighty who created you, in
-the name of Jesus Christ who suffered for you, in the
-name of the Holy Ghost in whom you were regenerate
-and born again, in the name of the angels and the archangels,
-in the name of the thrones and the dominions,
-in the name of the cherubim and seraphim, in the
-name of the patriarchs and prophets, in the name of
-the blessed monks and nuns and all the saints of God.
-The peace of God be with you this day, and your dwelling
-forever in Sion; through Jesus Christ our Lord.
-Amen." And all the people wailed "Amen."</p>
-
-<p>A death-like silence fell upon the scene, when suddenly
-shrieks were heard in the rear of the crowd, and a
-woman in disordered garments, her hair streaming out
-behind her, carrying a child in her arms and dragging
-another at her side, pushed her way wildly to the river's
-edge. It was the wife of Dumais.</p>
-
-<p>Dwelling about a mile and a half from the village,
-she had heard the alarm bell; but being alone with her
-children, whom she could not leave, she had resigned
-herself as best she could till her husband should return
-and tell her the cause of the excitement.</p>
-
-<p>The woman, when she saw her husband thus hanging
-on the lip of the fall, uttered but one cry, a cry so terrible
-that it pierced every heart, and sank in a merciful
-unconsciousness. She was carried to the manor house,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">68</a></span>
-where every care was lavished upon her by Madame de
-Beaumont and her family.</p>
-
-<p>As for Dumais, at the sight of his wife and children,
-a hoarse scream, inarticulate and like the voice of a
-wounded beast, forced its way from his lips and made
-all that heard it shudder. Then he appeared to fall
-into a kind of stupor.</p>
-
-<p>At the very moment when the old priest was administering
-the absolution our travelers arrived upon the
-scene. Jules thrust through the crowd and took his
-place between the priest and his uncle de Beaumont.
-Archie, on the other hand, pushed forward to the water's
-edge, folded his arms, took a rapid survey of the situation,
-and calculated the chances of rescue.</p>
-
-<p>After a moment's thought, he bounded rather than
-ran toward the group surrounding Marcheterre. He
-began to strip off his clothes and to give directions at
-the same time. His words were few and to the point:
-"Captain, I am like a fish in the water; there is no danger
-for me, but for the poor fellow yonder, in case I should
-strike that block of ice too hard and dash it from its
-place. Stop me about a dozen feet above the island,
-that I may calculate the distance better and break the
-shock. Your own judgment will tell you what else to
-do. Now, for a strong rope, but as light as possible,
-and a good sailor's knot."</p>
-
-<p>While the old captain was fastening the rope under
-his arms, he attached another rope to his body, taking
-the coil in his right hand. Thus equipped, he sprang
-into the river, where he disappeared for an instant, but
-when he came to the surface the current bore him rapidly
-toward the shore. He made the mightiest efforts to
-gain the island, but without succeeding, seeing which
-Marcheterre made all haste to draw him back to land
-before his strength was exhausted. The moment he<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">69</a></span>
-was on shore, he made his way to the jutting rock.
-The spectators scarcely breathed when they saw Archie
-plunge into the flood. Every one knew of his giant
-strength, his exploits as a swimmer during his vacation
-visits to the manor house of Beaumont. The anxiety
-of the crowd, therefore, had been intense during the
-young man's superhuman efforts, and, on seeing his failure,
-a cry of disappointment went up from every breast.</p>
-
-<p>Jules D'Haberville was all unaware of his friend's
-heroic undertaking. Of an emotional and sympathetic
-nature, he could not endure the heart-rending sight that
-met his view. After one glance of measureless pity, he
-had fixed his eyes on the ground and refused to raise
-them. This human being suspended on the verge of
-the bellowing gulf, this venerable priest administering
-from afar under the open heaven the sacrament of
-penance, the anguished prayers, the sublime invocation,
-all seemed to him a dreadful dream.</p>
-
-<p>Absorbed in these conflicting emotions, Jules D'Haberville
-had no idea of Archie's efforts to save Dumais.
-He had heard the lamentations which greeted the first
-fruitless effort, and had attributed them to some little
-variation in the spectacle from which he withheld his
-gaze.</p>
-
-<p>The bond between these two friends was no ordinary
-tie; it was the love between a David and a Jonathan,
-"passing the love of woman."</p>
-
-<p>Jules, indeed, spared Archie none of his ridicule, but
-the privilege of tormenting was one which he would permit
-no other to share. Unlucky would he be who should
-affront Lochiel in the presence of the impetuous young
-Frenchman!</p>
-
-<p>Whence arose this passionate affection? The young
-men had apparently little in common. Lochiel was
-somewhat cold in demeanor, while Jules was exuberantly<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">70</a></span>
-demonstrative. They resembled one another, however,
-in one point of profoundest importance; they were
-both high-hearted and generous to the last degree.</p>
-
-<p>José, who had been watching Lochiel's every movement,
-and who well knew the extravagance of Jules's devotion,
-had slipped behind his young master, and stood
-ready to restrain, by force, if necessary, this fiery and
-indomitable spirit.</p>
-
-<p>The anxiety of the spectators became almost unendurable
-over Archie's second attempt to save Dumais,
-whom they regarded as utterly beyond hope. The convulsive
-trembling of the unhappy man showed that his
-strength was rapidly ebbing. Nothing but the old priest's
-prayers broke the deathly silence.</p>
-
-<p>As for Lochiel, his failure had but strengthened
-him in his heroic purpose. He saw clearly that the
-effort was likely to cost him his life. The rope, his only
-safety, might well break when charged with a double
-burden and doubly exposed to the torrent's force. Too
-skillful a swimmer was he not to realize the peril of endeavoring
-to rescue one who could in no way help himself.</p>
-
-<p>Preserving his coolness, however, he merely said to
-Marcheterre:</p>
-
-<p>"We must change our tactics. It is this coil of rope
-in my right hand which has hampered me from first to
-last."</p>
-
-<p>Thereupon he enlarged the loop, which he passed
-over his right shoulder and under his left armpit, in order
-to leave both arms free. This done, he made a
-bound like that of a tiger, and, disappearing beneath the
-waves, which bore him downward at lightning speed, he
-did not come to the surface until within about a dozen feet
-of the island, where, according to agreement, Marcheterre
-checked his course. This movement appeared likely to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">71</a></span>
-prove fatal, for, losing his balance, he was so turned over
-that his head remained under the waves while the rest
-of his body was held horizontally on the surface of the
-current. Happily his coolness did not desert him in this
-crisis, so great was his confidence in the old sailor. The
-latter promptly let out two more coils of rope with a
-jerky movement, and Lochiel, employing one of those
-devices which are known to skillful swimmers, drew his
-heels suddenly up to his hips, thrust them out perpendicularly
-with all his strength, beat the water violently
-on one side with his hands, and so regained his balance.
-Then, thrusting forward his right shoulder to protect
-his breast from a shock which might be as fatal to himself
-as to Dumais, he was swept upon the island in a
-flash.</p>
-
-<p>Dumais, in spite of his apparent stupor, had lost
-nothing of what was passing. A ray of hope had struggled
-through his despair at sight of Lochiel's tremendous
-leap from the summit of the rock. Scarcely had the
-latter, indeed, reached the edge of the ice, where he
-clung with one hand while loosening with the other the
-coil of rope, than Dumais, dropping his hold on the cedar,
-took such a leap upon his one uninjured leg that
-he fell into Archie's very arms.</p>
-
-<p>The torrent at once rose upon the ice, which, borne
-down by the double weight, reared like an angry horse.
-The towering mass, pushed irresistibly by the torrent,
-fell upon the cedar, and the old tree, after a vain resistance,
-sank into the abyss, dragging with it in its fall a
-large portion of the domain over which it had held sway
-for centuries.</p>
-
-<p>Mighty was the shout that went up from both banks
-of South River&mdash;a shout of triumph from the more distant
-spectators, a heart-rending cry of anguish from
-those nearer the stage whereon this drama of life and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">72</a></span>
-death was playing itself out. Indeed, all had disappeared,
-as if the wand of a mighty enchanter had been waved
-over scene and actors. From bank to bank, in all its
-breadth, the cataract displayed nothing but a line of
-gigantic waves falling with a sound of thunder, and a
-curtain of pale foam waving to the summit of its crest.</p>
-
-<p>Jules D'Haberville had not recognized his friend till
-the moment when, for the second time, he plunged into
-the waves. Having often witnessed his exploits as a
-swimmer, and knowing his tremendous strength, Jules
-had manifested at first merely a bewildered astonishment;
-but when he saw his friend disappear beneath the
-torrent, he uttered such a mad cry as comes from the
-heart of a mother at sight of the mangled body of an
-only son. Wild with grief, he was on the point of springing
-into the river, when he felt himself imprisoned by
-the iron arms of José.</p>
-
-<p>Prayers, threats, cries of rage and despair, blows and
-bites&mdash;all were utterly wasted on the faithful José.</p>
-
-<p>"There, there, my dear Master Jules," said José,
-"strike me, bite me, if that's any comfort to you, but,
-for God's sake, be calm. You'll see your friend again
-all right enough; you know he dives like a porpoise,
-and one never knows when he is going to come up again
-when once he goes under water. Be calm, my dear little
-Master Jules, you wouldn't want to be the death of
-poor José, who loves you so, and who has so often carried
-you in his arms. Your father sent me to bring you
-from Quebec. I am answerable for you, body and soul,
-and it won't be my fault if I don't hand you over to
-him safe and sound. Otherwise, you see, Master Jules,
-why just a little bullet through old José's head! But,
-hold on, there's the captain hauling in on the rope with
-all his might, and you may be sure Master Archie is on
-the other end of it and lively as ever."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">73</a></span></p>
-
-<p>It was as José said; Marcheterre and his companions,
-in furious haste, were running down the shore and
-by mighty armfuls dragging in the rope, at the end of
-which they felt a double burden.</p>
-
-<p>In another moment the weight was dragged ashore.
-It was all that they could do to set Lochiel free from
-the convulsive clasp of Dumais, who gave no other sign
-of life. Archie, on the other hand, when delivered from
-the embrace which was strangling him, vomited a few
-mouthfuls of water, breathed hoarsely, and exclaimed:</p>
-
-<p>"He is not dead; it is nothing more than a swoon;
-he was lively enough a minute ago."</p>
-
-<p>Dumais was carried in all haste to the manor house,
-where everything that the most loving care could suggest
-was done for him. At the end of a half-hour some drops
-of wholesome moisture gathered upon his brow, and a
-little later he reopened haggard eyes. After staring
-wildly around the room for a time, he at length fixed his
-regard upon the old priest. The latter placed his ear to
-Dumais's lips, and the first words he gathered were:
-"My wife! My children! Mr. Archie!"</p>
-
-<p>"Be at ease, my dear Dumais," said the old man.
-"Your wife has recovered from her swoon; but, as she
-believes you to be dead, I must be careful how I tell her
-of your deliverance, lest I kill her with joy. As soon as
-prudent I will bring her to you. Meanwhile, here is Mr.
-de Lochiel, to whom, through God, you owe your life."</p>
-
-<p>At the sight of his deliverer, whom he had not yet
-recognized among the attendants who crowded about
-him, a change came over the sick man. He embraced
-Archie, he pressed his lips to his cheek, and a flood of
-tears broke from his eyes.</p>
-
-<p>"How can I ever repay you," said he, "for all you
-have done for me, for my poor wife, and for my children?"</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">74</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"By getting well again as soon as possible," answered
-Lochiel gayly. "The seigneur has sent a messenger
-post-haste to Quebec to fetch the most skillful surgeon,
-and another to place relays of horses along the whole
-route, so that by midday to-morrow, at the latest, your
-leg will be so well set that within two months you will
-be able again to carry the musket against your old enemies
-the Iroquois."</p>
-
-<p>When the old priest entered the room whither they
-had taken his adopted daughter, the latter was sitting up
-in bed, holding her youngest child in her arms while the
-other slept at her feet. Pale as death, cold, and unresponsive
-to all that was said by Madame de Beaumont
-and the other women, she kept repeating incessantly:
-"My husband! my poor husband! I shall not even be
-allowed to kiss the dead body of my husband, the father
-of my children!"</p>
-
-<p>When she saw the old priest she stretched out her
-arms to him and cried: "Is it you, my father, you who
-have been so kind to me since childhood? Is it you
-who can have the heart to come and tell me all is over?
-No, I know your love too well; you can not bring
-such a message. Speak, I implore you, you whose lips
-can utter nothing but good!"</p>
-
-<p>"Your husband," said the old man, "will receive
-Christian burial."</p>
-
-<p>"He is dead, then," cried the unhappy woman; and
-for the first time she burst into tears.</p>
-
-<p>This was the reaction which the old priest looked
-for.</p>
-
-<p>"My daughter," said he, "but a moment ago you
-were praying as a peculiar favor that you might be permitted
-once more to embrace the body of your husband,
-and God has heard your petition. Trust in him, for the
-mighty hand which has plucked your husband out of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">75</a></span>
-abyss is able also to give him back to life." The young
-woman answered with a fresh storm of sobs.</p>
-
-<p>"He is the same all-merciful God," went on the old
-priest, "who said to Lazarus in the tomb, 'Friend, I say
-unto you arise!' All hope is not yet lost, for your husband
-in his present state of suffering&mdash;"</p>
-
-<p>The poor woman, who had hitherto listened to her
-old friend without understanding him, seemed suddenly
-to awaken as from a horrible nightmare, and clasping
-her sleeping children in her arms she sprang to the
-door.</p>
-
-<p>On the meeting between Dumais and his family we
-will not intrude.</p>
-
-<p>"Now, let us go to supper," said the seigneur to his
-venerable friend. "We all need it, but more especially
-this heroic young man," added he, bringing Archie forward.</p>
-
-<p>"Gently, gently, my dear sir," said the old priest.
-"We have first a more pressing duty to fulfill. We have
-to thank God, who has so manifested his favor this
-night."</p>
-
-<p>All present fell on their knees; and the old priest in
-a short but touching prayer rendered thanks to Him
-who commands the sea in its fury, who holds His creatures
-in the hollow of His hand.</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">76</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_V">CHAPTER V.<br />
-<span class="chapsmall">A SUPPER AT THE HOUSE OF A FRENCH-CANADIAN SEIGNEUR.</span></h2>
-</div>
-
-<div class="poetry"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">Half-cut-down, a pasty costly made,<br />
-Where quail and pigeon, lark and leveret, lay<br />
-Like fossils of the rock, with golden yolks<br />
-Imbedded and injellied.<br /></div></div></div>
-
-<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Tennyson.</span></p>
-
-
-
-<p>The table was spread in a low but spacious room,
-whose furniture, though not luxurious, lacked nothing
-of what an Englishman calls comfort.</p>
-
-<p>A thick woolen carpet, of Canadian manufacture and
-of a diamond pattern, covered the greater part of the
-dining-room floor. The bright woolen curtains, the
-backs of the mahogany sofa, ottomans, and chairs were
-embroidered with gigantic birds, such as it would have
-puzzled the most brilliant ornithologist to classify.</p>
-
-<p>A great sideboard, reaching almost to the ceiling,
-displayed on its many shelves a service of blue Marseilles
-china, of a thickness to defy the awkwardness of
-the servants. Over the lower part of this sideboard,
-which served the purpose of a cupboard and which
-might be called the ground floor of the structure, projected
-a shelf a foot and a half wide, on which stood a
-sort of tall narrow cabinet, whose drawers, lined with
-green cloth, held the silver spoons and forks. On this
-shelf also were some bottles of old wine, together with a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">77</a></span>
-great silver jar of water, for the use of those who cared
-to dilute their beverage.</p>
-
-<p>A pile of plates of the finest porcelain, two decanters
-of white wine, a couple of tarts, a dish of whipped
-cream, some delicate biscuits, a bowl of sweetmeats, on
-a little table near the sideboard covered with a white
-cloth, constituted the dessert. In one corner of the
-room stood a sort of barrel-shaped fountain of blue and
-white stone china, with faucet and basin, where the
-family might rinse their hands.</p>
-
-<p>In an opposite corner a great closet, containing
-square bottles filled with brandy, absinthe, <i>liqueurs</i> of
-peach kernel, raspberry, black currant, anise, etc., for
-daily use, completed the furnishing of the room.</p>
-
-<p>The table was set for eight persons. A silver fork
-and spoon, wrapped in a napkin, were placed at the left
-of each plate, and a bottle of light wine at the right.
-There was not a knife on the table during the serving of
-the courses; each was already supplied with this useful
-instrument, which only the Orientals know how to do
-without. If the knife one affected was a clasp knife, it
-was carried in the pocket; if a sheath-knife, it was worn
-suspended from the neck in a case of morocco, of silk,
-or even of birch-bark artistically wrought by the Indians.
-The handles were usually of ivory riveted with
-silver; those for the use of ladies were of mother-of-pearl.</p>
-
-<p>To the right of each plate was a silver cup or goblet.
-These cups were of different forms and sizes, some being
-of simple pattern with or without hoops, some with
-handles, some in the form of a chalice, some worked in
-relief, and very many lined with gold.</p>
-
-<p>A servant, placing on a side-table the customary appetizers,
-namely, brandy for the men and sweet cordials
-for the women, came to announce that the supper was<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">78</a></span>
-served. Eight persons sat down at the table&mdash;the Seigneur
-de Beaumont and his wife; their sister, Madame
-Descarrières; the old priest; Captain Marcheterre and
-his son Henri; and lastly Archie and Jules. The lady
-of the house gave the place of honor at her right to the
-priest, and the next place, at her left, to the old captain.
-The <i>menu</i> opened with an excellent soup (soup was then
-<i>de rigueur</i> for dinner and supper alike), followed by a
-cold pasty, called the Easter pasty, which, on account of
-its immense proportions, was served on a great tray covered
-with a napkin. This pasty, which would have
-aroused the envy of Brillat-Savarin, consisted of one
-turkey, two chickens, two partridges, two pigeons, the
-backs and thighs of two rabbits, all larded with slices of
-fat pork. The balls of force-meat on which rested, as on
-a thick, soft bed, these gastronomic riches, were made of
-two hams of that animal which the Jew despises, but
-which the Christian treats with more regard. Large
-onions scattered here and there and a liberal seasoning
-of the finest spices completed the appetizing marvel.
-But a very important point was the cooking, which was
-beset with difficulty; for should the gigantic structure
-be allowed to break, it would lose at least fifty per cent
-of its flavor. To guard against so lamentable a catastrophe,
-the lower crust, coming at least three inches up the
-sides, was not less than an inch thick. This crust itself,
-saturated with the juices of all the good things inside,
-was one of the best parts of this unique dish.</p>
-
-<p>Chickens and partridges roasted in slices of pork,
-pigs feet <i>à la Sainte-Ménéhould</i>, a hare stew, very different
-from that with which the Spanish landlord regaled
-the unhappy Gil Blas&mdash;these were among the other
-dishes which the seigneur set before his friends.</p>
-
-<p>For a time there was silence with great appetites; but
-when dessert was reached, the old sailor, who had been<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">79</a></span>
-eating like a hungry wolf and drinking proportionately,
-and all the time managing to keep his eyes on Archie,
-was the first to break the silence.</p>
-
-<p>"It would seem, young man," said he facetiously,
-"that you are not much afraid of a cold in your head.
-It would seem, also, that you don't really need to breathe
-the air of heaven, and that, like your cousins the beaver
-and otter, you only put your nose out of water every
-half-hour, for form sake, and to see what's going on in
-the upper world. You are a good deal like a salmon&mdash;when
-one gives him line he knows how to profit by it.
-It's my opinion, however, that gudgeons like you are
-not found in every brook."</p>
-
-<p>"It was only your presence of mind, captain," said
-Archie, "your admirable judgment in letting out the exact
-quantity of rope, that prevented me smashing my
-head or my stomach on the ice; and but for you, poor
-Dumais, instead of being warm in bed would now be
-rolling under the St. Lawrence ice."</p>
-
-<p>"A nice joke," cried Marcheterre; "to hear him
-talk as if I had done the thing! It was very necessary
-to give you line when I saw that you threatened to
-stand on your head, which would have been a very uncomfortable
-position in those waves. I wish to the d&mdash;Beg
-pardon, your reverence, I was just going to swear; it
-is a habit with us sailors."</p>
-
-<p>"Nonsense," laughed the old priest, "you have been
-accustomed to it so long, you old sinner, that one more
-or less hardly matters; your record is full, and you no
-longer keep count of them."</p>
-
-<p>"When the tally-board is quite full, reverend father,"
-said Marcheterre, "you shall just pass the plane over it,
-as you have done so often before, and we'll run up another
-score. Moreover, I am sure not to escape you,
-for you know so well when and where to hook me and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">80</a></span>
-drag me into a blessed harbor with the rest of the sinners."</p>
-
-<p>"You are too severe, sir," said Jules. "How could
-you wish to deprive our dear captain of the comfort of
-swearing a little, if only against his darky cook, who
-burns his fricassees as black as his own phiz?"</p>
-
-<p>"You hair-brained young scoundrel," cried the captain
-with a comical assumption of anger, "do you dare
-talk to me so after the trick you played me?"</p>
-
-<p>"I!" said Jules innocently, "I played you a trick?
-I am incapable of it, dear captain. You are slandering
-me cruelly."</p>
-
-<p>"Just listen to the young saint!" said Marcheterre.
-"I slandering him! No matter, let us drop the subject
-for a moment. 'Lay to' for a bit, boy; I shall
-know how to find you again soon. I was going to say,"
-continued the captain, "when his reverence tumbled my
-unfortunate exclamation to the bottom of the hold and
-shut the hatch down on it, that if out of curiosity, Mr.
-Archie, you had gone down to the foot of the fall, then,
-like your <i>confrère</i> the salmon, you would probably have
-shown us the trick of swimming up it again."</p>
-
-<p>The spirit of mirth now ruled the conversation, and
-in repartee and witticism the company found relief from
-the intense emotions to which they had been subjected.</p>
-
-<p>"Fill your glasses! Attention, everybody," cried the
-Seigneur de Beaumont. "I am going to propose a
-health which will, I am very sure, be received with acclamation."</p>
-
-<p>"It is very easy for you to talk," said the old priest,
-whom they had honored especially by giving him a goblet
-richly carved, but holding nearly double what those
-of the other guests could contain. "I am over ninety,
-and I have no longer the hard head of a twenty-five year
-old."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">81</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Come, my old friend," said the seigneur, "you will
-not have far to go, for you must sleep here to-night.
-Moreover, if your legs should become unsteady, it will
-pass for the weakness of old age, and no one will be
-shocked."</p>
-
-<p>"You forget, seigneur," said the priest, laughing,
-"that I have accepted your kind invitation to help take
-care of poor Dumais to-night. I intend to sit up with
-him. If I take too much wine, what use do you think
-I could be to the poor fellow?"</p>
-
-<p>"Indeed, you shall go to bed," said the seigneur.
-"The master of the house decrees it. We will rouse
-you in case of need. Have no anxiety as to Dumais
-and his wife; their friend Mrs. Couture is with them.
-I am even sending home, after they have supped, a lot
-of their gossips and cronies, who wanted to be in the
-way all night and use up the fresh air which the sick
-man is so much in need of. We will all be up if necessary."</p>
-
-<p>"You argue so well," answered the priest, "that I
-must even do as you say," and he poured a fair quantity
-of wine into his formidable cup.</p>
-
-<p>Then the Seigneur de Beaumont said to Archie, with
-solemn emphasis: "What you have done is beyond all
-praise. I know not which is most admirable, the splendid
-spirit of self-sacrifice which moved you to risk your
-life for that of a stranger, or the courage and coolness
-which enabled you to succeed. You possess all the
-qualities most requisite to the career you are to follow.
-A soldier myself, I prophesy great success for you. Let
-us drink to the health of Mr. de Lochiel!"</p>
-
-<p>The toast was drunk with ardent enthusiasm.</p>
-
-<p>In returning thanks, Archie said modestly:</p>
-
-<p>"I am bewildered by so much praise for so simple a
-performance. I was probably the only one present who<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">82</a></span>
-knew how to swim; for any one else would have done
-as I did. It is claimed that your Indian women throw
-their infants into the water and let them make the best
-of their way to shore; this teaches them to swim very
-early. I am tempted to believe that our mothers in the
-Scottish Highlands follow the same excellent custom.
-As long as I can remember I have been a swimmer."</p>
-
-<p>"At your fooling again, Mr. Archie," said the captain.
-"As for me, I have been a sailor these fifty years,
-and I have never yet learned how to swim. Not that I
-have never fallen into the water, but I have always had
-the good luck to catch hold of something. Failing that,
-I always kept my feet going, as cats and dogs do.
-Sooner or later some one always hauled me out; and
-here I am.</p>
-
-<p>"That reminds me of a little adventure which happened
-to me when I was a sailor. My ship was anchored
-by the banks of the Mississippi. It might have been
-about nine o'clock in the evening, after one of those suffocating
-days which one can experience only in the
-tropics. I had made my bed up in the bows of my ship,
-in order to enjoy the evening breezes. But for the <ins title="Transcriber's note: original reads 'musquitoes'">mosquitoes</ins>,
-the sand flies, the black flies, and the infernal
-noise of the alligators, which had gathered, I think,
-from the utmost limits of the Father of Streams to give
-me a good serenading, a monarch of the East might
-have envied me my bed. I am not naturally timid, but
-I have an unconquerable horror of all kinds of reptiles,
-whether they crawl on land or wriggle in the water."</p>
-
-<p>"Captain, you have a refined and aristocratic taste
-which does you much honor," said Jules.</p>
-
-<p>"Do you dare to speak to me again, you disreputable,"
-cried Marcheterre, shaking his great fist at him. I
-was about forgetting you, but your turn will come very
-soon. Meanwhile, I go on with my story. I was feeling<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">83</a></span>
-very safe and comfortable on my mat, whence I could
-hear the hungry monsters snapping their jaws. I derided
-them, saying: 'You would be delighted, my lambs,
-to make a meal off my carcass, but there's one little
-difficulty in the way of it; though you should have to
-fast all your lives through like hermits I would never be the
-one to break your fasting, for my conscience is too tender.'</p>
-
-<p>"I don't know exactly how the thing happened, but
-I ended by falling asleep, and when I awoke I was in
-the midst of these jolly companions. You could never
-imagine the horror that seized me, in spite of my customary
-coolness. I did not lose my presence of mind,
-however. While under water I remembered that there
-was a rope hanging from the bowsprit. As I came to
-the surface I had the good fortune to catch it. I was
-as active as a monkey in those days; but I did not
-escape without leaving as a keepsake in the throat of a
-very barbarous alligator one of my boots and a valued
-portion of the calf of my leg.</p>
-
-<p>"Now for your turn, you imp," continued the captain,
-turning to Jules. "I must get even with you, sooner
-or later, for the trick you played me. On my return
-from Martinique last year, I met monsieur one morning
-in Quebec Lower Town as he was on the point of crossing
-the river to return home for his vacation. After a
-perfect squall of embraces, from which I escaped with
-difficulty by sheering off to larboard, I commissioned
-him to tell my family of my arrival, and to say that I
-could not be at St. Thomas for several days. What did
-this young saint do? He went to my house at eight
-o'clock in the evening, shouting, like all possessed: 'Oh,
-joy! oh, rapture! Three cheers and a tiger!'</p>
-
-<p>"'My husband has come!' exclaimed Madame
-Marcheterre. 'Father has come!' cried my two daughters.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">84</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"'Certainly,' said he; 'what else could I be making
-all this fuss about?'</p>
-
-<p>"Then he kissed my good wife&mdash;there was no great
-difficulty in that. He wanted to kiss the girls, too, but
-they boxed his ears and sheered off with all sails set.
-What does your reverence think of this for a beginning,
-to say nothing of what followed?"</p>
-
-<p>"Ah, Mr. Jules," cried the old priest, "these are
-nice things I am hearing about you. Queer conduct this
-for a pupil of the Jesuit fathers."</p>
-
-<p>"You see, Mr. Abbé," said Jules, "that all that was
-only a bit of fun to enable me to share the happiness of
-that estimable family. I knew too well the ferocious
-virtue, immovable as the Cape of Storms, of these daughters
-of the sea. I well knew that they would box my
-ears soundly and sheer off with all sails set."</p>
-
-<p>"I begin to believe that you are telling the truth,
-after all," said the old priest, "and that there were no
-evil designs on your part. I know my Jules pretty thoroughly."</p>
-
-<p>"Worse and more of it," said the captain. "Take
-his part, do; that's all he was wanting. But we'll see
-what you think when you hear the rest. When my young
-gentleman had finished his larking, he said to my wife:
-'The captain told me to say he would be here to-morrow
-evening, in the neighborhood of ten o'clock, and
-that, as his business had prospered exceedingly (which,
-indeed, was all true), he wished that his friends should
-celebrate his good luck with him. He wished that there
-should be a ball and supper going on at his house when
-he arrived, which would be just as the guests were sitting
-down to table. Make ready, therefore, for this
-celebration, to which he has invited myself and my
-brother de Lochiel. This puts me out a little,' added
-the young hypocrite, 'for I am in a great hurry to get<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">85</a></span>
-home, but for you ladies there is nothing that I would
-not do.'</p>
-
-<p>"'My husband does not consider that he is giving
-me too little time,' said Madame Marcheterre. 'We
-have no market here. My cook is very old to undertake
-so much in one day. The case is desperate, but
-to please him we must accomplish the impossible.'</p>
-
-<p>"'Perhaps I can be of some use to you,' said the
-hypocrite, pretending to sympathize with her. 'I will
-undertake with pleasure to send out the invitations.'</p>
-
-<p>"'My dear Jules,' said my wife, 'that would be the
-greatest help. You know our society. I give you <i>carte
-blanche</i>.'</p>
-
-<p>"My wife ran all over the parish to get provisions
-for the feast. She and the girls spent the greater part
-of the night helping the old cook make pastries, whipped
-creams, blanc-mange, biscuits, and a lot of sweet stuff
-that I wouldn't give for one steak of fresh codfish, such
-as one gets on the Banks of Newfoundland. Mr. Jules,
-for his part, did things up in style. That night he sent
-out two messengers, one to the northeast, the other to the
-southwest, carrying invitations; so that by six o'clock
-the next evening, thanks to his good management, my
-house was full of guests, who were whirling around like
-so many gulls, while I was anchored in Quebec, and
-poor madame, in spite of a frightful cold, was doing the
-honors of the house with the best grace possible. What
-do you think, gentlemen, of a trick like that; and what
-have you to say in your defense, you wolf in sheep's
-clothing?"</p>
-
-<p>"I wished," said Jules, "that everybody should share
-beforehand in the joy of the family over the good fortune
-of so dear and so generous a friend. Also, if you
-could have seen the regret and general consternation
-when, toward eleven o'clock, it was found necessary to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">86</a></span>
-sit down at table without waiting for you any longer,
-you would certainly have been moved to tears. The
-morrow, you will remember, was a fast day. As for
-your wife, she seems to be without the smallest idea of
-gratitude. Observing, a little before eleven, that she
-was in no hurry to bring on the supper, and that she
-was beginning to be anxious about her dear husband, I
-whispered a word in her ear, and for thanks she broke
-her fan over my back."</p>
-
-<p>Everybody, the captain himself included, burst out
-laughing.</p>
-
-<p>"How is it you never told us of this before, Marcheterre?"
-said the Seigneur de Beaumont.</p>
-
-<p>"It was hardly necessary," said the captain, "to publish
-it to the world that we had been tricked by this
-young rascal. Moreover, it would have been no particular
-satisfaction to us to inform you that you owed the
-entertainment to the munificence of Mr. Jules D'Haberville;
-we preferred to have the credit of it ourselves.
-I only tell it to you to-day because it is too good to
-keep any longer."</p>
-
-<p>"It seems to me, Mr. Diver," continued Marcheterre,
-addressing Archie, "that, in spite of your reserved
-and philosophical demeanor, you were an accomplice of
-Master Jules."</p>
-
-<p>"I give you my word," replied Lochiel, "that I
-knew nothing of it whatever. Not till the next day did
-Jules take me into his confidence, whereupon I gave
-him a good scolding."</p>
-
-<p>"You could hardly say much," said Jules, "after the
-rate at which you kicked round your great Scotch legs
-with great peril to the more civilized shins of your neighbors.
-You have doubtless forgotten that, since you
-were not content with French cotillons, such as are accepted
-among all civilized people, to please you we had<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">87</a></span>
-to have Scotch reels. The music for these our fiddler
-picked up by ear in an instant. It was a very simple
-matter; he merely had to scrape his strings till they
-screeched as if a lot of cats were shut up in a bag and
-some one were pulling their tails."</p>
-
-<p>"Oh, you are a bad lot," said the captain; "but
-won't you come and take supper with us to-morrow,
-you and your friend, and make your peace with the
-family?"</p>
-
-<p>"That's the way to talk, now!" said Jules.</p>
-
-<p>"Listen to the irrepressible," retorted Marcheterre.</p>
-
-<p>As it was now very late, the party broke up, after
-drinking the health of the old sailor and his son and
-pronouncing the eulogies they deserved for the part
-they had played that night.</p>
-
-<p>The young men had to stay some days at St. Thomas.
-The flood continued. The roads were deluged.
-The nearest bridge, even supposing it had escaped the
-general disaster, was some leagues southwest of the village,
-and the rain came down in torrents. They were
-obliged to wait till the river should be clear of ice, so as
-to cross in a boat below the falls. They divided their
-time between the seigneur's family, their other friends,
-and poor Dumais, whom the seigneur would not permit
-to be moved. The sick man entertained them with
-stories of his fights against the English and their savage
-allies, and with accounts of the manners and customs of
-the aborigines.</p>
-
-<p>"Although I am a native of St. Thomas," said Dumais
-one day, "I was brought up in the parish of Sorel.
-When I was ten years old and my brother nine, while we
-were in the woods one day picking raspberries a party of
-Iroquois surprised and captured us. After a long march,
-we came to the place where their canoe was hidden
-among the brambles by the water's edge; and they took<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">88</a></span>
-us to one of the islands of the St. Lawrence. My father
-and his three brothers, armed to the teeth, set out to
-rescue us. They were only four against ten; but I
-may say without boasting that my father and my uncles
-were not exactly the kind of men to be trifled with.
-They were tall, broad-chested fellows, with their shoulders
-well set back.</p>
-
-<p>"It might have been about ten o'clock in the evening.
-My brother and I, surrounded by our captors, were
-seated in a little clearing in the midst of thick woods,
-when we heard my father's voice shouting to us: 'Lie
-flat down on your stomachs.' I immediately seized my
-little brother around the neck and flattened him down
-to the ground with me. The Iroquois were hardly on
-their feet when four well-aimed shots rang out and four
-of the band fell squirming like eels. The rest of the
-vermin, not wishing, I suppose, to fire at hazard against
-the invisible enemies to whom they were serving as targets,
-started for the shelter of the trees; but our rescuers
-gave them no time. Falling upon them with the butts
-of their muskets, they beat down three at the first charge,
-and the others saved themselves by flight. Our mother
-almost died of joy when we were given back to her
-arms."</p>
-
-<p>In return, Lochiel told the poor fellow about the
-combats of the Scottish Highlanders, their manners and
-customs, and the semi-fabulous exploits of his hero, the
-great Wallace; while Jules amused him with the story
-of his practical jokes, or with such bits of history as he
-might appreciate.</p>
-
-<p>When the young men were bidding Dumais farewell,
-the latter said to Archie with tears in his eyes:</p>
-
-<p>"It is probable, sir, that I shall never see you again,
-but be sure that I will carry you ever in my heart, and
-will pray for you, I and my family, every day of our<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">89</a></span>
-lives. It is painful for me to think that even should you
-return to New France, a poor man like me would have
-no means of displaying his gratitude."</p>
-
-<p>"Who knows," said Lochiel, "perhaps you will do
-more for me than I have done for you."</p>
-
-<p>Was the Highlander gifted with that second sight of
-which his fellow-countrymen are wont to boast? Let us
-judge from the sequel.</p>
-
-<p>On the 30th day of April, at ten o'clock in the morning,
-with weather magnificent but roads altogether execrable,
-our travelers bade farewell to their friends at St.
-Thomas. They had yet six leagues to go before arriving
-at St. Jean-Port-Joli, and the whole distance they
-had to travel afoot, cursing at the rain which had removed
-the last traces of ice and snow. In traversing
-the road across the plain of Cape St. Ignace it was even
-worse. They sank to their knees, and their horse was
-mired to the belly and had to be dug out. Jules, the
-most impatient of the three, kept grumbling:</p>
-
-<p>"If I had had anything to do with the weather we
-would never have had this devil of a rain which has
-turned all the roads into bogholes."</p>
-
-<p>Perceiving that José shook his head whenever he
-heard this remark, he asked him what he meant.</p>
-
-<p>"Oh, Master Jules," said José, "I am only a poor
-ignorant fellow, but I can't help thinking that if you
-had charge of the weather we shouldn't be much
-better off. Take the case of what happened to Davy
-Larouche."</p>
-
-<p>"When we get across this cursed boghole," said
-Jules, "you shall tell us the story of Davy Larouche.
-Oh, that I had the legs of a heron, like this haughty
-Scotchman who strides before us whistling a pibroch
-just fit for these roads."</p>
-
-<p>"What would you give," said Archie, "to exchange<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">90</a></span>
-your diminutive French legs for those of the haughty
-Highlander?"</p>
-
-<p>"Keep your legs," retorted Jules, "for when you
-have to run away from the enemy."</p>
-
-<p>Once well across the meadow, the young men asked
-José for his story.</p>
-
-<p>"I must tell you," said the latter, "that a fellow
-named Davy Larouche once lived in the parish of St.
-Roch. He was a good enough provider, neither very
-rich nor very poor. I used to think that the dear fellow
-was not quite sharp enough, which prevented him making
-great headway in the world.</p>
-
-<p>"It happened that one morning Davy got up earlier
-than usual, put through his chores in the stable, returned
-to the house, fixed his whiskers as if it were Sunday,
-and got himself up in his best clothes.</p>
-
-<p>"'Where are you going, my good man?' asked his
-wife. 'What a swell you are! Are you going to see
-the girls?'</p>
-
-<p>"You must understand that this was a joke of hers;
-she knew that her husband was bashful with women, and
-not at all inclined to run after them. As for La Thèque
-herself, she was the most facetious little body on the
-whole south side, inheriting it from her old Uncle Bernuchon
-Castonguay. She often used to say, pointing to
-her husband, 'You see that great fool yonder?' Certainly
-not a very polite way to speak of her husband.
-'Well, he would never have had the pluck to ask me in
-marriage, though I was the prettiest girl in the parish, if
-I had not met him more than half-way. Yet, how his
-eyes used to shine whenever he saw me! I took pity
-on him, because he wasn't making much progress. To
-be sure, I was even more anxious about it than he; he
-had four good acres of land to his name, while I had
-nothing but this fair body of mine.'</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">91</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"She was lying a little to be sure, the puss," added
-José. "She had a cow, a yearling bull, six sheep, her
-spinning-wheel, a box so full of clothes that you had to
-kneel on it to shut it, and in the box fifty silver francs.</p>
-
-<p>"'I took pity on him one evening,' said she, 'when
-he called at our house and sat in the corner without
-even daring to speak to me. "I know you are in love
-with me, you great simpleton," said I. "Go and speak to
-my father, who is waiting for you in the next room, and
-you can get the banns published next Sunday." Moreover,
-since he sat there without budging and as red as a
-turkey-cock, I took him by the shoulders and pushed
-him into the other room. My father opened a closet
-and brought out a flask of brandy to encourage him.
-Well, in spite of all these hints, he had to get three
-drinks into his body before he found his tongue.'</p>
-
-<p>"Well, as I was saying," continued José, "La Thèque
-said to her husband: 'Are you going to see the girls,
-my man? Look out for yourself! If you get off any
-pranks I will let you into the soup.'</p>
-
-<p>"'You know very well I'm not,' said Larouche
-laughingly, and flicking her on the back with his whip.
-'Here we are at the end of March, my grain is all thrashed
-out, and I'm going to carry my tithes to the priest.'</p>
-
-<p>"'That's right, my man,' said his wife, who was a
-good Christian; 'we must render back to God a share
-of what he has just given us.'</p>
-
-<p>"Larouche then threw his sacks upon the sled, lit
-his pipe with a hot coal, sprang aboard, and set off in
-high spirits.</p>
-
-<p>"As he was passing a bit of woods he met a traveler,
-who approached by a side path.</p>
-
-<p>"This stranger was a tall, handsome man of about
-thirty. Long fair hair fell about his shoulders, his blue
-eyes were as sweet as an angel's, and his countenance<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">92</a></span>
-wore a sort of tender sadness. His dress was a long
-blue robe tied at the waist. Larouche said he had never
-seen any one so beautiful as this stranger, and that the
-loveliest woman was ugly in comparison.</p>
-
-<p>"'Peace be with you, my brother,' said the traveler.</p>
-
-<p>"'I thank you for your good wishes,' answered
-Davy; 'a good word burns nobody's mouth. But that
-is something I don't particularly need. I am at peace,
-thank God, with everybody. I have an excellent wife,
-good children, we get on well together, all my neighbors
-love me. I have nothing to desire in the way of peace.'</p>
-
-<p>"'I congratulate you,' said the traveler. 'Your sled
-is well loaded; where are you going this morning?'</p>
-
-<p>"'It is my tithes which I am taking to the priest.'</p>
-
-<p>"'It would seem, then,' said the stranger, 'that you
-have had a good harvest, reckoning one measure of
-tithes to every twenty-six measures of clean grain.'</p>
-
-<p>"'Good enough, I confess; but if I had had the
-weather just to my fancy it would have been something
-very much better.'</p>
-
-<p>"'You think so,' said the traveler.</p>
-
-<p>"'No manner of doubt of it,' answered Davy.</p>
-
-<p>"'Very well,' said the stranger; 'now you shall have
-just what weather you wish, and much good may it do
-you.'</p>
-
-<p>"Having spoken thus, he disappeared around the
-foot of a little hill.</p>
-
-<p>"'That's queer now,' thought Davy. 'I know very
-well that there are wicked people who go about the
-world putting spells on men, women, children, or animals.
-Take the case of the woman, Lestin Coulombe,
-who, on the very day of her wedding, made fun of a
-certain beggar who squinted in his left eye. She had
-good cause to regret it, poor thing; for he said to her
-angrily: "Take care, young woman, that your own children<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">93</a></span>
-don't turn out cross-eyed." She trembled, poor
-creature, for every child she brought into the world, and
-not without good cause; for the fourteenth, when looked
-at closely, showed a blemish on its right eye.'"</p>
-
-<p>"It seems to me," said Jules, "that Madame Lestin
-must have had a mighty dread of cross-eyed children if
-she could not be content to present her dear husband
-with one even after twenty years of married life. Evidently
-she was a thoughtful and easy-going woman, who
-took her time about whatever she was going to do."</p>
-
-<p>José shook his head with a dubious air and continued:</p>
-
-<p>"'Well,' thought Larouche to himself, 'though bad
-folk go about the country putting spells on people, I
-have never heard of saints wandering around Canada to
-work miracles. After all, it is no business of mine. I
-won't say a word about it, and we'll see next spring.'</p>
-
-<p>"About that time the next year Davy, very much
-ashamed of himself, got up secretly, long before daylight,
-to take his tithes to the priest. He had no need
-of horse or sleigh. He carried the whole thing in his
-handkerchief.</p>
-
-<p>"As the sun was rising he once more met the stranger,
-who said to him:</p>
-
-<p>"'Peace be with you, my brother!'</p>
-
-<p>"'Never was wish more appropriate,' answered Larouche,
-'for I believe the devil himself has got into my
-house, and is kicking up his pranks there day and night.
-My wife scolds me to death from morn till eve, my children
-sulk when they are not doing worse, and all my
-neighbors are set against me.'</p>
-
-<p>"'I am very sorry to hear it,' said the traveler, 'but
-what are you carrying in that little parcel?'</p>
-
-<p>"'My tithes,' answered Larouche, with an air of
-chagrin.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">94</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"'It seems to me, however,' said the stranger, 'that
-you have been having just the weather you asked for.'</p>
-
-<p>"'I acknowledge it,' said Davy. 'When I asked for
-sunshine, I had it; when I wanted rain, wind, calm
-weather, I got them; yet nothing has succeeded with
-me. The sun burned up the grain, the rain caused it to
-rot, the wind beat it down, the calm brought the night
-frosts. My neighbors are all bitter against me; they regard
-me as a sorcerer, who has brought a curse on their
-harvests. My wife began by distrusting me, and has
-ended by heaping me with reproaches. In a word, it is
-enough to drive one crazy.'</p>
-
-<p>"'Which proves to you, my brother,' said the traveler,
-'that your wish was a foolish one; that one must
-always trust to the providence of God, who knows what
-is good for man better than man can know it for himself.
-Put your trust in him, and you will not have to endure
-the humiliation of having to carry your tithes in a handkerchief.'</p>
-
-<p>"With these words, the stranger again disappeared
-around the hill.</p>
-
-<p>"Larouche took the hint, and thenceforth acknowledged
-God's providence, without wishing to meddle
-with the weather."</p>
-
-<p>As José brought his tale to an end, Archie said: "I
-like exceedingly the simplicity of this legend. It has a
-lofty moral, and at the same time it displays the vivid
-faith of the <i>habitants</i> of New France. Shame on the
-heartless philosopher who would deprive them of that
-whence they derive so many a consolation in the trials
-of life!</p>
-
-<p>"It must be confessed," continued Archie later,
-when they were at a little distance from the sleigh, "that
-our friend José has always an appropriate story ready;
-but do you believe that his father really told him that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">95</a></span>
-marvelous dream that was dreamed on the hillsides of
-St. Michel?"</p>
-
-<p>"I perceive," said Jules, "that you do not yet know
-José's talents; he is an inexhaustible <i>raconteur</i>. The
-neighbors gather in our kitchen on the long winter evenings,
-and José spins them a story which often goes on
-for weeks. When he feels his imagination beginning to
-flag he breaks off, and says: 'I'm getting tired; I'll tell
-you the rest another day.'</p>
-
-<p>"José is also a much more highly esteemed poet than
-my learned uncle the chevalier, who prides himself on
-his skill in verse. He never fails to sacrifice to the
-Muses either on flesh days or on New Year's Day. If
-you were at my father's house at such times, you would
-see messengers arrive from all parts of the parish in
-quest of José's compositions."</p>
-
-<p>"But he does not know how to write," said Archie.</p>
-
-<p>"No more do his audience know how to read," replied
-Jules. "This is how they work it. They send
-to the poet a good chanter (<i>chanteux</i>), as they call
-him, who has a prodigious memory; and, presto! inside
-of half an hour said chanter has the whole poem in
-his head. For any sorrowful occasion José is asked to
-compose a lament; and if it be an occasion of mirth he
-is certain to be in demand. That reminds me of what
-happened to a poor devil of a lover who had taken his
-sweetheart to a ball without being invited. Although
-unexpected, they were received with politeness, but the
-young man was so awkward as to trip the daughter of
-the house while dancing, which raised a shout of laughter
-from all the company. The young girl's father, being
-a rough fellow and very angry at the accident, took
-poor José Blais by the shoulders and put him out of
-the house. Then he made all manner of excuses to the
-poor girl whose lover had been so unceremoniously dismissed,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">96</a></span>
-and would not permit her to leave. On hearing
-of this, our friend José yonder was seized with an inspiration,
-and improvised the following naïve bit of verse:</p>
-
-<div class="poetry"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"A party after vespers at the house of old Boulé;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">But the lads that couldn't dance were asked to stay away:<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">Mon ton ton de ritaine, mon ton ton de rité.<br /></span>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"The lads that couldn't dance were asked to stay away,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">But his heart was set on going, was the heart of José Blai:<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">Mon ton ton, etc.<br /></span>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">His heart was set on going, was the heart of José Blai.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">'Get done your chores,' said his mistress, 'and I will not say you<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">nay':<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">Mon ton ton, etc.<br /></span>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"'Get done your chores,' said his mistress, 'and I will not say you<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">nay':<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">So he hurried out to the barn to give the cows their hay:<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">Mon ton ton, etc.<br /></span>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"He hurried out to the barn to give the cows their hay.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">He rapped Rougett' on the nose, and on the ribs Barré:<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">Mon ton ton, etc.<br /></span>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"He rapped Rougett' on the nose, and on the ribs Barré,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And then rubbed down the horses in the quickest kind of way:<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">Mon ton ton, etc.<br /></span>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"He rubbed down the horses in the quickest kind of way;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Then dressed him in his vest of red and coat of blue and gray:<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">Mon ton ton, etc.<br /></span>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"He dressed him in his vest of red and coat of blue and gray,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And black cravat, and shoes for which he had to pay:<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">Mon ton ton, etc.<br /></span>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"His black cravat, and shoes for which he had to pay;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And he took his dear Lizett', so proud of his display:<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">Mon ton ton, etc.<br /></span>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"He took his dear Lizett', so proud of his display;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">But they kicked him out to learn to dance, and call another day:<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">Mon ton ton, etc.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">97</a></span>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"They kicked him out to learn to dance, and call another day;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">But they kept his dear Lizett', his pretty <i>fiancée</i>:<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">Mon ton ton de ritaine, mon ton ton de rité."<br /></span>
-</div>
-</div></div>
-
-<p>"Why, it is a charming little idyl!" cried Archie,
-laughing. "What a pity José had not an education!
-Canada would possess one poet the more."</p>
-
-<p>"But to return to the experiences of his late father,"
-said Jules, "I believe that the old drunkard, after having
-dared La Corriveau (a thing which the <i>habitants</i> consider
-very foolhardy, as the dead are sure to avenge themselves,
-sooner or later)&mdash;I believe the old drunkard fell
-asleep in the ditch just opposite Isle d'Orléans, where
-the <i>habitants</i> traveling by night always think they see
-witches; I believe also that he suffered a terrible nightmare,
-during which he thought himself attacked by the
-goblins of the island on the one hand and by La Corriveau
-on the other. José's vivid imagination has supplied
-the rest, for you see how he turns everything to
-account&mdash;the pictures in your natural history, for instance,
-and the Cyclopes in my uncle's illustrated Virgil,
-of which his dear late father had doubtless never
-heard a word. Poor José! How sorry I am for the
-way I abused him the other day. I knew nothing of it
-until the day following, for I had entirely lost my senses
-on seeing you disappear in the flood. I begged his pardon
-very humbly, and he answered: 'What! are you
-still thinking about that trifle? Why, I look back upon
-it with pleasure now all the racket is over. It made me
-even feel young again, reminding me of your furies when
-you were a youngster&mdash;when you would scratch and bite
-like a little wild cat, and when I would carry you off in
-my arms to save you from the punishment of your parents.
-How you used to cry! And then, when your
-anger was over, you would bring me your playthings to
-console me."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">98</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Faithful José! what unswerving attachment to our
-family through every trial! Men with hearts as dry as
-tinder often look with scorn on such people as José,
-though possessed of none of their virtues. A noble
-heart is the best gift of God to man."</p>
-
-<p>As our travelers drew near the manor house of St.
-Jean-Port-Joli, whose roof they could see under the
-starlight, the conversation of Jules D'Haberville, ordinarily
-so frivolous and mocking, grew more and more
-thoughtful and sincere.</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">99</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_VI">CHAPTER VI.<br />
-<span class="chapsmall">D'HABERVILLE MANOR HOUSE.</span></h2>
-</div>
-
-<blockquote>
-<p>Je bénis le soleil, je bénis la lune et les astres qui étoilent le ciel. Je
-bénis aussi les petits oiseaux qui gazouillent dans l'air.</p>
-
-<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Henri Heine.</span><br /></p>
-
-</blockquote>
-<p><span class="smcap">D'haberville Manor House</span> was situated at the
-foot of a bluff which covered about nine acres of the
-seigniory, on the south side of the highway. This bluff
-was about a hundred feet high and very picturesque.
-Its summit was clothed with pines and firs, whose perpetual
-green formed a cheerful contrast with the desolation
-of the winter landscape. Jules D'Haberville used
-to compare these trees, triumphing on their height and
-flaunting their fadeless green in the face of the harshest
-seasons, to the mighty ones of the earth whose strength
-and happiness are beyond the reach of vicissitude, however
-much the poor may shiver at their feet.</p>
-
-<p>One might well believe that the brush of a Claude
-Lorraine had exercised itself in adorning the flanks and
-base of this hill, so endless was the variety of the trees
-which had gathered thither from all the neighboring
-woodlands. Elm, maple, birch, and beech, red thorn,
-cherry, ash, and cedar, sumach, and all the other native
-trees which are the glory of our forests, combined to
-throw a cloak of all imaginable greens over the rugged
-outlines of the bluff.</p>
-
-<p>A wood of ancient maples covered the space between<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">100</a></span>
-the foot of the bluff and the highway, which was bordered
-with hedges of hazel and cinnamon rose.</p>
-
-<p>The first object to attract the eye on approaching
-the manor house was a brook, which, falling through the
-trees in a succession of foamy cascades down the southwest
-slope of the hill, mingled its clear current with that
-of a fountain which burst forth some distance below.
-After winding and loitering through a breadth of
-meadow country, the wedded streams slipped reluctantly
-into the St. Lawrence.</p>
-
-<p>The spring, bubbling from the very heart of the hill
-into a basin cut from the living rock, preserves its icy
-coolness, its crystal purity, through the fiercest heats of
-summer. It was inclosed in those days in a little white-washed
-pavilion, thick shaded by a group of ancient
-trees. The seats arranged within and without this cool
-retreat, the cone-shaped drinking-cups of birch bark
-hanging on the wall, served as so many invitations from
-the nymph of the fount to wayfarers oppressed by the
-dog-star.</p>
-
-<p>Fresh as of old, to this day the hill-top keeps its
-crown of emerald, the slope preserves its varied verdure;
-but of the ancient grove there remain but five gnarled
-maples. These trees, decaying little by little beneath
-the touch of time, like the closing years of the master
-of the domain, appear almost like a visible and ceaseless
-prophecy that his life will fade out with that of the
-last veteran of the grove. When the last log shall have
-been consumed in warming the old man's frozen limbs,
-its ashes will mingle with his own&mdash;a grim admonition,
-like that of the priest on Ash Wednesday: "Memento,
-homo, quia pulvis es, ut in pulverem reverteris."</p>
-
-<p>The manor house, situated between the river St.
-Lawrence and the bluff, was divided from the water only
-by the highway, the grove, and a spacious yard. It was<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">101</a></span>
-a one-storied structure with high gables, about a hundred
-feet long, with two wings of fifty feet. A bake-house,
-built into the northeast corner of the kitchen,
-served also the purpose of a laundry. A small attachment,
-adjoining the great drawing-room on the southwest,
-gave symmetry to the proportions of this piece of
-early Canadian architecture.</p>
-
-<p>Two other small buildings at the southeast served,
-the one for a dairy, the other for a second wash-house.
-This wash-house stood over a well, which was connected
-by a long trough with the kitchen of the main building.
-Coach-houses, barns, stables, five small sheds (three of
-them standing in the grove), a kitchen garden to the
-southwest of the manor house, two orchards on the north
-and northeast, respectively&mdash;all these went to make up
-the establishment of one of the old French Canadian
-seigneurs. The <i>habitants</i> called the establishment "le
-village D'Haberville."</p>
-
-<p>Sitting on the crest of the bluff, it mattered little in
-what direction one allowed his gaze to wander. Immediately
-below the little village, <ins title="Transcriber's note: original reads 'dazzingly'">dazzlingly</ins> white, appeared
-to spring from the green bosom of the meadows. On
-all sides a panorama of splendid magnificence unrolled
-itself. There was the sovereign of streams, already seven
-leagues in width, confined on the north by the ancient
-barrier of Laurentians, whose feet it washes, and whose
-peopled slopes are in view from Cape Tourmente to Malbaie;
-yonder, to the west, <i>Ile aux Oies</i> and <i>Ile aux
-Grues</i>; right in front, the Piliers Islands, one of which
-is as arid as the <ins title="Transcriber's note: original reads 'Ææan'">Ægean</ins> rock of Circe, the other always
-green, like the Ogygian paradise of Calypso; northward,
-the reefs and shoals of the Loups-Marins, so dear to
-Canadian hunters; and, lastly, the hamlets of l'Islet and
-St. Jean-Port-Joli, crowned with their gleaming spires.</p>
-
-<p>It was nearly nine in the evening when the young<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">102</a></span>
-men arrived on the slope overlooking the manor. At
-the first glimpse of the scene which recalled the happiest
-days of his existence, Jules paused and exclaimed:</p>
-
-<p>"Never have I approached this home of my ancestors
-without being deeply impressed. Let them boast
-as they will the scenes of beauty or sublimity which
-abound in our fair Canada, among them all there is but
-one for me, this spot where I was born, where I passed
-my childhood under such tender cherishing! I used to
-think the days too short for my childish sports. I rose
-at dawn, I dressed in haste, my thirst for my enjoyments
-was feverish and unfailing.</p>
-
-<p>"I love everything about us. I love the moon which
-you see climbing over the wooded crest of the bluff; nowhere
-else does she appear to me so beautiful. I love
-yonder brook which used to turn my little water mills.
-I love the fountain which refreshed me in the August
-heats.</p>
-
-<p>"Yonder my mother used to sit," continued Jules,
-pointing out a mossy rock in the shadow of two great
-beeches. "Thither I used to bring her in my little silver
-cup the ice-cool water from the spring. Ah! how
-often this tender mother, watching by my pillow, or
-awakened suddenly by my cries, brought me that same
-cup filled with sweet milk! And to think that I must
-leave all this&mdash;perhaps forever! O mother, mother!"</p>
-
-<p>Jules burst into tears.</p>
-
-<p>Lochiel, much moved, grasped his friend's hand and
-answered:</p>
-
-<p>"You will come back again, my brother. You will
-come back, bringing glory and good fortune to your
-family."</p>
-
-<p>"Thank you, dear old boy," said Jules, "but let us
-hurry on. The greetings of my parents will soon scatter
-this little cloud."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">103</a></span></p>
-
-<p>Archie, who had never before visited the country in
-spring-time, wished to know the meaning of those white
-objects which he saw at the dusky foot of every maple.</p>
-
-<p>"Those are the three-cornered spouts," said Jules,
-"which catch the sap for making sugar. The sugar-maker
-cuts a notch in the tree and right beneath it he
-drives in one of these affairs."</p>
-
-<p>"One might almost say," replied Archie, "that these
-trees were vast water-pipes, with their funnels ready to
-supply a crowded city."</p>
-
-<p>He was interrupted by the barking of a great dog,
-which came running to meet them.</p>
-
-<p>"Niger! Niger!" shouted Jules. At the sound of
-the well-loved voice the dog paused, then ran up and
-snuffed at his master to assure himself of his identity.
-He returned Jules's caresses with a howling half joyous,
-half plaintive, which expressed his love as well as words
-could have done.</p>
-
-<p>"Ah, poor Niger," said Jules, "I understand your
-language perfectly. It is half a reproach to me for having
-stayed away from you so long, and it is half delight
-at seeing me again, with forgiveness of my neglect. Poor
-Niger, when I come again after my long, long journey,
-you will not even have the happiness that was granted
-to the faithful hound of Ulysses, of dying at your master's
-feet."</p>
-
-<p>The reader is doubtless ready by this time to make
-the acquaintance of the D'Haberville family. Let me
-introduce them according to their rank in the domestic
-hierarchy:</p>
-
-<p>The Seigneur D'Haberville was scarcely forty-five
-years old, but the toils of war had so told on his constitution
-that he looked a good ten years older. His duties
-as captain in the Colonial Marine kept him constantly
-under arms. The ceaseless forest warfare, with no shelter,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">104</a></span>
-according to the stern Canadian custom, except the
-vault of heaven, the expeditions of reconnoissance or
-surprise against the Iroquois or against the English settlements,
-carried on during the severest weather, produced
-their speedy effect on the strongest frames.</p>
-
-<p>Captain D'Haberville might fairly have been called
-handsome. A little below the medium height, his regular
-features, his vivid complexion, his great black eyes
-which softened at will but whose intensity when aroused
-few men could face, the simple elegance of his manners,
-all combined to give him an air of extreme distinction.
-A severe critic might perhaps have found fault with the
-great length and thickness of his black eyebrows.</p>
-
-<p>As to character, the Seigneur D'Haberville was possessed
-of all those qualities which distinguished the early
-Canadians of noble birth. It is true, on the other hand,
-that he might fairly have been charged with vindictiveness.
-An injury, real or supposed, he found it hard to
-forgive.</p>
-
-<p>Madame D'Haberville, a devout and gentle woman
-of thirty-six, was endowed with that mature beauty
-which men often prefer to the freshness of youth.
-Blonde and of medium height, her countenance was of
-an angelic sweetness. Her sole object seemed to be the
-happiness of those about her. The <i>habitants</i>, in their
-simple way, used to call her "the perfect lady."</p>
-
-<p>Mademoiselle Blanche D'Haberville, younger than
-her brother Jules, was the image of her mother, but of a
-somewhat graver temperament. Wise beyond her years,
-she had a great influence over her brother, whose outbursts
-she often checked with one imploring glance.
-While apparently absorbed in her own thoughts, the girl
-was capable, on occasion, of acting with energy and
-effect.</p>
-
-<p>Madame Louise de Beaumont, younger sister of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">105</a></span>
-Madame D'Haberville, had lived with her ever since her
-marriage. Though rich and independent, she was altogether
-devoted to her sister's family. Sharing their happiness,
-she was equally ready to share, should need
-arise, the utmost that adversity could bring upon them.</p>
-
-<p>Lieutenant Raoul D'Haberville, or rather the Chevalier
-D'Haberville, whom everybody called Uncle Raoul,
-was a younger brother of the captain by two years. He
-looked fully ten years his senior. A little man was Uncle
-Raoul, almost as broad as he was long, and walking with
-the assistance of a stick; he would have been remarkably
-ugly even if the small-pox could have been induced
-to spare his countenance. It is hard to say how he came
-by his nickname. One may say of a man, he has a paternal
-air, he is <i>un petit père</i>; but one accuses nobody of
-having an avuncular appearance. For all that, Lieutenant
-D'Haberville was everybody's uncle. Even his
-soldiers, unknown to him, used to call him Uncle Raoul.
-In like manner, to compare great things with small, Napoleon
-was to the grumblers merely "the little corporal."</p>
-
-<p>Uncle Raoul was the <i>littérateur</i> of the D'Haberville
-family, and, therefore, something of a pedant, like almost
-all men who live in daily contact with people less
-learned than themselves. Uncle Raoul was the best
-fellow in the world when he had his own way; but he
-had one little defect. He held the profound conviction
-that he was always right, which made him very bad tempered
-with any who might dare to differ with him.</p>
-
-<p>Uncle Raoul prided himself on his knowledge of
-Latin, fragments of which language he was wont to
-launch freely at the heads of cultured and ignorant
-alike. Endless were his discussions with the curé over
-some line of Horace, Ovid, or Virgil, who were his favorite
-authors. The curé, who was of a mild and peaceable<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">106</a></span>
-humor, almost always grew weary of the contest
-and gave way before his fiery opponent. But Uncle
-Raoul also prided himself on being a profound theologian,
-which was the cause of much embarrassment to
-the poor curé. The latter was deeply concerned for the
-soul of his friend, who had been in his youth a rather
-risky subject, and whom he had had great difficulty in
-leading into better courses. He found it necessary,
-however, sometimes to give way on points not absolutely
-essential to the safety of Uncle Raoul's soul. When
-points were attacked which he durst not yield he was
-wont to call in the aid of Blanche, whom her uncle idolized.</p>
-
-<p>"Dear uncle," she would say to him with a caress,
-"are you not already learned enough without encroaching
-on the field of our good pastor? You are victorious
-on all the other points under discussion," she would add,
-with a sly glance at the curé; "be generous, then, and
-suffer yourself to be convinced on those points which are
-the especial province of God's ministers."</p>
-
-<p>Thereupon, as Uncle Raoul argued simply for the
-pleasure of argument, a peace would be concluded between
-the disputants.</p>
-
-<p>Uncle Raoul was by no means the least important
-personage at D'Haberville manor. Since his retirement
-from the army, the captain, whom military service kept
-much away from home, left the management of affairs
-entirely in his hands. His occupations were very numerous.
-He kept account of the receipts and expenditures
-of the family; he collected the rents of the seigniory;
-he managed the farm; he betook himself every
-Sunday, rain or shine, to mass to receive the Easter water
-in the seigneur's absence; and, among other minor
-duties which devolved upon him, he presented for baptism
-all the first-born children of the tenants of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">107</a></span>
-estate&mdash;an honor which belonged to his elder brother,
-but of which the latter had freed himself in favor of
-Raoul.</p>
-
-<p>A little incident may be cited to show Uncle Raoul's
-importance. Let us imagine ourselves in the month of
-November, when the seigneurial rents fall due. Uncle
-Raoul, with a long quill pen behind his ear, sits in a
-great armchair as on a throne. Beside him is a table
-covered with green cloth, and on this table rests his
-sword. As the tenant appears, he assumes an expression
-of severity, which does not greatly alarm the debtor, for
-the Seigneur D'Haberville is an indulgent landlord, and
-his tenants pay when they please.</p>
-
-<p>But Uncle Raoul is more deeply concerned for the
-form than for the substance; the appearance of power
-pleases him even as power itself. He will have everything
-done with due ceremony.</p>
-
-<p>"How do you do, my&mdash;my&mdash;lieutenant?" says the
-<i>censitaire</i>, accustomed to call him uncle behind his
-back.</p>
-
-<p>"Very well. And thyself? What wilt thou?" replies
-Uncle Raoul, with an air of great importance.</p>
-
-<p>"I have come to pay the rent, my&mdash;my lieutenant;
-but the times are so hard that I have no money," says
-Jean Baptiste, ducking his head penitently.</p>
-
-<p>"<i>Nescio vos!</i>" exclaims Uncle Raoul in a sonorous
-voice; "<i>reddite quæ sunt Cæsaris Cæsari</i>."</p>
-
-<p>"That's fine what you say, my&mdash;my captain, so fine
-that I can't understand it at all," murmurs the <i>censitaire</i>.</p>
-
-<p>"It's Latin, blockhead!" exclaims Uncle Raoul, "and
-this Latin means, pay your lawful rents to the Seigneur
-D'Haberville, on pain of being taken before the King's
-courts and of being condemned in first and second instance
-to pay all expense, damages, claims, and costs."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">108</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"It would go hard with me," murmurs the <i>censitaire</i>.</p>
-
-<p>"Heavens, you may well say so!" exclaims Uncle
-Raoul, raising his eyes to the ceiling.</p>
-
-<p>"I know very well my&mdash;my seigneur, that your
-Latin threatens me with all these punishments; but I
-had the misfortune to lose my filly of last spring."</p>
-
-<p>"What, you rascal! On account of having lost a
-wretched brute of six months old you wish to evade the
-seigneurial claims, which have been established by your
-sovereign on a foundation as enduring as yonder mountains.
-<i>Quos ego ...!</i>"</p>
-
-<p>"I believe," murmurs the <i>habitant</i> to himself, "that
-he is speaking Indian to frighten me."</p>
-
-<p>Then he adds aloud: "You see, my filly, according
-to what all the best judges declared, would have been in
-four years' time the best trotter on all the south shore,
-and worth a hundred francs if a penny."</p>
-
-<p>"Oh, to the devil with you!" replied Uncle Raoul.
-"Go and tell Lisette to give you a good drink of brandy,
-to console you for the loss of your filly. These scoundrels,"
-adds Uncle Raoul, "drink more of our brandy
-than their rents will ever pay for."</p>
-
-<p>The <i>habitant</i>, going into the kitchen, remarks to
-Lisette with a chuckle: "I've had a bad job with Uncle
-Raoul; he even threatened to haul me up before the
-courts."</p>
-
-<p>As Uncle Raoul was very devout after his fashion,
-he failed not to tell his beads and read his primer daily.
-In singular contrast with this devotion, however, his
-leisure moments were occupied in cursing, with an edifying
-fervor, his enemies the English, who had broken a
-leg for him at the capture of Louisburg. It was this
-accident which had compelled him to relinquish the life
-of a soldier.</p>
-
-<p>When the young men arrived before the manor-house,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">109</a></span>
-they were astonished at the sight that met their
-eyes. Not only were all the rooms lit up, but also some
-of the out-buildings. There was an unaccustomed stir,
-a strange hurrying to and fro. As the whole yard was
-illuminated by the blaze of lights, they could distinguish
-six men armed with guns and axes and seated on
-a log.</p>
-
-<p>"I perceive," remarked Archie, "that the lord of the
-manor has called out his guard to give us a fitting reception,
-just as I predicted."</p>
-
-<p>José, who did not understand this sort of chaffing,
-shifted his pipe from one corner of his mouth to the
-other, muttered something between his teeth, and began
-to smoke fiercely.</p>
-
-<p>"I can not tell why my father's guards, as you do
-them the honor to call them, are under arms," answered
-Jules, laughing, "unless it is that they are expecting an
-attack from our friends the Iroquois. But, come on,
-we'll soon solve the problem."</p>
-
-<p>As they entered the yard the six men rose simultaneously
-and came forward to welcome their young master
-and his friend.</p>
-
-<p>"What, you here!" exclaimed Jules, grasping their
-hands cordially; "you, Father Chouinard! you, Julien!
-and Alexis Dubé, and Father Tontaine, and François
-Maurice, the incorrigible! Why, I thought the parish
-would have taken advantage of my absence to rise as
-one man and chuck you into the St. Lawrence, as a
-proper punishment for the infernal tricks you play on
-peaceable people."</p>
-
-<p>"Our young seigneur," said Maurice, "always has
-his joke ready; but, if they were to drown all those who
-put other folk into a rage, I know some one who would
-have got his deserts long ago."</p>
-
-<p>"You think so!" said Jules, laughing. "Perhaps<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">110</a></span>
-that all comes from the bad milk on which I was nursed.
-Remember that it was at the breast of your own dear
-mother I was nourished. But, to change the subject,
-what in the mischief are you all doing here at this hour?
-Are you gaping at the stars and moon?"</p>
-
-<p>"There are twelve of us," said Father Chouinard.
-"We are taking turns in guarding the May-pole which
-we are going to present to your honored father to-morrow.
-Six are in the house, having a good time, while
-we are taking the first watch."</p>
-
-<p>"I should have thought that the May-pole might
-safely have been left to guard itself," said Jules. "I
-don't think there is anybody crazy enough to get out of
-his warm bed for the pleasure of breaking his back in
-dragging away this venerable timber, at least while there
-are May-poles on all sides to be had for the cutting."</p>
-
-<p>"You are off there, young master," answered Chouinard.
-"You see there are always some folks jealous because
-they have not been invited to the May-feast. It
-was only last year some scoundrels who had been invited
-to stay at home had the audacity to saw up, during
-the night, the May-pole which the folks of Ste.
-Anne were going to present to Captain Besse. Think
-of the poor peoples' feelings when they gathered in the
-morning and saw that their fine tree was nothing more
-nor less than so much firewood!"</p>
-
-<p>Jules burst out laughing at a trick which he could so
-well appreciate.</p>
-
-<p>"Laugh as much as you like," said Father Tontaine,
-"but t'ain't hardly Christian to put up tricks like that.
-You understand," he added seriously, "we don't think
-no such trick is going to be played on our good master;
-but there be always some rascals everywhere, so we're
-taking our precautions."</p>
-
-<p>"I am a poor man," interposed Alexis Dubé, "but<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">111</a></span>
-not for all I own would I see such an insult put on our
-captain."</p>
-
-<p>The others spoke to the same effect, but Jules was
-already in the arms of his family, while the worthy
-<i>habitants</i> went on muttering their imprecations against
-the imaginary, though improbable, wretches who would
-have the hardihood to cut up the good fir log which
-they were going to present to their seigneur on the morrow.
-It may be suspected that the liberal cups and
-ample supper of May-day eve, together with the sure
-anticipation of a toothsome breakfast, were not without
-their effect on the zeal of the honest <i>habitants</i>.</p>
-
-<p>"Come," said Jules to his friend after supper, "let
-us go and see the preparations for the May-day feast.
-As neither of us has had the advantage of being present
-at those famous nuptials of the opulent Gamache,
-which so ravished the heart of Sancho Panza, the present
-occasion may give us some faint idea of that entertainment."</p>
-
-<p>In the kitchen all was bustle and confusion. The
-laughing shrill voices of the women were mixed with
-those of the six men off guard, who were occupied in
-drinking, smoking, and chaffing. Three servants, armed
-each with a frying-pan, were making, or, to use the
-common expression, "turning" pancakes over the fire
-in an ample fireplace, whose flames threw ruddy lights
-and shadows, <i>à la</i> Rembrandt, over the merry faces
-thronging the great kitchen. Some of the neighbor
-women, armed with dish and spoon and seated at a long
-table, kept dropping into the frying-pans, as fast as they
-were emptied, the liquid paste of which the pancakes
-were made; while others sprinkled them with maple
-sugar as they were piled upon the plates. A great kettle,
-half full of boiling lard, received the doughnuts which
-two cooks kept incessantly dropping in and ladling out.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">112</a></span></p>
-
-<p>The faithful José, the right hand of the establishment,
-seemed to be everywhere at once on these solemn
-occasions.</p>
-
-<p>Seated at the end of a table, coat thrown off, sleeves
-of his shirt rolled up to the elbows, his inseparable knife
-in hand, he was hacking fiercely at a great loaf of maple-sugar
-and at the same time urging on two servants who
-were engaged at the same task. The next moment he
-was running for fine flour and eggs, as the pancake
-paste got low in the bowls; nor did he forget to visit
-the refreshment table from time to time to assure himself
-that nothing was lacking, or to take a drink with his
-friends.</p>
-
-<p>Jules and Archie passed from the kitchen to the
-bake-house, where the cooks were taking out of the oven
-a batch of pies, shaped like half-moons and about fourteen
-inches long; while quarters of veal and mutton,
-spare-ribs, and cutlets of fresh pork, ranged around in
-pans, waited to take their places in the oven. Their
-last visit was to the wash-house where, in a ten-gallon
-caldron, bubbled a stew of pork and mutton for the special
-delectation of the old folks whose jaws had grown
-feeble.</p>
-
-<p>"Why!" exclaimed Archie, "it is a veritable feast
-of Sardanapalus&mdash;a feast to last six months!"</p>
-
-<p>"But you have only seen a part of it," said Jules.
-"The dessert is yet ahead of us. I had imagined, however,
-that you knew more about the customs of our <i>habitants</i>.
-If at the end of the feast the table were not as
-well supplied as at the beginning, the host would be accused
-of stinginess. Whenever a dish even threatens to
-become empty, you will see the servants hasten to replace
-it."</p>
-
-<p>"I am the more surprised at that," said Archie, "because
-your <i>habitants</i> are generally economical, even to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">113</a></span>
-the point of meanness. How do you reconcile this with
-the great waste which must take place after a feast?"</p>
-
-<p>"Our <i>habitants</i>, scattered wide apart over all New
-France, and consequently deprived of markets during
-spring, summer, and autumn, live then on nothing but
-salt meat, bread, and milk, and, except in the infrequent
-case of a wedding, they rarely give a feast at either of
-those seasons. In winter, on the other hand, there is a
-lavish abundance of fresh meats of all kinds; there is a
-universal feasting, and hospitality is carried to an extreme
-from Christmas time to Lent; there is a perpetual
-interchange of visits. Four or five <i>carrioles</i>, containing
-a dozen people, drive up; the horses are unhitched, the
-visitors take off their wraps, the table is set, and in an
-hour or so it is loaded down with smoking dishes."</p>
-
-<p>"Your <i>habitants</i> must possess Aladdin's lamp!" exclaimed
-Archie.</p>
-
-<p>"You must understand," said Jules, "that if the
-<i>habitants'</i> wives had to make such preparations as are
-necessary in higher circles, their hospitality would be
-much restricted or even put a stop to, for few of them
-are able to keep a servant. As it is, however, their social
-diversions are little more trouble to them than to
-their husbands. Their method is very simple. From
-time to time, in their leisure moments, they cook three
-or four batches of various kinds of meat, which in our
-climate keeps without difficulty; when visitors come, all
-they have to do is to warm up these dishes in their
-ovens, which at this season of the year are kept hot
-enough to roast an ox. The <i>habitants</i> abhor cold meat.
-It is good to see our Canadian women, so gay at all
-times, making ready these hasty banquets&mdash;to see them
-tripping about, lilting a bit of a song, or mixing in the
-general chatter, and dancing backward and forward between
-the table and the stove. Josephte sits down<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">114</a></span>
-among her guests, but jumps up to wait upon them
-twenty times during the meal. She keeps up her singing
-and her chaffing, and makes everybody as merry as
-herself.</p>
-
-<p>"You will, doubtless, imagine that these warmed-up
-dishes lose a good deal of their flavor; but habit is second
-nature, and our <i>habitants</i> do not find fault. Moreover,
-as their taste is more wholesome and natural than
-ours, I imagine that these dinners, washed down with a
-few glasses of brandy, leave them little cause to envy us.
-But we shall return to this subject later on; let us now
-rejoin my father and mother, who are probably getting
-impatient at our absence. I merely wanted to initiate
-you a little beforehand in the customs of our <i>habitants</i>,
-whom you have never before observed in their winter
-life."</p>
-
-<p>Everybody sat up late that night at D'Haberville
-Manor. There was so much to talk about. It was not
-till the small hours that the good-nights were said; and
-soon the watchers of the May-pole were the only ones
-left awake in the manor house of St. Jean-Port-Joli.</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">115</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_VII">CHAPTER VII.<br />
-<span class="chapsmall">THE MAY-FEAST.</span></h2>
-</div>
-
-
-<div class="poetry"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"><span class="i0">Le premier jour de Mai,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Labourez,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">J'm'en fus planter un mai,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Labourez,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">A la porte à ma mie.<br /></span></div></div></div>
-
-<p class="right"><i>Ancienne Chanson.</i><br /></p>
-
-<p>It was scarcely five o'clock in the morning when
-Jules, who slept like a cat, shouted to Lochiel in the
-next room that it was high time they were up; but as
-the latter would make no response, Jules took the surest
-way of arousing him by getting up himself. Arming
-himself with a towel dipped in cold water, he entered
-his friend's bedroom and squeezed the icy fluid in his
-face. In spite of his aquatic inclinations, Archie found
-this attention very little to his taste; he snatched the
-towel, rolled it into a ball, and hurled it at Jules's head.
-Then he turned over and was preparing to go to sleep
-again, when Jules snatched off all the bed-clothes. It
-looked as if the fortress, in this extremity, had nothing
-to do but surrender at discretion; but the garrison, in
-the person of Lochiel, was more numerous than the besieging
-force in the person of Jules, and, shaking the
-latter fiercely, he asked if sleeping was forbidden at
-D'Haberville Manor. He was even proceeding to hurl
-the besieger from the ramparts when Jules, struggling
-in his adversary's mighty arms, begged him to listen a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">116</a></span>
-moment before inflicting such a disgrace upon a future
-soldier of France.</p>
-
-<p>"What have you to say for yourself, you wretched
-boy?" exclaimed Archie, now thoroughly awake. Is it
-not enough for you that all day long you give me no
-peace, but even in the night you must come and torment
-me?"</p>
-
-<p>"I am grieved, indeed," said Jules, "at having interrupted
-your slumbers; but as our folk have to set up
-another May-pole at the place of Bélanger of the Cross,
-a good mile and a half from here, they intend to present
-my father with his at six o'clock; and if you don't
-want to lose any of the ceremony it is time for you to
-dress. I declare, I thought everybody was like myself,
-wrapped up in everything that can bring us more in touch
-with our <i>habitants</i>. I do not know anything that moves
-me more than this sympathy between my father and his
-tenants, between our family and these brave lads; moreover,
-as my adopted brother, you will have your part to
-play in the approaching spectacle."</p>
-
-<p>As soon as the young men had finished dressing,
-they passed from their room to one which looked out on
-the yard, where a lively scene met their view. There
-were at least a hundred <i>habitants</i> scattered about in
-groups. With their long guns, their powder-horns suspended
-from the neck, their tomahawks stuck in the girdle,
-their inseparable axes, they looked less like peaceful
-tillers of the soil than a band of desperadoes ready for
-a foray.</p>
-
-<p>Lochiel was much amused by the spectacle, and
-wished to go out and join the groups, but Jules vetoed
-his proposal, saying that it would be contrary to etiquette.
-He explained that the family were all supposed to be
-unaware of what was going on outside, no matter how
-great the noise and excitement. Some were decorating<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">117</a></span>
-the May-pole, others were digging the hole in which it
-was to be planted, while yet others were sharpening long
-stakes to be used in bracing it firmly. As for the May-pole
-itself, it was of the utmost simplicity. It consisted
-of a tall fir tree, with its branches cut off and peeled to
-within two or three feet of the top. Here a tuft of
-greenery, about three feet long, was permitted to remain,
-and dignified with the title of "the bouquet." This
-"bouquet" was ornamental enough so long as it kept
-green, but when withered by the heat of summer its
-appearance became anything but cheerful. A rod six
-feet long, painted red, surmounted with a green weather
-cock and adorned with a large red ball, was thrust between
-the branches of "the bouquet" and nailed to the
-tree, which completed the decoration of the May-pole.
-It is necessary to add that strong wooden pegs, driven
-into the trunk at regular intervals, facilitated the climbing
-of the May-pole, and served also as points of support
-for the props by aid of which it was raised into position.</p>
-
-<p>The firing of a gun before the main entrance announced
-that every thing was ready. Immediately on
-this signal the seigneur and his family gathered in the
-drawing-room to receive the deputation which would
-follow immediately after the report. The seigneur occupied
-a great arm-chair, with Lady D'Haberville seated
-at his right and his son Jules at his left. Uncle Raoul,
-erect and leaning upon his sword, stood immediately behind
-this first group, between Blanche and Madame de
-Beaumont who were seated. Archie stood at Blanche's
-left. They were scarcely in position when two old men,
-introduced by José, the major-domo, approached Seigneur
-D'Haberville, saluted him with that courteous air
-which was natural to the early Canadians and begged
-his permission to plant a May-pole before his threshold.
-This permission granted, the deputation withdrew and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">118</a></span>
-acquainted the crowd with their success. Everybody
-then knelt down and prayed for protection throughout
-the day. In about fifteen minutes the May-pole rose
-over the crowd with a slow, majestic motion, and its
-green top looked down upon all the buildings surrounding
-it. A few minutes more and it was firmly planted.</p>
-
-<p>A second gunshot announced a new deputation, and
-the same two old men, carrying their guns, escorted in
-two of the leading <i>habitants</i>. One of the <i>habitants</i> carried
-a little greenish goblet, two inches high, on a plate
-of faïence, while the other bore a bottle of brandy. Introduced
-by the indispensable José, they begged the
-seigneur to come and receive the May-pole which he had
-so graciously consented to accept. Upon the seigneur's
-response, one of the old men added:</p>
-
-<p>"Would our seigneur be pleased to 'wet' the Maypole
-before he blackens it?" With these words he
-handed the seigneur a gun and a glass of brandy.</p>
-
-<p>"We will 'wet' it together, my friends," said M.
-D'Haberville, making a sign to José, who at once hastened
-forward with a tray containing four glasses of the
-same cordial fluid. Then the seigneur rose, touched
-glasses with the four delegates, swallowed at a draught
-their brandy, which he pronounced excellent, took up
-the gun and started for the door, followed by all that
-were in the room.</p>
-
-<p>As soon as he appeared on the threshold a young
-man clambered up the May-pole with the nimbleness of
-a squirrel, gave three twirls to the weather-cock, and
-shouted: "Long live the King! Long live the Seigneur
-D'Haberville!" And the crowd yelled after him with
-all the vigor of their lungs: "Long live the King! Long
-live the Seigneur D'Haberville!" Meanwhile the young
-man had clambered down again, cutting off with his
-tomahawk as he descended all the pegs of the May-pole.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">119</a></span></p>
-
-<p>Thereupon the seigneur proceeded to blacken the
-May-pole by firing at it a blank charge from his musket.
-The other members of the family followed his example
-in the order of their rank, the ladies firing as well as the
-men.</p>
-
-<p>Then followed a rattling <i>feu-de-joie</i>, which lasted a
-good half-hour. One might have fancied the manor
-house was besieged by a hostile army. The May-pole,
-so white before, seemed suddenly to have been painted
-black, so zealous were all to do it honor. Indeed, the
-more powder one could burn on this occasion, the
-greater the compliment to him for whom the May-pole
-was erected.</p>
-
-<p>As every pleasure comes to an end, M. D'Haberville
-seized a moment when the firing appeared to slacken a
-little to invite the crowd in to breakfast. There was
-another rattling discharge by way of temporary farewell
-to the May-pole, some splinters of which were now scattered
-about the ground beneath, and every one moved
-silently into the house.</p>
-
-<p>The seigneur, the ladies, and a dozen of the oldest
-among the leading <i>habitants</i>, were seated at a table in
-the seigneurial dining-room. This table was set with
-the plain dishes, wines, and coffee which constituted a
-Canadian breakfast among the upper classes; there was
-added also to gratify the guests some excellent brandy,
-and some sugar-cakes in lieu of bread.</p>
-
-<p>It was no offense to the other guests to be excluded
-from this table; they were proud, on the contrary, of
-the compliment paid to their more venerable relations
-and friends.</p>
-
-<p>The second table in the adjoining room, where
-Uncle Raoul presided, was supplied as would have been
-that of a rich <i>habitant</i> on a similar occasion. Besides
-the superfluity of viands already enumerated, each guest<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">120</a></span>
-found beside his plate the inevitable sugar-cake, a cruller,
-a tart about five inches in diameter and more rich
-in paste than in jam, and an unlimited supply of brandy.
-There were also some bottles of wine on the table, to
-which nobody paid the least attention; to use their own
-energetic expression, it did not "scratch the throat
-enough." The wine was placed there chiefly for the
-women, who were occupied in serving the breakfast, and
-who would take their places at the table after the men's
-departure. Josephte would take a glass or two of wine
-without much pressing after she had had her accustomed
-appetizer.</p>
-
-<p>Over the third table, spread in the mighty kitchen,
-presided Jules, with Archie to assist him. This was the
-table for the young men, and it was supplied like that of
-Uncle Raoul. While there was gayety enough at the
-first two tables, there was at the same time a certain
-decorum observed; but at the third, especially toward
-the end of the repast, which lasted far on into the morning,
-there was such a perpetual applause that one could
-hardly hear himself speak.</p>
-
-<p>The reader is much deceived if he imagines that
-the May-pole was all this time enjoying repose. Almost
-every moment one or other of the guests would
-get up, run out and fire his gun at the May-pole, and
-return to his place at the table after this act of
-courtesy.</p>
-
-<p>At the beginning of dessert the seigneur, accompanied
-by the ladies, visited the second and third tables, where
-they were rapturously received. A friendly word was
-on his lips for every one. He drank the health of his
-tenants, and his tenants drank to himself and his family,
-to the accompaniment of the reports of twenty muskets,
-which were blazing away outside.</p>
-
-<p>This ceremony at an end, the seigneur returned to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">121</a></span>
-his own table, where he was induced to sing a little
-song, in the chorus of which all joined.</p>
-
-
-<div class="poetry"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"Oh, here's to the hero,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">The hero, the hero;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Oh, here's to the hero<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">That taught men to dine!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">When joy is at zero,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">At zero, at zero;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">When joy is at zero,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">What solace like wine!<br /></span>
-<br />
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><i>Chorus.</i> Till he's drunk, or quite near it,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">No soldier will shrink,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">But cry shame on the spirit<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Too craven to drink.<br /></span>
-<br /></div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"When we taste the rare liquor,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Rare liquor, rare liquor;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">When we taste the rare liquor<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">That tickles our throats,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Our hearts they beat quicker,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Beat quicker, beat quicker;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Our hearts they beat quicker,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Which clearly denotes<br /></span>
-<br /></div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><i>Chorus.</i> That till drunk, or quite near it,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">No soldier should shrink,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">But cry shame on the spirit<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Too craven to drink."<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-
-<p>Scarcely was this song ended when the sonorous
-voice of Uncle Raoul arose:</p>
-
-
-<div class="poetry"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"Oh, I am a drinker, I,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">For I'm built that way;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Let every man stick to his taste,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Each dog have his day!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The drinker he frights dull care<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">To flight with a song&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">He serves the jolliest god,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">And he serves him long!<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-<p class="center">
-<i>Chorus.</i> Oh, I am a drinker, I, etc.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">122</a></span>
-</p>
-
-
-<div class="poetry"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"Let José go fighting and put<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">The Dutchman to rout,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">But I'll win my laurels at home<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">In the drinking-bout!<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<p class="center">
-<i>Chorus.</i> Oh, I am a drinker, I, etc."
-</p>
-
-<p>"Your turn now, young master!" cried the third
-table. "Our elders have set us the proper example to
-follow."</p>
-
-<p>"With all my heart," replied Jules; and he sang the
-following verses:</p>
-
-
-<div class="poetry"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"God Bacchus, throned upon a cask,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Hath bid me love the bell-mouthed flask;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Hath bid me vow these lips of mine<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Shall own no drink but wine!<br /></span>
-<br /></div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><i>Chorus.</i> But wine, boys, but wine!<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">We'll drain, we'll drain the bottles dry,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And swear the drink divine!<br /></span>
-<br /></div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"Nor emperor nor king may know<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">The joys that from our bumpers flow&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The mirth that makes the dullest shine&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Who owns no drink but wine!<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-<p class="center">
-<i>Chorus.</i> But wine, boys, but wine! etc.</p>
-
-<div class="poetry"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"Let wives go knit and sweethearts spin,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">We've wine to drown our troubles in.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">We'll sing the praises of the vine,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">And own no drink but wine!<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<p class="center">
-<i>Chorus.</i> But wine, boys, but wine! etc."
-</p>
-
-<p>The example once set by the hosts, everybody made
-haste to follow it, and song succeeded song with ever-increasing
-fervor. Then Father Chouinard, a retired
-veteran of the French army after two songs which won
-great applause, suggested that it was time to withdraw.
-He thanked the seigneur for his hospitality, and proposed<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">123</a></span>
-to drink his health once again&mdash;a proposition
-which was received with loud enthusiasm.</p>
-
-<p>After this the joyous throng took its departure singing,
-with the accompaniment of musket-shots, whose
-echoes, thrown back by the bluff, appeared to linger reluctantly
-behind them.</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">124</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_VIII">CHAPTER VIII.<br />
-<span class="chapsmall">THE FEAST OF ST. JEAN-BAPTISTE.</span></h2>
-</div>
-
-<p>Every parish used to keep holiday on the feast of
-its patron saint. The feast of St. John the Baptist, the
-patron of the parish of St. Jean-Port-Joli, falling in the
-most delightful season of the year, never failed to attract
-a host of pilgrims, even from the remotest parishes.
-The <i>habitant</i>, kept very busy with his farm-work,
-was ready by this time for a little rest, and the fine
-weather was an invitation to the road. In every family
-grand preparations were made for this important occasion.
-Within doors there was great cleaning up; the whitewash
-brush went everywhere; the floors were scrubbed and
-strewed with pine-needles; the fatted calf was killed, and
-the shopkeepers drove a thriving trade in drinks. Thus
-by the twenty-third day of June, the eve of the feast,
-every house was thronged with pilgrims from the manor
-and the presbytery down.</p>
-
-<p>The seigneur used to present the consecrated bread;
-while the collection at the high mass was taken up by two
-young gentlemen and two young ladies, friends of the
-seigneur, invited down from Quebec long beforehand. For
-the consecrated bread and for the little cakes (<i>cousins</i>)
-which accompanied it there was no small need in that
-multitude which thronged not only the church, but the
-surrounding yard. All the doors of the church stood
-wide open, that everybody might have his share in the
-service.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">125</a></span></p>
-
-<p>It was an understood thing that the seigneur and his
-friends should dine that day at the presbytery, and that
-the curé and his friends should take supper at the manor
-house. Very many of the <i>habitants</i>, too far away from
-home to go and come between mass and vespers, took
-lunch in the little wood of cedars, pines, and firs which
-covered the valley between the church and the St. Lawrence.
-Nothing can be imagined more picturesque and
-bright than the groups scattered over the mossy green,
-and gathered merrily around their snowy tablecloths.
-The curé and his guests never failed to visit the picnickers
-and exchange a few words with the men.</p>
-
-<p>On all sides rose rude booths, after the fashion of
-wigwams, covered with branches of maple and spruce,
-wherein refreshments were sold. In a monotonous
-voice, with strong emphasis on the first and last words,
-the proprietors kept crying incessantly, "Good beer for
-sale here!" And all the papas and the amorous gallants,
-coaxed up for the occasion, would fumble dubiously
-in the depths of their wallets for the wherewith
-to treat youngster or sweetheart.</p>
-
-<p>The <i>habitants</i> had preserved an impressive ceremony
-handed down from their Norman ancestors. This ceremony
-consisted of a huge bonfire at sunset of the eve
-of St. Jean-Baptiste. An octagonal pyramid, about ten
-feet high, was constructed before the main entrance of
-the church. Covered with branches of fir interwoven
-amid the strips of cedar which formed its surface, this
-structure was eminently ornamental. The curé, accompanied
-by his assistants, marched out and recited certain
-prayers belonging to the occasion; then, after having
-blessed the structure, he set a torch to the little piles
-of straw arranged at the eight corners of the pyramid.
-Straightway the whole pile burst crackling into flame,
-amid the shouts and gun-firing of the crowd which<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">126</a></span>
-remained in attendance till the pyramid was burned to
-ashes.</p>
-
-<p>At this joyous ceremony, Blanche D'Haberville did
-not fail to assist, in company with Jules, Lochiel, and
-Uncle Raoul. A malicious critic, observing Uncle
-Raoul as he stood leaning on his sword a little in advance
-of the throng, might have been reminded of the
-late lamented Vulcan of game-legged memory, so lurid
-and grotesque an effect was cast upon his figure; which
-by no means prevented Uncle Raoul from considering
-himself the most important personage present.</p>
-
-<p>Uncle Raoul had a very good and sufficient reason
-for taking part in the bonfire. It was the day of the
-salmon sale. Every <i>habitant</i> who stretched a net came
-to sell his first salmon at the church door for the benefit
-of the souls in purgatory; in other words, with the
-money obtained for the fish he would pay for a mass to
-be said for the souls about which he was most concerned.
-The auctioneer announcing the object of the
-sale, all strove to outbid each other. Nothing could be
-more touching than this closeness of communion between
-friends and relations beyond the grave, this anxious
-concern extending even to the invisible world.
-Our brethren of other creeds shed, indeed, as we do, the
-bitterest of tears over the tomb which covers away their
-dearest, but there they cease their solicitude and their
-devotion.</p>
-
-<p>When I was a child my mother taught me to conclude
-all my prayers with this appeal: "Receive, O
-Lord, soon into thy blessed paradise the souls of my
-grandfather and grandmother." My prayers were then
-for kinsfolk few in number and unknown to me. Now,
-alas, in my old age, how many names would have to
-pass my lips were I to enumerate in my prayers all the
-loved ones who have left me!</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">127</a></span></p>
-
-<p>It was some time after dark when Uncle Raoul,
-Blanche, Jules, and Archie quitted the presbytery where
-they had taken supper. Uncle Raoul, who had a smattering
-of astronomy, explained to his niece, as they drove
-along, the mysteries of the starry vault, marvels of
-which, for all the efforts of their professor in astronomy,
-our young men knew but little.</p>
-
-<p>The young men were in high spirits, and, excited by
-the splendor of the night in mid-forest, they laid aside
-their decorum and began a host of antics, in spite of the
-frowns of Blanche, who dreaded lest they should displease
-her uncle.</p>
-
-<p>The road followed the banks of the St. Lawrence.
-It was bordered by thick woods, with here and there a
-clearing through which was commanded a perfect view
-of the giant stream. Coming to one of these clearings,
-where they could sweep the whole river from Cape
-Tourmente to Malbaie, Archie was unable to repress a
-cry of surprise, and, turning to Uncle Raoul, he said:</p>
-
-<p>"You, sir who explain so well the marvels of the
-heaven, might I beg you to lower your gaze to earth a
-moment and tell me the meaning of all those lights
-which are flashing along the north shore as far as eye
-can see? Verily, I begin to believe José's story. Canada
-appears to be that land of goblins, imps, and witches
-of which my nurse used to tell me amid my Scottish
-hills."</p>
-
-<p>"Ah," said Uncle Raoul, "let us stop here a moment.
-That is the people of the north shore sending
-messages to their friends and relations on this side, according
-to their custom on the eve of St. Jean-Baptiste.
-They need neither pen nor ink for their communications.
-Let us begin at Eboulements: Eleven
-adults have died in that parish since autumn, three of
-them in one house, that of my friend Dufour. The<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">128</a></span>
-family must have been visited by small-pox or some
-malignant fever, for those Dufours are vigorous and all
-in the prime of life. The Tremblays are well, which I
-am glad to perceive; they are worthy people. At Bonneau's
-somebody is sick, probably the grandmother,
-who is getting well on in years. There is a child dead at
-Bélair's house. I fear it is their only child, as theirs is
-a young household."</p>
-
-<p>Thus Uncle Raoul ran on for some time gathering
-news of his friends at Eboulements, at Isle aux Coudres,
-and at Petite-Rivière.</p>
-
-<p>"I understand without having the key," said Lochiel.
-"Those are certain prearranged signals which are exchanged
-between the dwellers on the opposite shores in
-order to communicate matters of personal interest."</p>
-
-<p>"Yes," answered Uncle Raoul; "and if we were on
-the north shore we should observe similar signals on
-this side. If a fire burns long and steadily, that is good
-news; if it sinks gradually, that is a sign of sickness;
-if it is extinguished suddenly, that means death; if it
-is so extinguished more than once, that signifies so many
-deaths. For a grown person, a strong blaze; for a child,
-a feeble one. The means of intercourse being scanty
-enough even in summer, and entirely cut off during
-winter, the <i>habitants</i>, made ingenious by necessity, have
-invented this simple expedient.</p>
-
-<p>"The same signals," continued Uncle Raoul, "are
-understood by all the sailors, who use them in time of
-wreck to convey information of their distress. Only
-last year five of our best huntsmen would have starved
-to death but for this on the shoals of the Loups-Marins.
-Toward the middle of March there was a sudden
-change in the weather. The ice went out all at once
-and the ducks, geese, and brant made their appearance
-in astonishing numbers. Five of our hunters, well supplied<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">129</a></span>
-with provisions&mdash;for the weather is treacherous in
-Canada&mdash;set out at once for the Loups-Marins; but the
-birds were so numerous that they left their provisions
-in the canoe (which they tied carelessly in front of their
-hut), and ran to take their places in the ditch which
-they had to get scooped out before the return of the
-tide. This ditch, you must know, is a trough dug in
-the mud to a depth of three or four feet, wherein the
-hunter lies in wait for his game, which are very wary, the
-geese and brant particularly. It is a wretchedly uncomfortable
-kind of hunting, for you have to crouch in these
-holes, with your dog, often for seven or eight hours at a
-stretch. You have no lack of occupation to kill time,
-however, for you have to keep bailing out the muddy
-water which threatens to drown you.</p>
-
-<p>"All was in proper shape, and our hunters were expecting
-with the rising tide an ample reward for their
-pains, when suddenly there came up a frightful storm.
-The sleet was driven by the wind in such dense clouds
-that the birds could not be seen six feet away. Our
-hunters, having waited patiently until flood tide, which
-drove them from their posts, returned to their hut, where
-a dreadful surprise awaited them; their canoe had been
-carried away by the storm, and there remained, to feed
-five men, only one loaf of bread and one bottle of
-brandy, which they had taken into the hut on their
-arrival, that they might indulge in a snack before getting
-to work. They went to bed without supper, for the
-snow-storm might last three days, and, being about three
-leagues from either shore, it would be impossible, in
-such weather, for their signals of distress to be seen.
-But their calculations fell far short of the fact. A second
-winter had set in. The cold became very severe,
-the snow continued falling for eight days, and the river
-was once more filled with ice as in January.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">130</a></span></p>
-
-<p>Then they began to make their signals, which could
-be seen from both shores; but it was impossible to go
-to their aid. The signals of distress were followed by
-those of death. The fire was lighted every evening and
-immediately extinguished. When three of the party
-were reported dead, some <i>habitants</i>, at the imminent risk
-of their lives, did all that could be expected of the
-bravest men; but in vain, for the river was so thick
-with ice cakes that the canoes were carried up and down
-with the ebb and flow of the tide, and could not get
-near the scene of the disaster. It was not until the
-seventeenth day that they were rescued by a canoe from
-Isle aux Coudres. When the rescuing party arrived they
-heard no sound in the hut, and feared they were too
-late. The sufferers were still alive, however, and after
-a few weeks of care were quite themselves again;
-but they had learned a lesson they were not likely to
-forget, and the next time they go hunting on the Loups-Marins
-they will haul their canoe up out of reach of
-high tide."</p>
-
-<p>At last Uncle Raoul came to an end, just as anybody
-else would.</p>
-
-<p>"Dear uncle," said Blanche, "do you not know a
-song appropriate to so delicious a night as this, and
-so enchanting a scene?"</p>
-
-<p>"Hear! hear!" exclaimed the young men, "a song
-from Uncle Raoul!"</p>
-
-<p>This was assailing the chevalier on his weak point.
-He was a singer, and very proud of it. Without further
-pressing he began, in a splendid tenor voice, the following
-song, which he sang with peculiar feeling as a brave
-hunter adorned with his scars. While acknowledging
-that his verses took many a liberty with the rules of
-rhyme, he declared that these defects were redeemed by
-the vividness and originality of the composition.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">131</a></span></p>
-
-
-<p>UNCLE RAOUL'S SONG.</p>
-
-<blockquote>
-<p>As I was walking, somewhat late,<br />
-A-through a lonely wood and great,<br />
-Hunting partridge, snipe, and cock,<br />
-And careless of the clock,<br />
-I raised my gun to drop a bird,<br />
-When in the bushes something stirred;<br />
-I heard a cry&mdash;and saw the game<br />
-That love alone can tame.<br />
-<br />
-I saw a fair one all alone,<br />
-Lamenting on a mossy stone,<br />
-Her hair about so fair a face<br />
-As lightened that dark place.<br />
-I called my dog to heel, and there<br />
-I fired my gun into the air.<br />
-So loud with fear the lady cried,<br />
-I hastened to her side.<br />
-<br />
-I said to her, I said, "Sweet heart,<br />
-Be comforted, whoe'er thou art.<br />
-I am a valiant cavalier,<br />
-Have thou of me no fear.<br />
-Beholding thee, my lovely one,<br />
-Thus left lamenting and alone,<br />
-I fain would be thy knight-at-arms,<br />
-And shield thee from alarms."<br />
-<br />
-"Oh, succor me, fair sir," she saith,<br />
-"My heart with fear was nigh to death.<br />
-I am benighted and astray,<br />
-Oh, show me, sir, my way!<br />
-Oh, show me, gentle sir, the road,<br />
-For Mary's sake, to mine abode.<br />
-My heart, fair sir, but for your grace,<br />
-Had died in this dark place."<br />
-<br />
-"Now, lady, give thy hand to me.<br />
-Not far the way&mdash;not far with thee.<br />
-Right glad am I to do thee pleasure,<br />
-And I have the leisure.<br /></p>
-</blockquote>
-
-<blockquote>
-<p>But might I crave before we part,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">132</a></span><br />
-Oh, lady dear, oh, fair sweet heart&mdash;<br />
-Might I dare to beg the bliss<br />
-Of one small kiss?"<br />
-<br />
-Saith she, "I can not say thee nay;<br />
-Thy service can I ne'er repay.<br />
-Take one, or even two, or three,<br />
-If so it pleaseth thee.<br />
-More gallant sir was never seen;<br />
-Much honored have my kisses been."<br />
-(This was the last I heard of her)<br />
-"And now farewell, kind sir."<br /></p>
-</blockquote>
-
-<p>"The devil," said Jules, "I perceive, dear sir, that
-you did not waste any time. I will wager, now, that
-you have been a terrible gallant in your younger days,
-and can count your victims by the score. It is so, eh,
-uncle mine? Do tell us some of your conquests."</p>
-
-<p>"Ugly, my dear boy," replied Uncle Raoul, with a
-gratified air, "ugly I certainly am, but very agreeable
-to the ladies."</p>
-
-<p>Jules was going on in the same vein, but seeing the
-way his sister was frowning at him, he bit his lips to
-keep from laughing, and repeated the last four lines:</p>
-
-<div class="poetry"><div class="poem">"'More gallant sir was never seen;<br />
-Much honored have my kisses been'<br />
-(This was the last I heard of her)<br />
-'And now farewell, kind sir.'"</div></div>
-
-<p>The young men continued the singing till they
-reached a clearing, where they saw a fire in the woods a
-little way from the road.</p>
-
-<p>"That is the witch of the manor," said Uncle Raoul.</p>
-
-<p>"I have always forgotten to ask why she was called
-the witch of the manor," said Archie.</p>
-
-<p>"Because she has established herself in this wood,
-which formerly belonged to the D'Haberville estate,"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">133</a></span>
-said Uncle Raoul. "My brother exchanged it for a
-part of his present domain, in order to get nearer his
-mill at Trois Saumons."</p>
-
-<p>"Let us go and see poor old Marie," said Blanche.
-"When I was a child she used to bring me the first
-spring flowers and the first strawberries of the season."</p>
-
-<p>Uncle Raoul made some objections on account of the
-lateness of the hour, but he could refuse Blanche nothing,
-and presently the horses were hitched on the edge
-of the wood and our party were on their way to the
-witch's abode.</p>
-
-<p>The dwelling of old Marie by no means resembled
-that of the Cumæan sybil, or of any other sorceress, ancient
-or modern. It was a sort of patchwork hut, built
-of logs and unquarried stones, and carpeted within with
-many colored mosses. The roof was cone-shaped and
-covered with birch-bark and spruce branches.</p>
-
-<p>Old Marie was seated on a log at the door of her
-hut, cooking something in a frying-pan over a fire which
-was surrounded with stones to keep it from spreading.
-She paid no attention to her visitors, but maintained a
-conversation with some invisible being behind her. She
-kept waving first one hand and then the other behind
-her back, as if attempting to drive away this being, and
-the burden of her utterance was: "Avaunt, avaunt! it
-is you that bring the English here to eat up the
-French!"</p>
-
-<p>"Oh, ho, my prophetess of evil," exclaimed Uncle
-Raoul, "when you get done talking to the devil, would
-you be kind enough to tell me what you mean by that
-threat?"</p>
-
-<p>"Come, Marie," interposed Jules, "tell us if you
-really think you are talking to the devil? You can fool
-the <i>habitants</i>, but you must know that we put no faith in
-such delusions."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">134</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Avaunt! Avaunt!" continued the witch with the
-same gestures, "you that are bringing the English to eat
-up the French."</p>
-
-<p>"I am going to speak to her," said Blanche; "she
-loves me, and I am sure she will answer me."</p>
-
-<p>Approaching the old woman, she laid her hand on
-her shoulder and said gently:</p>
-
-<p>"Do you not know me, my good Marie? Do you
-not recognize <i>la petite seigneuresse</i>, as you used to call
-me?"</p>
-
-<p>The old woman interrupted her monologue and
-looked tenderly at the girl. A tear even gathered in her
-eyes, but could not overflow, so few such were there in
-her burning brain.</p>
-
-<p>"Why, dear Marie, do you lead this wild and vagabond
-life?" exclaimed Blanche. "Why do you live in
-the woods, you who are the wife of a rich <i>habitant</i>, the
-mother of a numerous family? Your poor children,
-brought up by strangers, are crying for their dear mother.
-Mamma and I were looking for you at your house
-after the feast. We were talking to your husband who
-loves you. How unhappy you must be!"</p>
-
-<p>The poor woman sprang upon her seat and her eyes
-shot flames, as she cried, pale with anger:</p>
-
-<p>"Who is it dare speak of my misfortunes? Is it the
-fair young girl, the darling of her parents, who will never
-be wife and mother? Is it the rich and noble lady,
-brought up in silk and fine linen, who will soon, like me,
-have but a hut to shelter her? Woe! Woe! Woe!"</p>
-
-<p>She was about to retire into the forest, but seeing
-Jules much moved, she cried again:</p>
-
-<p>"Is it Jules D'Haberville who is so concerned at my
-wretchedness? Is it, indeed, Jules D'Haberville, bravest
-of the brave, whose bleeding body I see them dragging
-over the Plains of Abraham? Is it, indeed, his blood<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">135</a></span>
-that crimsons the last glorious field of my country?
-Woe! Woe! Woe!"</p>
-
-<p>"This poor woman moves my heart strangely," said
-Lochiel, as she was disappearing in the thicket.</p>
-
-<p>The creature heard him. She returned once more,
-folded her arms, turned upon him a gaze of calm bitterness,
-and said:</p>
-
-<p>"Keep your pity for yourself, Archibald de Lochiel.
-The family fool has no need of your pity! Keep your
-pity for yourself and for your friends! Keep it for
-yourself on that day when, forced to execute a cruel
-order, you shall tear with your nails that breast that
-hides a noble and generous heart! Keep it for your
-friends, Archibald de Lochiel, on that day when you
-shall set the torch to their peaceful dwellings, that day
-when the old and feeble, the women and the children, shall
-flee before you as sheep before the wolf! Keep your
-pity! You will need it all when you carry in your arms
-the bleeding body of him you call your brother! I have
-but one grief at this hour, Archibald de Lochiel, it is
-that I have no curse to utter against you. Woe! Woe!
-Woe!" And she disappeared into the forest.</p>
-
-<p>"May I be choked by an Englishman," said Uncle
-Raoul, "if poor silly Marie has not shown herself tonight
-a sorceress of the approved type, the type which
-has been celebrated by poets ancient and modern. I
-wonder what mad weed she has been rubbing against,
-she who is always so polite and gentle with us."</p>
-
-<p>All agreed that they had never heard anything like
-it before. The rest of the drive was passed in silence;
-for, though attaching no credence to the witch's words,
-they could not at once throw off their ominous influence.</p>
-
-<p>On their arrival at the manor house, however, where
-they found a number of friends awaiting them, this little
-cloud was soon scattered.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">136</a></span></p>
-
-<p>The joyous laughter of the party could be heard
-even to the highway, and the echoes of the bluff were
-kept busy repeating the refrain:</p>
-
-<div class="poetry"><div class="poem">"Ramenez vos moutons, bergère,<br />
-Belle bergère, vos moutons."<br /></div></div>
-
-<p>The dancers had broken one of the chains of their
-dance, and were running everywhere, one behind the
-other, around the vast court-yard. They surrounded
-the chevalier's carriage, the chain reunited, and they
-began dancing round and round, crying to Mademoiselle
-D'Haberville, "Descend, fair shepherdess."</p>
-
-<p>Blanche sprang lightly out of the carriage. The
-leader of the dance at once whisked her off, and began
-to sing:</p>
-
-
-<div class="poetry"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"Hail to the fairest in the land!<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">(Hail to the fairest in the land!)<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">"Now I take you by the hand.<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">(Now I take you by the hand.)<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">I lead you here, I lead you there;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Bring back your sheep, O shepherdess fair.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Bring back your sheep and with care them keep,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Shepherdess fair, bring back your sheep.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Bring back, bring back, bring back with care,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Bring back your sheep, O shepherdess fair!"<br /></span>
-</div></div></div>
-
-
-<p>After making several more rounds, with the chevalier's
-carriage in the middle, and all the time singing:</p>
-
-<div class="poetry"><div class="poem">"Ramenez, ramenez, ramenez donc,<br />
-Belle bergère, vos moutons."<br /></div></div>
-
-<p>They at length broke up the chain, and all danced merrily
-into the house.</p>
-
-<p>Uncle Raoul, at last set at liberty by the inexorable
-dancers, descended as he could from the carriage and
-hastened to join the party at the supper-table.</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">137</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_IX">CHAPTER IX.<br />
-<span class="chapsmall">"THE GOOD GENTLEMAN."</span></h2>
-</div>
-
-<blockquote>
-<p>Tout homme qui, à quarante ans, n'est pas misanthrope, n'a jamais
-aimé les hommes.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Champfort.</span></p></blockquote>
-
-<blockquote>
-<p>J'ai été prodigieusement fier jusqu'à quarente-cinq ans: mais le malheur
-m'a bien courbé et m'a rendu aussi humble que j'étais fier. Ah!
-c'est une grande école que le malheur! j'ai appris à me courber et à
-m'humilier sous la main de Dieu.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Chenedollé.</span></p></blockquote>
-
-<p>The two months which Jules had to spend with his
-family before his departure for Europe had come to an
-end, and the vessel in which he had taken passage was
-to sail in two or three days. Lochiel was at Quebec,
-making preparations for a voyage which could hardly
-take less than two months. Abundant provisions were
-necessary, and Seigneur D'Haberville had intrusted this
-point to the young Scotchman's care, while Jules's mother
-and sister were loading down the young men's valises
-with all the comforts and dainties they could think of.
-As the time drew near for a separation which might be
-forever, Jules was drawn closer and closer to his family,
-whom he could hardly bear to leave even for a moment.
-One day, however, he remarked:</p>
-
-<p>"As you know, I promised 'the good gentleman'
-that I would go and stay a night with him before my
-departure. I will be back to-morrow morning in time to
-breakfast with you."</p>
-
-<p>With these words, he picked up his gun and started<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">138</a></span>
-for the woods, in order to take a short cut and have a
-little hunting by the way.</p>
-
-<p>M. d'Egmont, whom everybody called "the good
-gentleman," dwelt in a cottage on the Trois Saumons
-River, about three quarters of a league from
-the manor house. With him there lived a faithful follower
-who had shared alike his good and his evil fortunes.
-André Franc&oelig;ur was of the same age as his
-master, and was also his foster-brother. Having been
-the playfellow of his childhood, and the trusted friend
-rather than the valet of his riper years, André Franc&oelig;ur
-had found it as natural to follow D'Egmont's fortunes
-in adversity as in prosperity.</p>
-
-<p>D'Egmont and his servant were living on the interest
-of a small capital which they had in common. One
-might even say that the savings of the valet were even
-greater than those of the master. Was it consistent
-with D'Egmont's honor to be thus, in a way, dependent
-on his own servant? Many will answer no; but "the
-good gentleman" argued otherwise.</p>
-
-<p>"When I was rich I spent my wealth for my friends,
-and how have my friends rewarded me? André, alone,
-has shown himself grateful and noble-hearted. In no
-way, therefore, do I lower myself by associating my
-fortune with his, as I would have done with one of
-my own station had one been found as noble as my
-valet."</p>
-
-<p>When Jules arrived, the good gentleman was busy
-weeding a bed of lettuce in his garden. Entirely absorbed,
-he did not see his young friend, who overheard
-the following soliloquy:</p>
-
-<p>"Poor little insect! I have wounded you, and lo!
-all the other ants, just now your friends, are falling upon
-you to devour you. These tiny creatures are as cruel
-as men. I am going to rescue you; and as for you, my<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">139</a></span>
-good ants, thanks for the lesson; I have now a better
-opinion of my kind."</p>
-
-<p>"Poor fellow!" thought Jules, "with a heart so
-tender, how he must have suffered!"</p>
-
-<p>Withdrawing noiselessly, he entered by the garden
-gate.</p>
-
-<p>M. d'Egmont uttered an exclamation of delight
-on seeing his young friend, whom he loved as a son.
-Although, during the thirty years that he had lived on
-Captain D'Haberville's estate, he had constantly refused
-to take up his abode at the manor house, he yet was a
-frequent visitor there, often remaining a week at a time
-when there were no strangers present. Without actually
-shunning society, he had suffered too much in his relations
-with men of his own class to be able to mingle
-cordially in their enjoyments.</p>
-
-<p>Although poor, M. d'Egmont was able to do a
-great deal of good. He comforted the afflicted; he
-visited the sick, whom he healed with herbs whose virtues
-were revealed to him by his knowledge of botany;
-and if his alms-giving was not lavish, it was accompanied
-by such sympathy and tact that it was none the
-less appreciated by the poor, who had come to know
-him by no other title than that of <i>le bon gentilhomme</i>.</p>
-
-<p>When D'Egmont and his young friend entered the
-house, André set before them a dish of fine trout and a
-plate of broiled pigeons, garnished with chives.</p>
-
-<p>"It is a frugal supper, indeed," said D'Egmont, "I
-caught the trout myself in yonder brook, about an hour
-ago, and André bagged the doves this morning at sunrise,
-in yonder dead tree, half a gunshot from the cottage.
-You see that, without being a seigneur, I have a
-fish-pond and dove-cote on my estate. Now for a salad
-of lettuce with cream, a bowl of raspberries, a bottle of
-wine&mdash;and there is your supper, friend Jules."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">140</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"And never fish-pond and dove-cote supplied better
-meal to a hungry hunter," exclaimed Jules.</p>
-
-<p>The meal was a cheerful one, for M. d'Egmont
-seemed to have recovered something of the gayety of
-his youth. His conversation was no less instructive
-than amusing; for, although he had mingled much with
-men in his early days, he had found in study a refuge
-from his unhappiness.</p>
-
-<p>"How do you like this wine?" said he to Jules, who
-was eating like a hungry wolf, and had already quaffed
-several bumpers.</p>
-
-<p>"It is capital, upon my word."</p>
-
-<p>"You are a connoisseur, my friend," went on M.
-d'Egmont. "If it is true that wine and men improve
-with age, that wine must indeed be excellent; and
-as for me, I must be approaching perfection, for I am
-very nearly ninety."</p>
-
-<p>"Thus it is," said Jules, "that they call you 'the
-good gentleman.'"</p>
-
-<p>"The Athenians, my son, sent Aristides into exile,
-and at the same time called him the Just. But let us
-drop men and speak of wine. For my own part, I drink
-it rarely. As with many other useless luxuries, I have
-learned to do without it, and yet I enjoy perfect health.
-This wine is older than you are; its age, for a man,
-would not be much, but for wine it is something. Your
-father sent me a basket of it the day you were born. In
-his happiness he made gifts to all his friends. I have
-kept it with great care, and I only bring it out on such
-rare occasions as this. Here is a health to you, my dear
-boy. Success to all your undertakings; and when you
-come back to New France, promise that you will come
-and sup here with me, and drink a last bottle of this
-wine, which I will keep for you. You look astonished.
-You think it likely that when you return I shall have<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">141</a></span>
-long since paid that debt which is paid even by the
-most recalcitrant debtor. You are mistaken, my son; a
-man like me does not die. But come, we have finished
-supper, let us go and sit <i>sub tegmine fagi</i>, which may be
-interpreted to mean, under that splendid walnut-tree
-whose branches are reflected in the river."</p>
-
-<p>The night was magnificent. The ripple of running
-water was the only sound that broke the moonlit stillness.
-M. d'Egmont was silent for some moments, and
-Jules, not caring to disturb his reverie, began tracing
-hieroglyphics with his finger in the sand.</p>
-
-<p>"I have greatly desired," said "the good gentleman,"
-"to have a talk with you before your departure, before
-you go out into the world. I know that we can profit
-little by the experience of others, but that each must
-purchase his own. No matter, I shall at least have the
-consolation of having opened my heart to you, a heart
-which should have been dried up long since, but which
-yet beats as warmly as when I led the joyous troops of
-my companions more than half a century ago. Just
-now you looked at me with surprise when I said that
-a man like me does not die; you thought I spoke in
-metaphor, but I was sincere at the moment. So often
-on my knees have I begged for death that I have ended
-by almost doubting Death's existence. The heathen have
-made of him a divinity, doubtless that they might call
-him to their aid in time of heavy sorrow. If it is as
-physiology teaches us, and our sufferings depend upon
-the sensitiveness of our nerves, then have I suffered what
-would have killed fifty strong men." M. d'Egmont was
-silent once more, and Jules flung some pebbles into the
-river.</p>
-
-<p>"See," resumed the old man, "this stream which
-flows so quietly at our feet. Within an hour it mingles
-with the troubled waters of the St. Lawrence, and in a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">142</a></span>
-few days it will be writhing under the scourge of the
-Atlantic storms. Behold therein an image of our life!
-Thy days hitherto have been like the current of this
-stream; but soon you will be tossed on the great river
-of life, and will be carried into the ocean of men, whose
-waves rage ceaselessly. I have watched you from child-hood
-up; I have studied your character minutely, and
-that is what has caused me to seek this conversation.
-Between your character and mine I have found the
-closest resemblance. Like you, I was born kind-hearted,
-sympathetic, generous to a fault. How has it come that
-these virtues, which should have secured me happiness,
-have rather been the cause of all my ills? How comes
-it, my son, that these qualities, so applauded among men,
-have risen against me as my most implacable enemies
-and beaten me to the dust? I can not but think that I
-deserved a kindlier fate. Born, like you, of rich and loving
-parents, I was free to follow my every inclination.
-Like you, I sought nothing so much as the love of those
-about me. Like you, in my childhood I would not willingly
-injure the most insignificant of God's creatures,
-and to the beggar child I gave the very clothes I wore.
-Needless to add that, again like you, my hand was ever
-open to all my comrades, so that I was said to have
-'nothing of my own.' It is curious to consider that, at
-the hands of my playfellows, I never tasted ingratitude.
-Is ingratitude the attribute only of the full-grown man?
-Or is it a snare which this human nature casts about the
-feet of generous childhood, the better to despoil the
-prey when grown to be a richer prize! But, no; it is
-impossible that youth could be so depraved.</p>
-
-<p>"And you, Jules," continued the old man after this
-semi-soliloquy, "have you yet experienced the ingratitude
-of those you have befriended, the ingratitude which
-pierces the heart like a blade of steel?"</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">143</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Never," said the young man.</p>
-
-<p>"It is self-interest, then, bitter fruit of civilization,
-which causes ingratitude; the more a man needs, the
-more ungrateful he becomes. This reminds me of a
-little story. About twenty years ago a poor savage of
-the Huron tribe came to me in a pitiable state. It was
-spring. He had made a long and painful march, he
-had swum the icy streams when overheated, and as a result
-he was seized with a violent attack of pleurisy, accompanied
-by inflammation of the lungs. I judged that
-only a copious bleeding could save him, and I made shift
-to bleed him with my penknife. In a word, with care
-and simple remedies, I effected a cure; but his convalescence
-was slow, and he stayed with me more than two
-months. In a little while André and I could talk to him
-in his own tongue. He told me that he was a great
-warrior and hunter, but that fire-water had been his ruin.
-His thanks were as brief as his farewells:</p>
-
-<p>"'My heart is too full for many words,' said he;
-'the Huron warrior knows not how to weep like a woman.
-I thank you, my brothers,' And he vanished
-in the forest.</p>
-
-<p>"I had entirely forgotten my Indian, when about
-four years later he arrived at my door, accompanied by
-another savage. I could scarcely recognize him. He
-was <ins title="Transcriber's note: original reads 'splendily'">splendidly</ins> clad, and everything about him bespoke
-the great hunter and the mighty warrior. In one corner
-of my room he and his companion laid down two bundles
-of merchandise of great value&mdash;the richest furs, moccasins
-splendidly embroidered with porcupine quills, and
-exquisite pieces of work in birch bark, such as the Indians
-alone know how to make. I congratulated him
-upon the happy turn his affairs had taken.</p>
-
-<p>"'Listen to me, my brother,' said he. 'I owe you
-much, and I am come to pay my debt. You saved my<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">144</a></span>
-life, for you know good medicine. You have done
-more, for you know the words which reach the heart;
-dog of a drunkard as I was, I am become once more a
-man as I was created by the Great Spirit. You were
-rich when you lived beyond the great water. This wigwam
-is too small for you; build one large enough to
-hold your great heart. All these goods belong to you,'
-The gratitude of this child of the forest brought tears
-to my eyes; for in all my long life I had found but two
-men who could be grateful&mdash;the faithful André, my foster-brother,
-and this poor Indian, who, seeing that I was
-going to accept nothing but a pair of deer-hide moccasins,
-struck three fingers rapidly across his mouth with a
-shrill cry of 'houa,' and took himself off at top speed
-with his companion. Never after could I find a trace
-of him. Our good curé undertook the sale of the goods,
-the product of which, with interest, was lately distributed
-among his tribe."</p>
-
-<p>The good gentleman sighed, reflected a moment, then
-resumed his speech:</p>
-
-<p>"I am now going to tell you, my dear Jules, of the
-most happy and most wretched periods of my life. Five
-years of happiness! Five years of misery! O God!
-for one single day of the joy of my youth, the joy as
-keen as pain, which could make me forget all that I have
-suffered! Oh, for one of those happy days when I believed
-in human friendship, when I knew not the ingratitude
-of men!</p>
-
-<p>"When I had completed my studies, all careers were
-open to me. That of arms seemed most suitable, but I
-hated to shed blood. I obtained a place of trust under
-the government. For me such a place was ruin. I had
-a great fortune of my own, my office was a lucrative
-one, and I scattered by handfuls the gold which I despised.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">145</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"I do not accuse others in order to palliate my own
-follies. But one thing is sure, I had more than enough for
-all my own expenses, though not for those of my friends
-and my friends' friends, who rushed upon me like hungry
-wolves. I bear them no grudge; they but acted according
-to their nature. As for me, my hand was never
-shut. Not only my purse, but my signature was at everybody's
-disposal. There was my greatest mistake; for I
-may say in all sincerity that ninety-nine times out of a
-hundred, in my times of greatest embarrassment, I had
-to meet their liabilities with my own cash in order to
-save my credit. A great English poet has said:</p>
-
-<p class="center">
-"Neither a borrower nor a lender be,<br />
-For borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry,<br />
-And loan oft loses both itself and friend.<br />
-</p>
-
-<p>"Give, my dear boy, with both hands; but be chary of
-your signature.</p>
-
-<p>"My private affairs were so mingled with those of
-my office that it was long before I discovered how deeply
-I was involved. The revelation came upon me like
-a thunderbolt. Not only was I ruined, but I was on the
-verge of a serious defalcation. At last I said to myself,
-'what matters the loss of the gold, so long as I pay my
-debts? I am young, and not afraid to work, and I
-shall always have enough. Moreover, my friends owe
-me considerable sums. When they see my difficulties,
-not only will they hasten to give back what they owe,
-but they will do for me as I have so often done for
-them.' What a fool I was to judge others by myself!
-For me, I would have moved heaven and earth to save
-a friend from ruin. How innocent and credulous I was!
-They had good reason, the wretches, to laugh at me.</p>
-
-<p>"I took account of what was owed me and of the
-value of my property, and then perceived that with
-these affairs settled up there would remain but a small<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">146</a></span>
-balance, which I could cover with the help of my relations.
-The load rolled off my heart. How little I
-knew of men! I told my debtors, in confidence, how I
-was situated. I found them strangely cold. Several to
-whom I had lent without written acknowledgment had
-even forgotten that they owed me anything. Those
-whose notes I held, declared it was ungenerous of me to
-take them unawares. The greater number, who had had
-business at my office, claimed boldly that I was in debt
-to them. I did, indeed, owe them a trifle, while they
-owed me considerable sums. I asked them for a settlement,
-but they put me off with promises; and meanwhile
-undermined my credit by whispering it about that
-I was on the verge of ruin. They even turned me into
-ridicule as a spendthrift fool. One wag of a fellow,
-whom but eighteen months before I had saved not only
-from ruin but from disgrace (his secret shall die with
-me), was hugely witty at my expense. His pleasantries
-had a great success among my old friends. Such measureless
-ingratitude as this completely crushed me. One
-only, and he a mere acquaintance, hearing that I was
-in difficulties, hastened to me with these words:</p>
-
-<p>"'We have had some little transactions together; I
-think you will find here the correct balance in your
-favor. Please look up the matter in your books and see
-if I am right.'</p>
-
-<p>"He is dead long since. Honor to his memory, and
-may the blessings of an old man descend upon his children!</p>
-
-<p>"The inevitable day was close at hand, and even had
-I had the heart to make further struggle nothing could
-save me. My friends and enemies alike were intriguing
-for the spoils. I lowered my head before the storm and
-resigned.</p>
-
-<p>"I will not sadden you with the story of all I suffered;<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">147</a></span>
-suffice to say that, fallen into the claws of pitiless
-creditors, I drank the cup of bitterness to the dregs.
-Apart from the ingratitude of my friends, I was not the
-sort of man to grieve greatly over my mere personal misfortunes.
-Even within the walls of the Bastille my gayety
-would not have deserted me; I might have danced
-to the grim music of the grating of my bolts. But my
-family! my family! Oh, the gnawing remorse which
-<ins title="Transcriber's note: original reads 'harrasses'">harasses</ins> the day, which haunts the long sleepless night,
-which suffers you neither forgetfulness nor rest, which
-wrenches the nerves of one's heart as with pincers of
-steel!</p>
-
-<p>"I believe, my boy, that with a few exceptions every
-man who can do so pays his debts; the torments he endures
-at the sight of his creditor would constrain him to
-this, even without the terrors of the law. Glance through
-the ancient and modern codes, and you will be struck
-with the barbarous egotism which has dictated them all
-alike. Can one imagine, indeed, any punishment more
-humiliating than that of a debtor kept face to face with
-his creditor, who is often a skinflint to whom he must
-cringe with fearful deference? Can anything be more
-degrading than to be obliged to keep dodging a creditor?</p>
-
-<p>"It has always struck me that civilization warps
-men's judgment, and makes them inferior to primitive
-races in mere common sense and simple equity. Let
-me give you an amusing instance. Some years ago, in
-New York, an Iroquois was gazing intently at a great,
-forbidding structure. Its lofty walls and iron-bound
-windows interested him profoundly. It was a prison.
-A magistrate came up.</p>
-
-<p>"'Will the pale face tell his brother what this great
-wigwam is for?' asked the Indian. The citizen swelled
-out his chest and answered with an air of importance:</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">148</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"'It is there we shut up the red-skins who refuse to
-pay the furs which they owe our merchants.'</p>
-
-<p>"The Iroquois examined the structure with ever-increasing
-interest, walked around it, and asked to see
-the inside of this marvelous wigwam. The magistrate,
-who was himself a merchant, was glad to grant his request,
-in the hope of inspiring with wholesome dread
-the other savages, to whom this one would not fail to
-recount the effective and ingenious methods employed
-by the pale faces to make the red-skins pay their debts.</p>
-
-<p>"The Iroquois went over the whole building with
-the minutest care, descended into the dungeons, tried
-the depth of the wells, listened attentively to the smallest
-sounds, and at last burst out laughing.</p>
-
-<p>"'Why,' exclaimed he, 'no Indian could catch any
-beaver here.'</p>
-
-<p>"In five minutes the Indian had found the solution
-of a problem which civilized man has not had the common
-sense to solve in centuries of study. This simple
-and unlearned man, unable to comprehend such
-folly on the part of a civilized race, had naturally concluded
-that the prison had subterranean canals communicating
-with streams and lakes where beaver were
-abundant, and that the savages were shut up therein in
-order to facilitate their hunting of the precious animals,
-and the more prompt satisfaction of their creditors'
-claims. These walls and iron gratings seemed to him
-intended for the guarding of the treasure within.</p>
-
-<p>"You understand, Jules, that I am speaking to you
-now on behalf of the creditor, who gets all the sympathy
-and pity, and not on behalf of the debtor who, with
-his dread and suspicion ever before his eyes, gnaws his
-pillow in despair after watering it with his tears.</p>
-
-<p>"I was young, only thirty-three years of age. I had
-ability, energy, and a sturdy faith in myself. I said to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">149</a></span>
-my creditors, take all I have but leave me free, and I
-will devote every energy to meeting your claims. If
-you imprison me you wrong yourselves. Simple as was
-this reasoning, it was incomprehensible to civilized man.
-My Iroquois would have understood it well enough.
-He would have said: 'My brother can take no beaver
-if the pale face ties his hands.' My creditors, however,
-took no account of such simple logic as this, and have
-held the sword of Damocles over my head for thirty
-years, the limit allowed them by the laws of France."</p>
-
-<p>"What adorable stupidity!" cried Jules.</p>
-
-<p>"One of them, however," continued M. d'Egmont,
-"with a delightful ingenuity of torture, obtained a warrant
-for my arrest, and with a refinement of cruelty
-worthy of Caligula himself, did not put it in execution
-till eighteen months later. Picture me for those
-eighteen months, surrounded by my family, who had to
-see me trembling at every noise, shuddering at the sight
-of every stranger who might prove to be the bearer of
-the order for my imprisonment.</p>
-
-<p>"So unbearable was my suspense that twice I sought
-out my creditor and besought him to execute his warrant
-without delay. At last he did so, at his leisure. I
-could have thanked him on my knees. From behind
-my bars I could defy the malice of men.</p>
-
-<p>"During the first month of his captivity the prisoner
-experiences a feverish restlessness, a need of continual
-movement. He is like a caged lion. After this time of
-trial, this feverish disquiet, I attained in my cell the
-calm of one who after being tossed violently by a storm
-at sea, feels no longer anything more than the throb of
-the subsiding waves; for apart from the innumerable
-humiliations of imprisonment, apart from my grief for
-my family, I was certainly less wretched. I believed
-that I had drunk the last drop of gall from the cup<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">150</a></span>
-which man holds to his brother's fevered lips. I was
-reckoning without the hand of God, which was being
-made heavy for the insensate fool who had wrought his
-own misfortune. Two of my children, at two different
-periods, fell so dangerously ill that the doctors gave them
-up and daily announced to me that the end was near.
-It was then I felt the weight of my chains. It was then
-I learned to cry, like the mother of Christ, 'Approach
-and see if there be any sorrow like unto my sorrow.' I
-was separated from my children only by the breadth of a
-street. During the long night watches I could perceive
-the stir about their couch, the lights moving from one
-room to another; and I trembled every moment lest the
-stillness should fall which would proclaim them no longer
-in need of a mother's care. I blush to confess that
-I was sometimes tempted to dash my life out against the
-bars.</p>
-
-<p>"Meanwhile my persecutor knew as well as I what
-was passing in my family. But pity is fled from the
-breast of man to take refuge in brute beasts that have
-no understanding. The lamb bleats sadly when one of
-his companions is slaughtered, the ox bellows with rage
-and pain when he smells the blood of his kind, the
-horse snorts sharply and utters his doleful and piercing
-cry at the sight of his fellow struggling in the final
-agony, the dog howls with grief when his master is sick;
-but with whisperings and gossip and furtive pleasantry
-man follows his brother to the grave.</p>
-
-<p>"Lift up your head in your pride, lord of creation!
-You have the right to do so. Lift your haughty head
-to heaven, O man whose heart is as cold as the gold
-you grasp at day and night! Heap your slanders with
-both hands on the man of eager heart, of ardent passions,
-of blood burning like fire, who has fallen in his
-youth! Hold high your head, proud Pharisee, and say,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">151</a></span>
-'As for me, I have never fallen!'" "The good gentleman"
-pressed his hands to his heart, kept silent for
-some minutes, and at length resumed:</p>
-
-<p>"Pardon me, my son, that, carried away by the memory
-of my sufferings, I have spoken the whole bitterness
-of my heart. It was but seven days after the coming of
-his friends when the great Arabian poet Job, the singer
-of so many sorrows, broke out with this heart-rending
-cry, '<i>Pereat dies in quâ natus sum!</i>' As for me, these
-fifty years have I buried my lamentations in my heart,
-and you will pardon me if I have spoken now with bitterness,
-if I have calumniated mankind.</p>
-
-<p>"As I had long ago given up to my creditors all
-that I possessed, and had sold my real estate and personal
-property for their benefit, after four years' imprisonment
-I petitioned the King for my release. The
-Government was of the opinion that I had suffered
-enough, but there remained one great difficulty&mdash;when
-a debtor has given up everything, does anything yet remain?
-The question was a knotty one. Nevertheless,
-after long debate, it was decided in the negative, and
-very politely they showed me the door.</p>
-
-<p>"My future was broken, like my heart, and I had
-nothing to do but vegetate without profit to myself or
-others. But observe the fatality that pursued me. When
-making my surrender to my creditors I begged them to
-leave me a certain property of very small immediate
-value, which I foresaw that I might turn to good account.
-I promised that whatever I could make out of
-it should go to wiping out the debt. They laughed me
-in the face; and very naturally, for there was a beaver
-to catch. Well, Jules, this same property, which brought
-hardly enough to cover costs of sale, sold ten years later
-for a sum which would have covered all my debts and
-more.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">152</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Europe was now too populous for me, and I embarked
-with my faithful André for New France. I
-chose out this peaceful dwelling place, where I might
-have lived happily could I have drunk the waters of
-Lethe. The ancients, our superiors in point of imagination,
-knew the needs of the human heart when they
-created that stream. Long tainted with the errors of the
-sixteenth century, I used once to cry in my pride, 'O
-men, if I have shared your vices, I have found few
-among you endowed with even one of my virtues.'
-But religion has taught me to know myself better, and
-I have humbled myself beneath God's hand, convinced
-at length that I could claim but little credit for merely
-following the inclinations of my nature.</p>
-
-<p>"You are the only one, Jules, to whom I have hinted
-the story of my life, suppressing the cruelest episodes
-because I know the tenderness of your heart. My end
-is attained; let us now go and finish the evening
-with my faithful André, who will keenly appreciate this
-attention on the eve of your departure."</p>
-
-<p>When they re-entered the house André was making
-up a bed on a sofa, a piece of furniture which was the
-result of the combined skill of master and man. This
-sofa, of which they were both very proud, had one leg
-shorter than the others, but this little inconvenience was
-remedied with the aid of a chip.</p>
-
-<p>"This sofa," said "the good gentleman," with an air
-of pride, "has cost André and me more elaborate calculations
-than Perrault required for the construction of the
-Louvre; but we accomplished it at last to our satisfaction.
-One leg, to be sure, presents arms to all comers.
-But what work is perfect? You must have remembered,
-my <ins title="Transcriber's note: original reads 'Andre'">André</ins>, that this camp-bed was to be a soldiers'
-couch."</p>
-
-<p>André, though not quite relishing this pleasantry,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">153</a></span>
-which jarred a little on his vanity, nevertheless could
-not help laughing.</p>
-
-<p>Late in the evening M. d'Egmont handed Jules a
-little silver candlestick exquisitely wrought.</p>
-
-<p>"There, my dear boy, is all that my creditors have
-left me of my ancient fortune. They intended it, I suppose,
-to solace my sleepless nights. Good-night, dear
-boy; one sleeps well at your age; and when, after my
-prayers beneath the vault of that great temple which is
-forever declaring the glory of God, I once more come
-under my roof, you will be deep in your slumbers."</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">154</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_X">CHAPTER X.<br />
-<span class="chapsmall">MADAME D'HABERVILLE'S STORY.</span></h2>
-</div>
-
-<p class="center">
-Saepè malum hoc nobis, si mens non læva fuisset,<br />
-De c&oelig;lo tactas memini praedicere quercus.</p>
-
-<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Virgil.</span><br />
-</p>
-
-<p>All was silence and gloom at D'Haberville Manor;
-the very servants went about their work with a spiritless
-air, far unlike their usual gayety. Madame D'Haberville
-choked back her tears that she might not add to her
-husband's grief, and Blanche, for her mother's sake, did
-her weeping in secret; for in three days the vessel was
-to set sail. Captain D'Haberville had bidden his two
-friends, the priest and M. d'Egmont, to meet Jules
-and Archie at a farewell dinner. At this meal every
-one strove to be cheerful, but the attempt was a conspicuous
-failure. The priest, wisely concluding that
-a sober conversation would be better than the sorrowful
-silence into which the party was continually dropping,
-introduced a subject which was beginning to press on
-all thoughtful minds.</p>
-
-<p>"Do you know, gentlemen," said he, "that a storm
-is gathering dark on the horizon of New France. The
-English are making tremendous preparations, and everything
-seems to indicate an early attack."</p>
-
-<p>"And then?" exclaimed Uncle Raoul.</p>
-
-<p>"Then, whatever you like, my dear chevalier,"
-answered the curé; "but it must be acknowledged that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">155</a></span>
-we have hardly forces enough at our command to long
-resist our powerful neighbors."</p>
-
-<p>"My dear abbé," exclaimed Uncle Raoul, "I think
-that in your reading this morning you must have
-stumbled on a chapter of the lamentations of Jeremiah."</p>
-
-<p>"I might turn your weapon against yourself," retorted
-the priest, "by reminding you that those prophecies
-were fulfilled."</p>
-
-<p>"No matter," almost shouted Uncle Raoul, clinching
-his teeth. "The English, indeed! The English
-take Canada! By heaven, I would undertake to defend
-Quebec with my crutch. You forget, it seems, that we
-have always beaten the English; that we have beaten
-them against all odds&mdash;five to one&mdash;ten to one&mdash;sometimes
-twenty to one! The English, indeed!"</p>
-
-<p>"<i>Concedo</i>," said the curé; "I am ready to grant all
-you claim, and more too if you like. But mark this.
-We grow weaker and weaker with every victory, while
-the enemy, thanks to the foresight of England, rises
-with new strength from each defeat; meanwhile, France
-leaves us to our own resources."</p>
-
-<p>"Which shows," exclaimed Captain D'Haberville,
-"the faith our King reposes in our courage."</p>
-
-<p>"Meanwhile," interposed M. d'Egmont, "he sends
-us so few soldiers that the colony grows weaker day
-by day."</p>
-
-<p>"Give us but plenty of powder and lead," answered
-the captain, "and a hundred of my militia will do more
-in such a war as that which is coming upon us&mdash;a war
-of reconnoitrings, ambuscades, and surprises&mdash;than would
-five hundred of the best soldiers of France. I speak
-from experience. For all that, however, we stand in
-great need of help from the mother country. Would
-that a few of those battalions which our beloved monarch<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">156</a></span>
-pours into the north of Europe to fight the battles
-of Austria, might be devoted to the defense of the colony."</p>
-
-<p>"You might rather wish," said "the good gentleman,"
-"that Louis XV had left Maria Theresa to fight it out
-with Prussia, and had paid a little more attention to
-New France."</p>
-
-<p>"It is perhaps hardly becoming in a young man like
-me," said Lochiel, "to mix myself up in your arguments;
-but, to make up for my lack of experience, I
-will call history to my aid. Beware of the English,
-beware of a government ever alive to the interests of its
-colonies, which it identifies with the interests of the empire;
-beware of a nation which has the tenacity of the
-bull-dog. If the conquest of Canada is necessary to her
-she will never swerve from her purpose or count the
-sacrifice. Witness my unhappy country."</p>
-
-<p>"Bah!" cried Uncle Raoul, "the Scotch, indeed!"</p>
-
-<p>Lochiel began to laugh.</p>
-
-<p>"Gently, my dear Uncle Raoul," said "the good gentleman";
-"and, to make use of your favorite maxim
-when you are collecting the rents, let us render unto
-Cæsar that which is Cæsar's. I have studied the history
-of Scotland, and I can assure you that neither in
-valor nor in patriotism need the Scotch yield place to
-any other nation, ancient or modern."</p>
-
-<p>"Oh, you see, I only wanted to tease this other
-nephew of mine," exclaimed Uncle Raoul, swelling his
-chest; "for we know a little history ourselves, thank
-God. No one knows better than Archie my esteem for
-his fellow-countrymen, and my admiration for their dashing
-courage."</p>
-
-<p>"Yes, dear uncle, and I thank you for it," said Archie,
-grasping him by the hand; "but distrust the English<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">157</a></span>
-profoundly. Beware of their perseverance, and remember
-the <i>Delenda est Carthago</i> of the Romans."</p>
-
-<p>"So much the better," said Jules. "I will be grateful
-to their perseverance if it brings me back to Canada
-with my regiment. May I do my first fighting against
-them here, on this soil of Canada, which I love and
-which holds all that is dearest to me! You shall come
-with me, my brother, and shall take revenge in this new
-world for all that you have suffered in your own country."</p>
-
-<p>"With all my heart," cried Archie, grasping the handle
-of his knife as if it were the terrible claymore of the
-Camerons. "I will serve as a volunteer in your company,
-if I can not get a commission as an officer; and
-the simple soldier will be as proud of your exploits as if
-he had a hand in them himself."</p>
-
-<p>The young men warmed into excitement at the
-thought of heroic deeds; the great black eyes of Jules
-shot fire, and the old warlike ardor of the race suddenly
-flamed out in him. This spirit was infectious, and from
-all lips came the cry of <i>Vive le Roi</i>! From the eyes of
-mother, sister, and aunt, in spite of all their efforts to
-restrain them, there escaped a few tears silently.</p>
-
-<p>The conversation became eager. Campaigns were
-planned, the English were beaten by sea and land,
-and Canada was set upon a pinnacle of splendor and
-prosperity.</p>
-
-<p>"Fill up your glasses," cried Captain D'Haberville,
-pouring himself out a bumper. "I am going to propose
-a health which everybody will drink with applause:
-'Success to our arms; and may the glorious flag of the
-<i>fleur-de-lys</i> float forever over every fortress of New
-France!'"</p>
-
-<p>Just as they were raising the glasses to their lips
-a terrific report was heard. It was like a stupendous<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">158</a></span>
-clap of thunder, or as if some huge body had
-fallen upon the manor house, which shook to its very
-foundations. Every one rushed out of doors. The
-sun was shining with all the brilliance of a perfect day
-in July. They scaled the roof, but there was no sign
-anywhere that the house had been struck. Every one
-was stupefied with awe, the seigneur himself appearing
-particularly impressed. "Can it be," he exclaimed,
-"that this phenomenon presages the fall of my house!"</p>
-
-<p>In vain did M. d'Egmont, the priest, and Uncle
-Raoul endeavor to refer the phenomenon to ordinary
-causes; they could not remove the painful impression it
-had left. The glasses were left unemptied in the dining-room,
-and the little company passed into the drawing-room
-to take their coffee.</p>
-
-<p>What took place afterward only confirmed the D'Haberville
-family in their superstitious fears. Who knows,
-after all, whether such omens, to which the ancient
-world lent implicit belief, may not indeed be warnings
-from heaven when some great evil threatens us? If, indeed,
-we must reject all that our feeble reason comprehends
-not, we should speedily become Pyrrhonists, utter
-skeptics, like Molière's Marphorius. Who knows?
-But one might write a whole chapter on this "who
-knows."</p>
-
-<p>The weather, which had been so fine all day, began
-to cloud up toward six o'clock in the evening. By seven
-the rain fell in torrents; the thunder seemed to shatter
-the vault of heaven, and a great mass of rock, struck by
-a thunder-bolt, fell from the bluff with terrific noise and
-obliterated the highway.</p>
-
-<p>Captain D'Haberville, who had carried on an immense
-deal of forest warfare along with his Indian allies,
-had become tinctured with many of their superstitions;
-and when the disasters of 1759 fell upon him, he was<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">159</a></span>
-convinced that they had been foretold to him two years
-before.</p>
-
-<p>Jules, seated at supper between his mother and sister
-and holding their hands in his, shared in their depression.
-In order to turn their thoughts into another
-channel, he asked his mother to tell one of those stories
-with which she used to amuse his childhood.</p>
-
-<p>"It would give me," said he, "yet another memory
-of the tenderest of mothers to take with me to Europe."</p>
-
-<p>"I can refuse my boy nothing," said Madame D'Haberville;
-and she began the following story:</p>
-
-<p>"A mother had an only child, a little girl, fair as a
-lily, whose great blue eyes wandered from her mother
-to heaven and back from heaven to her mother, only to
-fix themselves on heaven at last. How proud and happy
-was this loving mother when every one praised the
-beauty of her child! Her cheeks like the rose just
-blown, her tresses fair and soft as the beaten flax and
-falling over her shoulders in gracious waves! Immeasurably
-happy was this good mother.</p>
-
-<p>"At last she lost the child she idolized; and, like
-Rachel, she would not be comforted. She passed her
-days in the cemetery embracing the little grave. Mad
-with grief, she kept calling to the child with ceaseless
-pleadings:</p>
-
-<p>"'My darling! my darling! listen to your mother,
-who is come to carry you to your own bed, where you
-shall sleep so warmly! Oh, how cold you must be under
-the wet sod!'</p>
-
-<p>"She kept her ear close to the earth, as if she expected
-a response. She trembled at every slightest noise,
-and sobbed to discover that it was but the murmur of the
-weeping willow moved by the breeze. The passers-by
-used to say: 'This grass, so incessantly watered by her
-weeping, should be always green; but her tears are so<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">160</a></span>
-bitter that they wither it, even like the fierce sun of midday
-after a heavy shower.'</p>
-
-<p>"She wept beside a brook where the little one had
-been accustomed to play with pebbles, and in whose
-pure stream she had so often washed the little feet. The
-passers-by used to say:</p>
-
-<p>"'This mother sheds so many tears that she swells
-the current of the stream!'</p>
-
-<p>"She nursed her grief in every room wherein the little
-one had played. She opened the trunk in which she
-kept religiously all the child's belongings&mdash;its clothes,
-its playthings, the little gold-lined cup of silver from
-which she had last given it to drink. Passionately she
-kissed the little shoes, and her sobs would have melted
-a heart of steel.</p>
-
-<p>"She went continually to the village church to pray,
-to implore God to work one miracle in her behalf, and
-give her back her child. And the voice of God seemed
-to answer her:</p>
-
-<p>"'Like David you shall go to her, but she shall not
-return to you.'</p>
-
-<p>"Then she would cry:</p>
-
-<p>"'When, Lord, when shall such joy be mine?'</p>
-
-<p>"She threw herself down before the image of the
-blessed Virgin, our Lady of Sorrows; and it seemed to
-her that the eyes of the Madonna rested upon her sadly,
-and that she read in them these words:</p>
-
-<p>"'Endure with patience, even as I have done, O
-daughter of Eve, till the day when your mourning shall
-be turned into gladness.'</p>
-
-<p>"And the unhappy mother cried anew:</p>
-
-<p>"'But when, when will that blessed day come, O
-Mother of God?'</p>
-
-<p>"One day the wretched mother, having prayed with
-more than her usual fervor, having shed, if possible,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">161</a></span>
-more tears than was her wont, fell asleep in the church,
-exhausted with her grief. The sexton shut the doors
-without noticing her. It must have been about midnight
-when she awoke. A ray of moonlight illuminating
-the altar revealed to her that she was yet in the church.
-Far from being terrified, she rather rejoiced at her situation,
-if such a thing as joy could be said to find any
-place in her sad heart.</p>
-
-<p>"'Now,' said she, 'I can pray alone with God, alone
-with the Blessed Virgin, alone with myself!'</p>
-
-<p>"Just as she was going to kneel down a low sound
-made her raise her head.</p>
-
-<p>"She saw an old man, who, entering by one of the
-side doors of the sacristy, made his way to the altar
-with a lighted taper in his hand. She saw with astonishment
-that it was the former sexton, dead twenty years
-before. She felt no fear at the sight, for every sentiment
-of her breast had been swallowed up in grief.
-The specter climbed the altar steps, lighted the candles,
-and made the customary preparations for the celebration
-of a <i>requiem</i> mass. When he turned she saw that
-his eyes were fixed and expressionless, like those of a
-statue. He re-entered the sacristy, but reappeared almost
-at once, followed this time by a venerable priest
-bearing a chalice and clothed in full vestments. His
-great eyes, wide open, were filled with sadness; his
-movements were like those of an automaton. She recognized
-the old priest, twenty years dead, who had
-baptized her and given her her first communion. Far
-from being terrified by this marvel, the poor mother,
-wrapped up in her sorrow, concluded that her old friend
-had been touched by her despair, and had broken the
-bonds of the sepulchre for her sake.</p>
-
-<p>"All was somber, grim, and silent in this mass thus
-celebrated and ministered by the dead. The candles<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">162</a></span>
-cast a feeble light like that of a dying lamp. At the moment
-when the bell of the '<i>Sanctus</i>,' striking with a dull
-sound, as when a bone is broken by the grave-digger in
-some old cemetery, announced the descent of Christ
-upon the altar, the door of the sacristy opened anew
-and admitted a procession of little children, marching
-two and two, who traversed the choir and filed into the
-space to the right of the altar. These children, the oldest
-of whom had had scarce six years of life upon
-earth, wore crowns of immortelles and carried in their
-hands, some of them baskets of flowers, some of them little
-vases of perfume, others cups of gold and silver filled
-with a transparent liquid. They stepped lightly, and a
-celestial rapture shone upon their faces. One only, a
-little girl at the end of the procession, appeared to follow
-the others painfully, loaded down as she was with
-two great jars which she could hardly drag. Her little
-feet, reddening under the pressure, were lifted heavily,
-and her crown of immortelles seemed withered. The
-poor mother strove to reach out her arms, to utter a cry
-of joy on recognizing her own little one, but she found
-that she could neither move nor speak. She watched
-all the children file past her into the place to the left of
-the altar, and she recognized several who had but lately
-died. When her own child, bending under her burden,
-passed before her, she noticed that at every step the two
-jars besprinkled the floor with the water that filled
-them to the brim. When the little one's eyes met those
-of her mother, she saw in their depths a mingling of
-sadness, tenderness, and reproach. The poor woman
-strove to clasp her in her arms, but sight and consciousness
-alike fled from her. When she recovered from her
-swoon the church was empty.</p>
-
-<p>"In a monastery about a league from the village,
-dwelt a monk who was renowned for his sanctity.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">163</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"This old man never left his cell, save to listen with
-sympathy to the bitter confessions of sinners, or to succor
-the afflicted. To the first he said:</p>
-
-<p>"'I know the corruptness of man's nature, so be not
-cast down; come to me with confidence and courage
-every time you fall, and my arms shall ever be open to
-lift you up again.'</p>
-
-<p>"To the second he said: 'Since God, who is so
-good, lays this burden upon you now, he is reserving
-you for infinite joys hereafter.'</p>
-
-<p>"To all he said: 'If I should confess to you the
-story of my life, you would be astonished to behold in
-me a man who has been the sport of unbridled passion,
-and my misfortunes would melt you to tears.'</p>
-
-<p>"The poor mother threw herself sobbing at his feet,
-and told him the marvelous thing she had seen. The
-compassionate old man, who had sounded the depths of
-the human heart, beheld here a favorable opportunity
-to set bounds to this excessive anguish.</p>
-
-<p>"'My dear child,' said he, 'our overwrought imagination
-often cheats us with illusions which must be relegated
-to the realms of dream. Nevertheless, the Church
-teaches us that such marvels can really take place. It
-is not for us in our ignorance to set limit to the power
-of God. It is not for us to question the decrees of Him
-who took the worlds into his hand and launched them
-into space. I accept, then, the vision, and I will explain
-it to you. This priest, coming from the tomb to say a
-mass, doubtless obtained God's permission to fulfill part
-of his sacred ministry which he had left undone; and
-the sexton, by forgetfulness or negligence, was probably
-the cause of his omission. The children crowned
-with immortelles are those who died with their baptismal
-grace unimpaired. They who carried baskets of
-flowers or vases of perfume are those whose mothers<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">164</a></span>
-gave them up to God with holy resignation, comforted
-by the thought that they were exchanging this world
-of pain for the celestial country and the ineffable light
-about the throne. In the little cups of gold and silver
-were the tears of mothers who, though torn by the anguish
-of their loss yet taught themselves to cry: "The
-Lord gave and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the
-name of the Lord."'</p>
-
-<p>"On her knees the poor mother drank in the old
-man's words. As Martha exclaimed at the feet of Christ,
-'Lord, if thou hadst been here, my brother had not
-died. But I know that even now, whatever thou wilt
-ask of God, God will give it thee,' even so the poor
-mother cried in her ardent faith, 'If thou hadst been
-with me, my father, my little one would not have died;
-but I know that even now, whatsoever thou wilt ask of
-God, God will give it thee.'</p>
-
-<p>"The good monk reflected a moment and prayed
-God for wisdom. It was a sentence of life or of death
-that he was about to pronounce upon this mother who
-appeared inconsolable. He was about to strike a blow
-which should either restore her to reason or break her
-heart forever. He took her hands in his withered and
-trembling clasp, and said gently:</p>
-
-<p>"'You loved, then, this child whom you have
-lost?'</p>
-
-<p>"'Loved her? My God, what a question!' And
-she threw herself moaning at his feet. Then, raising
-herself suddenly, she grasped the skirt of his cassock
-and besought him through her sobs: 'You are a saint,
-my father; oh, give me back my child&mdash;my darling!'</p>
-
-<p>"'Yes,' said the monk, 'you loved your little one.
-Doubtless you would have done much to spare her even
-the lightest grief?'</p>
-
-<p>"'Anything, everything, my father!' exclaimed the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">165</a></span>
-poor woman; 'I would have been rolled on the hot
-coals to spare her a little burn.'</p>
-
-<p>"'I believe you,' said the monk; 'and doubtless
-you love her yet?'</p>
-
-<p>"'Do I love her? Merciful Heaven!' cried the
-wretched mother, springing to her feet as if bitten by a
-serpent; 'I see, priest, that you know little of a mother's
-love if you imagine death can efface it.' And trembling
-from head to foot, she burst again into a torrent of
-tears.</p>
-
-<p>"'Begone, woman,' said the old man, forcing himself
-to speak with sternness; 'begone, woman, who hast
-come to impose upon me; begone, woman, who liest to
-God and to his priest. Thou hast seen thy little one
-staggering under the burden of thy tears, which she
-gathers drop by drop, and thou tellest me that thou
-lovest her! She is near thee now, toiling at her task;
-and thou sayest that thou lovest her! Begone, woman,
-for thou liest to God and to his minister!'</p>
-
-<p>"The eyes of the poor woman were opened as if she
-were awaking from a frightful dream. She confessed
-that her grief had been insensate, and she besought the
-pardon of God.</p>
-
-<p>"'Go in peace,' said the old man; 'resign yourself
-to God's will, and the peace of God will be shed upon
-your soul.'</p>
-
-<p>"Some days after, she told the good monk that her
-little one, radiant with joy and carrying a basket of
-flowers, had appeared to her in a dream and thanked
-her for having ceased from her tears. The good woman,
-who was rich in this world's goods, devoted the rest of
-days and her substance to charity. To the children of
-the poor she gave most loving attention, and adopted
-several of them. When she died they wrote upon her
-tomb, 'Here lies the mother of the orphans.'"</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">166</a></span></p>
-
-<p>All were deeply moved by Madame D'Haberville's
-story, and some were even in tears. Jules embraced
-his mother, and left the room to hide his emotion.</p>
-
-<p>"O God," he cried, "guard this life of mine! for if
-evil should befall me, my loving mother would be as inconsolable
-as the mother in the story she has just told
-us."</p>
-
-<p>A day or two later Jules and Archie were tossing
-upon the Atlantic; and at the end of two months, after
-a prosperous voyage, they reached the shores of France.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">167</a></span></p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<div class="chapter">
-<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XI">CHAPTER XI.<br />
-<span class="chapsmall">THE BURNING OF THE SOUTH SHORE.</span></h2>
-</div>
-
-<div class="poetry"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">They came upon us in the night,<br />
-And brake my bower and slew my knight:<br />
-My servant a' for life did flee<br />
-And left us in the extremitie.<br /></div>
-<br />
-<div class="stanza">They slew my knight, to me so dear;<br />
-They slew my knight, and drove his gear;<br />
-The moon may set, the sun may rise,<br />
-But a deadly sleep has closed his eyes.</div></div></div>
-
-<p class="right"><i>Waverley.</i>
-</p>
-
-<p>The trees were once more clothed in their wonted
-green after the passing of a northern winter. The
-woods and fields were enameled in a thousand colors,
-and the birds were raising their cheerful voices to greet
-the spring of the year 1759. All Nature smiled; only
-man seemed sorrowful and cast down; and the laborer
-no more lifted his gay song, and the greater portion of
-the lands lay fallow for lack of hands to till them. A
-cloud hung over all New France, for the mother country,
-a veritable step-mother, had abandoned her Canadian
-children. Left to its own resources, the Government
-had called to arms every able-bodied man to defend the
-colony against the invasion that menaced it. The English
-had made vast preparations. Their fleet, consisting
-of twenty ships of the line, ten frigates, and eighteen
-smaller vessels, accompanied by a number of transports,
-and carrying eighteen thousand men, was ascending the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">168</a></span>
-St. Lawrence under the command of General Wolfe;
-while two land armies, yet more numerous, were moving
-to effect a junction under the very walls of Quebec.</p>
-
-<p>The whole adult population of Canada capable of
-bearing arms had responded with ardor to their country's
-appeal; and there remained at home none but the old
-and feeble, the women and the children. To resist an
-army more numerous than the entire population of New
-France the Canadians had little but the memory of past
-exploits, and of their glorious victory at Carillon in the
-preceding year. Of what avail their proved courage
-against an enemy so overpowering and sworn to their
-defeat?</p>
-
-<p>You have long been misunderstood, my brethren of
-old Canada! Most cruelly have you been slandered.
-Honor to them who have lifted your memory from the
-dust! Honor, a hundred times honor, to our fellow-countryman,
-M. Garneau, who has rent the <ins title="Transcriber's note: original reads 'vail'">veil</ins> that
-covered your exploits! Shame to us who, instead of
-searching the ancient and glorious annals of our race,
-were content to bow before the reproach that we were
-a conquered people! Shame to us who were almost
-ashamed to call ourselves Canadians! Dreading to confess
-ourselves ignorant of the history of Assyrians,
-Medes, and Persians, that of our own country remained
-a sealed book to us.</p>
-
-<p>Within the last few years there has come a glorious
-reaction. Every one sets his hand to the work and the
-Canadian can now say with Francis I, "All is lost save
-honor." I am far from believing, however, that all is
-lost. The cession of Canada was, perhaps, a blessing in
-disguise; for the horrors of '93 failed to touch this fortunate
-colony which was protected by the flag of Britain.
-We have gathered new laurels, fighting beneath the banner
-of England; and twice has the colony been saved to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">169</a></span>
-England by the courage of her new subjects. In Parliament,
-at the bar, upon the field of battle, everywhere in
-his small sphere, the French Canadian has proved himself
-inferior to none. For a century have you struggled,
-O my countrymen, to preserve your nationality, and
-you behold it yet intact. The future perhaps holds for
-you another century of effort and struggle to guard it.
-Take heart and stand together, fellow-countrymen.</p>
-
-<p>Two detachments of the English army were disembarked
-at Rivière Ouelle, at the beginning of June, '79.
-Some of the <i>habitants</i> of the parish, concealed in the
-skirts of the wood, received them with a sharp fire and
-killed several men. The commander, exasperated at
-this loss, resolved to take signal vengeance. The two
-detachments ascended the river and encamped toward
-evening beside a brook which empties in Bay Ste.
-Anne, southwest of where the college now stands. On
-the following morning the commander ordered one of
-the companies to get ready to march, and summoning
-the lieutenant gave him the following orders:</p>
-
-<p>"Every house you come across belonging to these
-dogs of Frenchmen, set fire to it. I will follow you a
-little later."</p>
-
-<p>"But," said the young officer, who was a Scotchman,
-"must I burn the dwellings of those who offer no resistance?
-They say there is no one left in these houses
-except old men, women, and children."</p>
-
-<p>"I think, sir," replied Major Montgomery, "that my
-orders are quite clear. You will set fire to every house
-belonging to these dogs of Frenchmen. I had forgotten
-your weakness for our enemies."</p>
-
-<p>The young man bit his lips till they bled, and
-marched his men away. The reader has, doubtless,
-recognized in this young man none other than Archie
-de Lochiel, who, having made his peace with the British<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">170</a></span>
-Government, had recovered possession of his estates and
-had obtained a lieutenancy in a regiment which he had
-himself recruited among the Highlanders of his own
-clan. Archie marched off groaning and muttering all
-the curses he could think of in English, Gaelic, and
-French. At the first house where he stopped a young
-woman flung herself weeping at his feet, crying piteously:</p>
-
-<p>"Good sir, do not kill my poor old father. Do not
-shorten his days. He has but a little while to live."</p>
-
-<p>A little boy eleven or twelve years old grasped him
-about the knees and exclaimed:</p>
-
-<p>"Mister Englishman, do not kill grandpapa! If you
-only knew how good he is!"</p>
-
-<p>"Do not fear," said Archie, entering the house, "I
-have no orders to kill old men, women, and children.
-They doubtless supposed," he added bitterly, "that I
-should meet none such on my route."</p>
-
-<p>Stretched on a bed of pain lay a decrepit old man.</p>
-
-<p>"I have been a soldier all my life, monsieur," said
-he. "I do not fear death, with whom I have been often
-face to face, but, in the name of God, spare my daughter
-and her child!"</p>
-
-<p>"They shall not be injured," replied Archie, with
-tears in his eyes; "but if you are a soldier, you know
-that a soldier has to obey orders. I am ordered to burn
-all the buildings on my line of march, and I have to
-obey. Whither shall we move you, father? Listen," he
-added, speaking close in the old man's ear. "Your
-grandson appears active and intelligent. Let him get a
-horse and hasten to warn your fellow-countrymen that I
-have to burn down all the houses on my road. They
-will, perhaps, have time to save the most valuable of their
-belongings."</p>
-
-<p>"You are a good and brave young man!" cried the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">171</a></span>
-old man. "If you were a Catholic I would give you my
-blessing; but thank you a thousand times, thank you!"</p>
-
-<p>"I am a Catholic," said Lochiel.</p>
-
-<p>The old man raised himself with difficulty, lifted his
-eyes toward heaven, spread his hands over Archie's
-bended head, and cried: "May God bless you for this
-act of humanity! In the day of heavy affliction, when
-you implore the pity of Heaven, may God take count of
-your compassion toward your enemies and give ear to
-your prayers! Say to him then with confidence in the
-sorest trials, 'I have the blessing of a dying old man,
-my enemy.'"</p>
-
-<p>The old man in his bed was hastily carried by the
-soldiers to an adjoining wood, and when he resumed his
-march Lochiel had the satisfaction of seeing the little
-boy mounted on a swift horse and devouring the miles
-beneath him. Archie breathed more freely at the sight.</p>
-
-<p>The work of destruction went on; but from time to
-time, whenever he reached the top of a hill, Archie had
-the satisfaction of seeing old men, women, and children,
-loaded down with their possessions, taking refuge in the
-neighboring woods. If he wept for their misfortunes, he
-rejoiced in his heart that he had done everything in his
-power to mitigate them.</p>
-
-<p>All the houses of a portion of Rivière Ouelle, and of
-the parishes of Ste. Anne and St. Roch, along the edge
-of the St. Lawrence, were by this time in ashes, yet there
-came no order to cease from the work of destruction.
-From time to time, on the contrary, Lochiel saw the
-division of his superior officer, following in his rear,
-come to a halt on a piece of rising ground, doubtless for
-the purpose of permitting Major Montgomery to gloat
-over the results of his barbarous order.</p>
-
-<p>The first house of St. Jean-Port-Joli was that of a
-rich <i>habitant</i>, a sergeant in Captain D'Haberville's company.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">172</a></span>
-Frequently during his vacations had Archie
-lunched at this house with Jules and his sister. With
-what a pang he recalled the eager hospitality of these
-people. On their arrival, Mother Dupont and her daughters
-used to run to the dairy, the barn, the garden, for
-eggs, butter, cream, parsley, and chervil, to make them
-pancakes and herb omelettes. Father Dupont and his
-sons would hasten to put up the horses and give them a
-generous measure of oats. While Mother Dupont was
-preparing the meal, the young people would make a hasty
-toilet. Then they would get up a dance, and skip merrily
-to the notes of the violin which screeched beneath
-the old sergeant's bow. In spite of the remonstrances
-of Blanche, Jules would turn everything upside down
-and tease everybody to death. He would snatch the
-frying-pan from the hands of Mother Dupont, throw his
-arm around her waist, and compel her, in spite of her
-struggles, to dance with him; and these good people
-would shout with laughter till one would think they
-could never get too much of the racket. All these
-things Lochiel went over in the bitterness of his soul,
-and a cold sweat broke out on his brow as he ordered
-the burning of this hospitable home.</p>
-
-<p>Almost all the houses in the first concession of St.
-Jean-Port-Joli were by this time in ruins, yet there came
-no order to desist. About sunset, however, coming to the
-little river Port Joli, a few arpents from the D'Haberville
-place, Lochiel took it upon himself to halt his
-company. He climbed the hillside, and there, in sight
-of the manor, he waited; he waited like a criminal upon
-the scaffold, hoping against hope that a reprieve may
-come at the last moment. His heart was big with tender
-memories as he gazed upon the dwelling where for ten
-years the exiled orphan had been received as a child of
-the house. Sorrowfully he looked down on the silent<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">173</a></span>
-village which had been so full of life when last he saw
-it. Some pigeons fluttering over the buildings and from
-time to time alighting on the roofs appeared to be the
-only living creatures about the manor. Sighing, he repeated
-the words of Ossian:</p>
-
-<p>"'Selma, thy halls are silent. There is no sound in
-the woods of Morven. The wave tumbles alone in the
-coast. The silent beam of the sun is on the field.'</p>
-
-<p>"<i>Oh! Oui! Mes amis!</i>" cried Lochiel, in the language
-that he loved, "<i>vos salons sont maintenant, hélas!
-deserts et silencieux!</i> There is no sound upon this hill
-which so lately was echoing your bright voices. I hear
-only the ripples lapping upon the sand. One pale ray
-from the setting sun is all that lights your meadows.</p>
-
-<p>"What shall I do, kind Heaven, if the rage of the brute
-who commands me is not yet sated? Should I refuse
-to obey him? Then am I dishonored. A soldier can
-not in time of war refuse to carry out the orders of his
-commander. This brute could have me shot upon the
-spot, and the shield of the Camerons would be forever
-tarnished. Who would trouble himself to see that justice
-was done to the memory of the soldier who chose
-death rather than the stain of ingratitude? On the contrary,
-that which was with me but an emotion of grateful
-remembrance, would certainly be imputed to me
-for treason by this creature who hounds me with his
-devilish malice."</p>
-
-<p>The harsh voice of Major Montgomery put an end
-to these reflections.</p>
-
-<p>"What are you doing here?" he growled.</p>
-
-<p>"I have left my men by the edge of the river,
-and was proposing to encamp there after our long
-march."</p>
-
-<p>"It is not late," answered the major, "and you know
-the country better than I. You will easily find for your<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">174</a></span>
-encampment another place than that which I have just
-chosen for myself."</p>
-
-<p>"I will march at once," said Archie. "There is
-another river about a mile from here where we can camp
-for the night."</p>
-
-<p>"Very well," said Montgomery, in an insolent voice;
-"and as you have but a few more houses to burn in this
-district, your men will soon be able to rest."</p>
-
-<p>"It is true," said Lochiel, "for there remain but five
-more dwellings. Two of these, however, the group of
-buildings which you see yonder and a mill on the stream
-where I am going to camp, belong to the Seigneur
-D'Haberville, the man who during my exile took me in
-and treated me as a son. For God's sake, Major Montgomery,
-give the order yourself for their destruction!"</p>
-
-<p>"I never should have believed," replied the major,
-"that a British officer would have dared to utter treason."</p>
-
-<p>"You forget, sir," said Archie, restraining himself
-with difficulty, "that I was then a mere child. But once
-more I implore you, in the name of all you hold most
-dear, give the order yourself, and do not force upon me
-the dishonor of setting the torch to the home of them
-who in my days of adversity heaped me with benefits."</p>
-
-<p>"I understand," replied the major, with a sneer,
-"you wish to keep a way open to return to the favor of
-your friends when occasion shall arise."</p>
-
-<p>At this insulting sarcasm Archie was tempted for an
-instant to draw his claymore and cry:</p>
-
-<p>"If you are not as cowardly as you are insolent,
-defend yourself, Major Montgomery!"</p>
-
-<p>Happily, reason came to his aid. Instead of grasping
-his sword, his hand directed itself mechanically
-toward his breast, which he tore fiercely. Then he remembered
-the words of the witch:</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">175</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Keep your pity for yourself, Archibald de Lochiel,
-when, forced to execute a barbarous order, your nails shall
-tear that breast which covers, nevertheless, a noble heart."</p>
-
-<p>"She was indeed taught of hell, that woman," thought
-he, "when she uttered that prophecy to a Cameron of
-Lochiel."</p>
-
-<p>With malicious pleasure Montgomery watched for a
-moment the strife of passions which tortured the young
-man's heart. He gloated over his despair. Then, persuaded
-that Archie would refuse to obey, he turned his
-back upon him. Lochiel, perceiving his treacherous
-design, hastened to rejoin his men, and a half-hour later
-the buildings were in flames. Archie paused beside the
-fountain where in happier days he had so often refreshed
-himself with his friends; and from that spot his lynx-like
-eyes discerned Montgomery, who had returned to
-the hill-top, and there with folded arms stood feasting
-on the cruel scene.</p>
-
-<p>Foaming with rage at the sight of his enemy, Archie
-cried:</p>
-
-<p>"You have a good memory, Montgomery. You
-have not forgotten the time when my ancestor beat your
-grandfather with the flat of his saber in an Edinburgh
-tavern. But I, also, have a good memory. I shall not
-always wear this uniform that now ties my hands, and
-sooner or later I will redouble the dose upon your own
-shoulders, for you would be too much of a coward to
-meet me in fair fight. A beast like you can not possess
-even the one virtue of courage. Curse be you and all
-your race! When you come to die may you be less
-fortunate than those whose dwellings you have desolated
-to-day, and may you have no place to lay your head!
-May all the pangs of hell&mdash;"</p>
-
-<p>Then, ashamed of the impotence of his rage, he
-moved away with a groan.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">176</a></span></p>
-
-<p>The mill upon the Trois-Saumons River was soon
-but a heap of cinders, and the burning of Captain
-D'Haberville's property in Quebec, which took place
-during the <ins title="Transcriber's note: original reads 'seige'">siege</ins>, was all that was needed to complete
-his ruin.</p>
-
-<p>After taking the necessary precautions for the safety
-of his company, Archie directed his steps to the desolated
-manor. There, seated on the summit of the bluff,
-he gazed in the silence of anguish on the smoking ruins
-at his feet. It must have been about nine o'clock. The
-night was dark, and few stars revealed themselves in the
-sky. Presently, however, he made out a living creature
-wandering among the ruins. It was old Niger, who lifted
-his head toward the bluff and began howling piteously.
-Archie thought the faithful animal was reproaching him
-with his ingratitude, and bitter tears scalded his cheeks.</p>
-
-<p>"Behold," said he, "the fruits of what we call the
-code of honor of civilized nations! Are these the fruits
-of Christianity, that religion of compassion which teaches
-us to love even our enemies? If my commander were
-one of these savage chiefs, whom we treat as barbarians,
-and I had said to him: 'Spare this house, for it belongs
-to my friends. I was a wanderer and a fugitive, and
-they took me in and gave me a father and a brother,' the
-Indian chief would have answered: 'It is well; spare
-your friends; it is only the viper that stings the bosom
-that has warmed it.'</p>
-
-<p>"I have always lived in the hope," went on Lochiel,
-"of one day rejoining my Canadian friends, whom I love
-to-day more than ever, if that were possible. No reconciliation
-would have been required. It was natural I
-should seek to regain my patrimony, so nearly dissipated
-by the confiscations of the British Government. There
-remained to me no career but the army, the only one
-worthy of a Cameron. I had recovered my father's<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">177</a></span>
-sword, which one of my friends had bought back from
-among the spoils of Culloden. Bearing this blade, which
-had never known a stain, I dreamed of a glorious career.
-I was grieved, indeed, when I learned that my regiment
-was to be sent against New France; but a soldier could
-not resign in time of war without disgrace. My friends
-would have understood that. But what hope now for
-the ingrate who has ravaged the hearth of his benefactors!
-Jules D'Haberville, whom I once called my
-brother, his gentle and saintly mother, who took me to
-her heart, the fair girl whom I called my sister to hide
-a deeper feeling&mdash;these will, perhaps, hear my justification
-and end by forgiving me. But Captain D'Haberville,
-who loves with all his heart, but who never forgives
-an injury, can it be imagined that he will permit his
-family to utter my name, unless to curse it?</p>
-
-<p>"But I am a coward and a fool," continued Archie,
-grinding his teeth, "I should have declared before my
-men my reasons for refusing to obey, and, though Montgomery
-had had me shot upon the spot, there would
-have been found loyal spirits to approve my refusal and
-to right my memory. I have been a coward and a fool,
-for in case the major, instead of having me shot, had
-tried me before a court-martial, even while pronouncing
-my death sentence they would have appreciated my
-motives. I would have been eloquent in the defense of
-my honor, and of that noblest of human sentiments,
-gratitude. Oh, my friends, would that you could see
-my remorse! Coward, ten thousand times coward!&mdash;"</p>
-
-<p>A voice near him repeated the words "Coward, ten
-thousand times coward!" He thought at first it was
-the echo from the bluff. He raised his head and perceived
-the witch of the manor standing erect on a projecting
-rock. She stretched out her hands over the
-ruins, and cried: "Woe! woe! woe!" Then she descended<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">178</a></span>
-like lightning, by a steep and dangerous path,
-and wandered to and fro among the ruins, crying:
-"Desolation! desolation! desolation!" At length she
-raised her arm with a gesture of menace, pointed to the
-summit of the bluff, and cried in a loud voice: "Woe to
-you, Archibald de Lochiel!"</p>
-
-<p>The old dog howled long and plaintively, then silence
-fell upon the scene.</p>
-
-<p>Archie's head sank upon his breast. The next moment
-four savages sprang upon him, hurled him to the
-ground, and bound his hands. These were four warriors
-of the Abénaquis, who had been spying upon the
-movements of the English ever since their landing at
-Rivière Ouelle. Relying upon his tremendous strength,
-Archie made desperate efforts to break his bonds. The
-tough moose-hide which enwound his wrists in triple
-coils stretched mightily, but resisted all his efforts. Seeing
-this, Archie resigned himself to his fate, and followed
-his captors quietly into the forest. His vigorous Scottish
-legs spared him further ill treatment. Bitter were the
-reflections of the captive during the rapid southward
-march through the forest, wherein he had so often hunted
-with his brother D'Haberville. Heedless of the fierce
-delight of the Indians, whose eyes flashed at the sight of
-his despair, he exclaimed:</p>
-
-<p>"You have conquered, Montgomery; my curses recoil
-upon my own head. You will proclaim that I have
-deserted to the enemy, that I am a traitor as you long
-suspected. You will rejoice indeed, for I have lost all,
-even honor." And like Job, he cursed the day that he
-was born.</p>
-
-<p>After two hours' rapid marching they arrived at the
-foot of the mountain which overlooks Trois Saumons
-Lake, on which water Archie concluded that they would
-find an encampment of the Abénaquis. Coming to the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">179</a></span>
-edge of the lake, one of his captors uttered three times
-the cry of the osprey; and the seven echoes of the
-mountain repeated, each three times, the piercing and
-strident call of the great swan of Lower Canada. At
-any other time Lochiel would have thrilled with admiration
-at the sight of this beautiful water outspread beneath
-the starlight, enringed with mountains and seeded
-with green-crowned islets. It was the same lake to
-which, for ten happy years, he had made hunting and
-fishing excursions with his friends. It was the same
-lake which he had swum at its widest part to prove his
-prowess. But to-night all Nature appeared as dead as
-the heart within him. From one of the islets came a
-birch canoe, paddled by a man in Indian garb, but wearing
-a cap of fox-skin. The new comer held a long conversation
-with the four savages, but Archie was ignorant
-of the Abénaquis tongue, and could make out nothing
-of what they said. Two of the Indians thereupon started
-off to the southwest; but Archie was put into the canoe
-and taken to the islet.</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">180</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XII">CHAPTER XII.<br />
-<span class="chapsmall">A NIGHT AMONG THE SAVAGES.</span></h2>
-</div>
-
-<div class="poetry"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">What tragic tears bedew the eye!<br />
-What deaths we suffer ere we die!<br />
-Our broken friendships we deplore,<br />
-And loves of youth that are no more.</div></div></div>
-
-<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Logan.</span>
-</p>
-
-<div class="poetry"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">All, all on earth is shadow, all beyond<br />
-Is substance; the reverse is folly's creed.<br />
-How solid all where change shall be no more!<br /></div></div></div>
-
-<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Young's</span> <i>Night Thoughts.</i>
-</p>
-
-<p>Having cursed his enemy and the day of his birth,
-Lochiel had gradually come to a more Christian frame of
-mind, as he lay bound to a tree and all hope banished
-from his heart. He knew that the savages scarcely ever
-spared their captives, and that a slow and hideous death
-was in store for him. Recovering his natural force of
-mind, he hardly took care to pray for his deliverance;
-but he implored of Heaven forgiveness for his sins and
-strength to bear the tortures that were before him. Of
-what account, thought he, the judgment of men when
-the dream of life is over? And he bowed himself beneath
-the hand of God.</p>
-
-<p>The three warriors were seated around within a
-dozen feet of Lochiel, smoking in silence. The Indians
-are naturally reserved, regarding light conversation as
-only suitable to women and children. One of them,
-however, by name Talamousse, speaking to the man of
-the island, made inquiry:</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">181</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Will my brother wait long here for the warriors
-from the Portage?"</p>
-
-<p>"Three days," answered the latter, lifting up three
-fingers. "Grand-Loutre and Talamousse will depart
-to-morrow with the prisoner. The Frenchman will rejoin
-them at the encampment of Captain Launière."</p>
-
-<p>"It is well," said Grand-Loutre, extending his hand
-toward the south. "We are going to take the prisoner
-to the camp at Petit-Marigotte, where we will wait three
-days for my brother and the warriors from the Portage,
-and then go to the camp of Captain Launière."</p>
-
-<p>For the first time Lochiel perceived that the voice
-of the man with the fox-skin cap was not like that of
-the other two men, although he spoke their language
-fluently. Hitherto he had suffered in silence the torments
-of a burning thirst. It was a veritable torture of
-Tantalus, with the crystal lake waters lapping at his
-feet, but, under the impression that the man might be a
-Frenchman, he made bold to say:</p>
-
-<p>"If there is a Christian among you, for God's sake
-let him give me a drink."</p>
-
-<p>"What does the dog want?" said Grand-Loutre to
-his companion.</p>
-
-<p>The man addressed made no answer for some moments.
-His whole body trembled, his face became pale
-as death, a cold sweat bathed his forehead; then, controlling
-himself sternly, he answered in his natural
-voice:</p>
-
-<p>"The prisoner asks for a drink."</p>
-
-<p>"Tell the dog of an Englishman," said Talamousse,
-"that he shall be burned to-morrow; and that if he is
-very thirsty he shall have boiling water to drink."</p>
-
-<p>"I am going to tell him," replied the Canadian presently,
-"that my brothers permit me to give their captive
-a little water."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">182</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Let my brother do as he will," said Talamousse;
-"the pale faces have hearts like young girls."</p>
-
-<p>The Canadian curled a piece of birch bark into the
-form of a cup, filled it with fresh water, and handed it
-to the prisoner, saying:</p>
-
-<p>"Who are you, sir? In the name of God who are
-you? Your voice is like that of a man who is very dear
-to me."</p>
-
-<p>"I am Archibald Cameron, of Lochiel," came the
-answer, "once the friend of your countrymen; now
-their enemy, and well deserving the fate which is in
-store for him."</p>
-
-<p>"Mr. Archie," replied Dumais, for he it was, "although
-you had slain my brother, although it should be
-necessary for me to cut down these two red rascals with
-my tomahawk, in an hour you shall be free. I shall try
-persuasion before resorting to violent measures. Now
-silence."</p>
-
-<p>Dumais resumed his place with the Indians, and
-after a time he remarked:</p>
-
-<p>"The prisoner thanks the red-skins for promising him
-the death of a man; he says that the song of the pale
-face will be that of a warrior."</p>
-
-<p>"Houa!" said Grand-Loutre, "the Englishman will
-screech like an owl when he sees the fires of our
-wigwams." And he went on smoking and casting
-glances of contempt upon Lochiel.</p>
-
-<p>"The Englishman," said Talamousse, "speaks like
-a man while the stake is yet far off. The Englishman is
-a coward who could not suffer thirst. He has begged
-his enemies for a drink like a baby crying for its mother."
-And the Indian spit upon the ground contemptuously.</p>
-
-<p>Dumais opened a wallet, took out some provisions,
-and offered a portion to the savages, who refused to eat.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">183</a></span>
-Then he stepped into the woods, and after a short search
-brought out a bottle of brandy. He took a drink and
-began to eat. The eyes of one of the Indians dwelt
-longingly on the bottle.</p>
-
-<p>"Talamousse is not hungry, my brother," said he,
-"but he is very thirsty. He has made a long march to-day
-and he is very tired. The fire-water is good to rest
-one's legs."</p>
-
-<p>Dumais passed him the bottle. The Indian seized
-it with a trembling hand and gulped down a good half
-of the contents.</p>
-
-<p>"Ah, but that's good," said he, handing back the
-bottle; and presently his piercing eyes grew glazed, and
-a vacant look began to creep into his face.</p>
-
-<p>"Dumais does not offer any to his brother Grand-Loutre,"
-said the Canadian; "he knows that he does
-not drink fire-water."</p>
-
-<p>"The Great Spirit loves Grand-Loutre," said the latter,
-"and made him throw up the only mouthful of fire-water
-he ever drank. The Great Spirit made him so
-sick that he thought he was going to visit the country of
-souls. Grand-Loutre is very thankful, for the fire-water
-takes away man's wisdom."</p>
-
-<p>"It is good fire-water," said Talamousse after a moment's
-silence, stretching out his hand toward the bottle,
-which Dumais removed from his reach. "Give me one
-more drink, my brother, I beg you."</p>
-
-<p>"No," said Dumais, "not now; by and by, perhaps."
-And he put the bottle back into his knapsack.</p>
-
-<p>"The Great Spirit also loves the Canadian," resumed
-Dumais after a pause; "he appeared to him last night
-in a dream."</p>
-
-<p>"What did he say to my brother?" asked the Indians.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">184</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"The Great Spirit told him to buy back the prisoner,"
-answered Dumais.</p>
-
-<p>"My brother lies like a Frenchman," replied Grand-Loutre.
-"He lies like all the pale faces. The red-skins
-do not lie to them."</p>
-
-<p>"The French never lie when they speak of the Great
-Spirit," said the Canadian; and, opening his knapsack,
-he took a small sip of brandy.</p>
-
-<p>"Give me, my brother, give me one little drink,"
-said Talamousse, stretching out his hand.</p>
-
-<p>"If Talamousse will sell me his share of the prisoner,"
-said Dumais, "he shall have another drink."</p>
-
-<p>"Give me all the fire-water," said Talamousse, "and
-take my share of the English dog."</p>
-
-<p>"No," said Dumais, "one more drink and that will
-be all;" and he made a movement to put away the
-bottle.</p>
-
-<p>"Give it to me, then, and take my share of him."</p>
-
-<p>He seized the bottle in both hands, took a long
-pull at the precious fluid, and then fell asleep on the
-grass.</p>
-
-<p>"There's one of them fixed," thought Dumais.</p>
-
-<p>Grand-Loutre had been watching all this with an
-air of defiance, but had kept on smoking indifferently.</p>
-
-<p>"Now will my brother sell me his share of the prisoner?"
-asked Dumais.</p>
-
-<p>"What do you want of him?" replied the savage.</p>
-
-<p>"To sell him to Captain D'Haberville, who will have
-him hung for burning his house. The prisoner will
-endure like a warrior the tortures of the stake, but at
-sight of the rope he will weep like a girl."</p>
-
-<p>"My brother lies again," replied Grand-Loutre. "All
-the English that we have burned cried out like cowards,
-and not one of them sang his death-song like a man.
-They would have thanked us to hang them. It is only<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">185</a></span>
-the red warrior who prefers the stake to the disgrace of
-being hung like a dog."</p>
-
-<p>"Let my brother heed my words," said Dumais.
-"The prisoner is not an Englishman, but a Scotchman,
-and the Scotch are the savages of the English. Let my
-brother observe the prisoner's clothing, and see how like
-it is to that of a savage warrior."</p>
-
-<p>"That is true," said Grand-Loutre. "He does not
-smother himself in clothes like the other soldiers whom
-the Great Ononthio sends across the water. But what
-has that to do with it?"</p>
-
-<p>"Why," replied the Canadian, "a Scotch warrior
-would rather be burned than be hung. Like the red-skins
-of Canada, he considers that one hangs only dogs,
-and that if he were to go to the country of souls with
-the rope about his neck the savage warriors would refuse
-to hunt with him."</p>
-
-<p>"My brother lies again," said the Indian, shaking
-his head incredulously. "The Scotch savages are nevertheless
-pale faces, and they can not have the courage to
-endure pain like a red-skin." And he went on smoking
-thoughtfully.</p>
-
-<p>"Let my brother hearken, and he will see that I
-speak the truth," said Dumais.</p>
-
-<p>"Speak, thy brother gives ear."</p>
-
-<p>"The English and the Scotch," continued the Canadian,
-"dwell in a great island beyond the great water.
-The English dwell on the plains, while the Scotch inhabit
-the mountains. The English are as many as the
-grains of sand about the shores of this lake, while the
-Scotch are but as the sands of this little island. Yet
-the Scotch have withstood the English in war for as
-many moons as there are leaves on this great maple.
-The English are rich, the Scotch poor. When the
-Scotch beat the English, they return to their mountains<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">186</a></span>
-laden with booty; when the English beat the Scotch,
-they get nothing. The profit is all on one side."</p>
-
-<p>"If the English are so numerous," said Grand-Loutre,
-"why do they not pursue their enemies into the
-mountains and kill every man of them? They could
-not escape, since, as my brother says, they live on the
-same island."</p>
-
-<p>"Houa!" cried Dumais, after the fashion of the
-savages, "I will show my brother why. The Scotch
-mountains are so high that if an army of young Englishmen
-were to ascend them but half way, they would
-be an army of graybeards before they got down again."</p>
-
-<p>"The French are always tomfools," said the Indian.
-"They can't do anything but talk nonsense. Soon they
-will put on petticoats and go and sit with our squaws,
-and amuse them with their funny stories. They never
-talk seriously like men."</p>
-
-<p>"My brother ought to understand," said Dumais,
-"that what I said was merely to impress upon him the
-remarkable height of the Scottish mountains."</p>
-
-<p>"Let my brother continue. Grand-Loutre hears and
-understands," said the Indian, accustomed to this figurative
-style of speech.</p>
-
-<p>"The Scotch legs are as strong as those of a moose
-and active as those of a roebuck," continued Dumais.</p>
-
-<p>"True," said the Indian, "if they are all like the
-prisoner here, who, in spite of his bonds, kept right on
-my heels all the way. He has the legs of an Indian."</p>
-
-<p>"The English," said Dumais, "are large and strong,
-but they have soft legs and huge bellies. When they
-pursue their more active enemies into the mountains
-the Scotchmen lie in ambush and kill them by the
-score. The war seemed as if it would last forever.
-When the English took prisoners they used to burn
-many of them; but these would sing their death-song<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">187</a></span>
-at the stake and heap insult on their torturers by telling
-them that they had drunk out of the skulls of their
-ancestors."</p>
-
-<p>"Houa!" cried Grand-Loutre, "they are men these
-Scotch."</p>
-
-<p>"The Scotch had a great chief named Wallace, a
-mighty warrior. When he set out for war the earth
-trembled under his feet. He was as tall as yonder
-fir-tree and as strong as an army. An accursed wretch
-betrayed him for money, he was taken prisoner and sentenced
-to be hung. At this news a cry of rage and
-grief went up from all the mountains of Scotland. All
-the warriors painted their faces black, a great council
-was held, and ten chiefs bearing the pipe of peace set
-out for England. They were conducted into a great
-wigwam, the council fire was lighted, and for a long
-time every one spoke in silence. At length an old
-chief took up the word, and said: 'My brother, the
-earth has drunk enough of the blood of these two great
-nations, and we wish to bury the hatchet. Give us
-back Wallace and we will remain hostages in his place.
-You shall put us to death if ever again he lifts the
-tomahawk against you.' With these words he handed
-the pipe of peace to the Great Ononthio of the English,
-who waved it aside, saying sternly, 'Within three days
-Wallace shall be hung.' 'Listen my brother,' said the
-great Scotch chief, 'if Wallace must die let him die the
-death of a warrior. Hanging is a death for dogs.'
-And again he presented the pipe of peace, and Ononthio
-refused it. The deputies withdrew and consulted
-together. On their return the great chief said: 'Let my
-brother hearken favorably to my last words. Let him
-fix eleven stakes to burn Wallace and these ten warriors,
-who will be proud to share his fate and will thank
-their brother for his clemency.' Once more he offered<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">188</a></span>
-the pipe of peace, and once more Ononthio rejected
-it."</p>
-
-<p>"Houa!" cried Grand-Loutre, "those were noble
-and generous words. But my brother has not told me
-how the Scotch are now friends with the English and
-fighting against the French."</p>
-
-<p>"With rage in their hearts, the deputies returned to
-their mountains. At their death-cries, which they
-uttered at the gate of every town and village to announce
-the fate of Wallace, every one rushed to arms;
-and the war between the two nations continued for as
-many moons as there are grains of sand here in my
-hand," said Dumais, picking up a handful. "The Scotch
-were generally beaten by their swarming enemies, and
-their rivers ran with blood, but they knew not how to
-yield. The war would have been going on still but for
-a traitor who warned the English that nine Scotch
-chiefs, having gathered in a cavern to drink fire-water,
-had fallen to sleep there like our brother Talamousse."</p>
-
-<p>"The red-skins," said Grand-Loutre, "are never
-traitors to their own people. They deceive their enemies,
-but never their friends. Will my brother tell me
-how it comes that there are traitors among the pale
-faces?"</p>
-
-<p>Dumais, a little puzzled to answer this question, went
-on as if he had not heard it.</p>
-
-<p>"The nine chiefs were taken to a great city and condemned
-to be hung within a month. On this sad news
-fires were lighted on all the hills of Scotland to summon
-a grand council of all the warriors. The wise men spoke
-fine words for three days and three nights, but came to
-no conclusion. Then they consulted the spirits, and a
-great medicine-man declared that the Manitou was
-angry with his children, and that they must bury the
-hatchet forever. Twenty warriors with blackened faces<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">189</a></span>
-betook themselves to the chief town of the English, and
-before the gates they uttered a death-cry for every captive
-chief. A great council was held, and Ononthio
-granted peace on condition that they should give hostages,
-that they should deliver up their strongholds, that
-the two nations should henceforth be as one, and that
-the English and Scotch warriors should fight shoulder
-to shoulder against the enemies of the great Ononthio.
-A feast was made which lasted three days and three
-nights, and at which so much brandy was drunk that
-the women took away all the tomahawks. Had they
-not done so the war would have broken out anew. The
-English were so rejoiced that they promised to send the
-Scotch all the heads, feet, and tails of the sheep which
-they should kill in the future."</p>
-
-<p>"The English must be generous, indeed," said the
-Indian.</p>
-
-<p>"My brother must see by this," continued Dumais,
-"that a Scotch warrior would rather be burned than
-hung, and he will sell me his share of the prisoner. Let
-my brother fix his price, and Dumais will not count the
-cost."</p>
-
-<p>"Grand-Loutre will not sell his share of the prisoner,"
-said the Indian. "He has promised Taoutsi and
-Katakoui to hand him over to-morrow at Petit-Marigotte,
-and he will keep his word. The council will be assembled,
-and Grand-Loutre will speak to the young men.
-If the young men consent not to burn him, it will then
-be time to hand him over to D'Haberville."</p>
-
-<p>"My brother knows Dumais," said the Canadian.
-"He knows that he is rich and a man of his word.
-Dumais will pay for the prisoner six times as much as
-Ononthio pays the Indians for every one of his enemies'
-scalps."</p>
-
-<p>"Grand-Loutre knows," said the Indian, "that his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">190</a></span>
-brother speaks the truth, but he will not sell his share
-of the prisoner."</p>
-
-<p>The eyes of the Canadian shot flame, and instinctively
-he grasped his hatchet; but, suddenly changing
-his mind, he assumed an indifferent air, and knocked
-the ashes out of the bowl of his tomahawk, which served
-the Canadians as well as the savages for tobacco-pipe
-when on the march. Although the first hostile movement
-of the Canadian had not escaped the keen eye of
-his companion, the latter went on smoking tranquilly.</p>
-
-<p>The words of Dumais had revived the spark of hope
-in Archie's heart. In spite of his bitter remorse, he was
-too young to bid farewell without regret to all that made
-life dear. Could he, the last of his race, willingly suffer
-the shield of the Camerons to go to the tomb with a
-stain? Could he endure to die, leaving the D'Habervilles
-to think that they had cherished a viper in their
-bosom? He thought of the despair of Jules, the curses
-of the implacable captain, the silent grief of the good
-woman who used to call him her son, the sorrow of the
-fair girl whom he had hoped one day to call by a tenderer
-name than that of sister. Archie was, indeed,
-young to die; and with the renewal of hope in his
-heart, he again clung desperately to life.</p>
-
-<p>He had followed with ever-increasing anxiety the
-scene that was passing before him. He endeavored to
-comprehend it by watching the faces of the speakers.
-Dark as was the night, he had lost nothing of the hate
-and scorn which were flashed upon him from the cruel
-eyes of the savages. Knowing the ferocity of the Indians
-when under the influence of alcohol, it was not
-without surprise he saw Dumais passing them the bottle;
-but when he saw one refuse to drink and the other
-stretched in drunken stupor on the sand, he understood
-the Canadian's tactics. When he heard the name of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">191</a></span>
-Wallace, he remembered that during Dumais's illness he
-had often entertained him with fabulous stories about
-his favorite hero, but he was puzzled to guess the Canadian's
-purpose in talking about the deeds of a Scottish
-warrior. If he had understood the latter part of Dumais's
-story, he would have recalled the chaffing of
-Jules in regard to the pretended delicacies of his countrymen.
-When he saw the angry gleam in the Canadian's
-eyes, when he saw him grasp his tomahawk, he was
-on the point of crying not to strike. His generous soul
-foresaw the dangers to which his friend would be exposed
-if he should kill an Indian belonging to a tribe
-allied with the French.</p>
-
-<p>The Canadian was silent for some time. He refilled
-his pipe, began to smoke, and at length said
-quietly:</p>
-
-<p>"When Grand-Loutre, with his father, his wife, and his
-two sons, fell sick of the small-pox over by South River,
-Dumais sought them out. At the risk of bringing the
-disease upon himself and family, he carried them to his
-own wigwam, where he nursed them for three moons.
-It was not the fault of Dumais if the old man and the
-two boys died; Dumais had them buried like Christians,
-and the Black Robe has prayed to the Great
-Spirit for their souls."</p>
-
-<p>"If Dumais," replied the Indian, "if Dumais and
-his wife and his children had fallen sick in the forest,
-Grand-Loutre would have carried them to his wigwam,
-would have fished for them and would have hunted for
-them, would have bought them the fire-water which is
-the Frenchman's medicine, and would have said, 'Eat
-and drink my brothers, and recover your strength.'
-Grand-Loutre and his squaw would have watched day
-and night by the couch of their French friends; and
-never would Grand-Loutre have said, 'Remember that I<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">192</a></span>
-fed you and took care of you and bought fire-water for
-you with my furs.' Let my brother take the prisoner,"
-continued the Indian, drawing himself up proudly;
-"the red-skin is no longer in debt to the pale face!"
-And he calmly resumed his smoking.</p>
-
-<p>"Listen, my brother," said the Canadian, "and pardon
-Dumais that he has hidden the truth. He knew
-not thy great heart. Now he is going to speak in the
-presence of the Great Spirit himself, in whose presence
-he dare not lie."</p>
-
-<p>"That is true," said the Indian, "let my brother
-speak."</p>
-
-<p>"When Grand-Loutre was sick two years ago," continued
-the Canadian, "Dumais told him about his adventure
-when the ice went out that spring at the Falls of
-St. Thomas, and how he was saved by a young Scotchman
-who had arrived that very evening at the house of
-the Seigneur de Beaumont."</p>
-
-<p>"My brother has told me," said the Indian, "and
-he has shown me the little island suspended over the
-abyss, whereon he awaited death. Grand-Loutre knew
-the place and the old cedar to which my brother
-clung."</p>
-
-<p>"Very well!" replied Dumais, rising and taking off
-his cap, "thy brother swears in the presence of the
-Great Spirit that the prisoner is none other than the
-young Scotchman who saved his life!"</p>
-
-<p>The Indian gave a great cry which went echoing
-wildly round the lake. He sprang to his feet, drew his
-knife, and rushed upon the captive. Lochiel thought
-his hour had come and commended his soul to God.
-What was his surprise when the savage cut his bonds,
-grasped his hands with every mark of delight, and
-pushed him into the arms of his friend. Dumais pressed
-Archie to his breast, then sank upon his knees and cried:</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">193</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"I have prayed to thee, O God, to extend the right
-arm of your protection over this noble and generous
-man. My wife and my children have never ceased to
-make the same prayer. I thank thee, O God, that thou
-hast granted me even more than I had dared to ask.
-I thank thee, O God, for I should have committed a
-crime to save his life, and should have gone to my grave
-a murderer."</p>
-
-<p>"Now," said Lochiel, after endeavoring to thank his
-rescuer, "let us get off as quickly as possible, my dear
-Dumais; for if my absence from camp is perceived I
-am ruined utterly. I will explain as we go."</p>
-
-<p>Just as they were setting foot in the canoe the cry
-of the osprey was heard three times from the lake shore
-opposite the island. "It is the young men from Marigotte
-coming to look for you, my brother," said Grand-Loutre,
-turning to Lochiel. "Taoutsi and Katakoui must have
-met some of them, and told them they had an English
-prisoner on the island; but they will shout a long time
-without awakening Talamousse, and as to Grand-Loutre,
-he is going to sleep till the Canadian gets back. <i>Bon
-voyage</i>, my brothers." As Archie and his companion
-directed their course toward the north they heard for a
-long time the cries of the osprey, which were uttered at
-short intervals by the Indians on the south shore.</p>
-
-<p>"I fear," said Archie, "that the young Abénaquis
-warriors, foiled in their amiable intent, will make a bad
-quarter of an hour for our friends on the island."</p>
-
-<p>"It is true," replied his companion, "that we are
-depriving them of a very great pleasure. They find the
-time long at Marigotte, and to-morrow might have been
-passed very pleasantly in roasting a prisoner."</p>
-
-<p>Lochiel shuddered in spite of himself.</p>
-
-<p>"As for the two <i>canaouas</i> (red rascals) we have left,
-do not trouble yourself for them, they will know how to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">194</a></span>
-get out of the scrape. The Indian is the most independent
-being imaginable, and renders account to nobody
-for his actions unless it suits him. Moreover, the worst
-that could happen to them in the present instance would
-be, using their own expression, to cover the half of the
-prisoner with beaver skins or their equivalent&mdash;in other
-words, to pay their share in him to Taoutsi and Katakoui.
-It is more probable, however, that Grand-Loutre, who is
-a kind of a wag among them, would choose rather to
-raise a laugh at the expense of his two disappointed
-comrades, for he is never without resource. He will say,
-perhaps, that Talamousse and he had a perfect right to
-dispose of their half of the prisoner; that the half which
-they had set free had run away with the other half;
-that they had better hurry after him, for the prisoner was
-loaded with their share of himself and therefore could
-not travel very fast; with other waggery that would be
-hugely relished by the Indians. It is more probable,
-however, that he will speak to them of my adventure at
-the falls of St. Thomas, which the Abénaquis know
-about, and will tell them that it was to your devotion I
-owed my life. Then, as the Indians never forget a good
-turn, they will cry, 'Our brothers have done well to set
-free the savior of our friend the pale face!'"</p>
-
-<p>Lochiel wished to enter into full details in order to
-excuse himself in the eyes of Dumais for his cruel conduct
-on the day preceding; but the latter stopped him.</p>
-
-<p>"A man like you, sir," said the Canadian, "need
-make me no explanation. I could hardly suspect a
-heart so noble and so self-forgetful of failing at all in
-the sentiments of humanity and gratitude. I am a
-soldier, and I know all the duties imposed upon one by
-military discipline. I have assisted at hideous performances
-on the part of our barbarous allies, which in my
-position as sergeant I might have been able to prevent<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">195</a></span>
-had not my hands been tied by the orders of my
-superiors. It is a hard calling for sympathetic hearts,
-this profession of ours.</p>
-
-<p>"I have been witness of a spectacle," continued Dumais,
-"which makes me shudder now when I think of it.
-I have seen these barbarians burn an English woman.
-She was a young woman of great beauty. I still see her
-tied to the stake, where they tortured her for eight mortal
-hours. I still see her in the midst of her butchers,
-clothed, like our first mother, in nothing but her long,
-fair hair. I shall hear forever her heart-rending cry of
-'My God! my God!' We did all we could to buy her
-back, but in vain; for her father, her husband, and her
-brothers, in defending her with the courage of despair,
-had killed many of the savages, and among them two of
-their chiefs. We were but fifteen Canadians, against at
-least two hundred Indians. I was young then, and I
-wept like a child. Ducros, who was nicknamed the
-Terror, foamed with rage and cried to Franc&oelig;ur: 'What!
-sergeant, shall we, who are men and Frenchmen, let
-them burn a poor woman before our eyes? Give the
-order, sergeant, and I will split the skulls of ten of these
-red hounds before they have time to defend themselves.'
-And he would have done it, for he was a mighty man&mdash;was
-the Terror&mdash;and quick as a fish. Black Bear, one
-of their greatest warriors, approached us with a sneer.
-Ducros sprang toward him with his tomahawk uplifted,
-crying: 'Take your hatchet, coward, and you shall see
-that you have no woman to deal with!' The Indian
-shrugged his shoulders with an air of pity, and said
-slowly; 'The pale face is childish; he would kill his
-friend to defend the squaw of a dog of an Englishman,
-his enemy.' The sergeant put an end to the argument
-by ordering Ducros back into the ranks. He was a
-brave and generous heart, this sergeant, as his name<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">196</a></span>
-attested. With tears in his eyes, he said to us: 'It would
-be useless for me to disobey my orders; we would all be
-massacred without doing the poor woman any good.
-What would be the consequence? The great tribe of
-the Abénaquis would forsake its alliance with the
-French, would join our enemies, and our own women
-and children would share the fate of this unhappy English
-woman. Their blood would be upon my head.'
-Well, Mr. Archie, for six months after this hideous
-scene I used to start from my sleep bathed in sweat,
-with those heart-rending cries of 'My God! My God!'
-shrieking in my ears. They wondered at my coolness
-when the ice was bearing me down to the falls of St.
-Thomas. Here is the explanation of it. Through the
-tumult and uproar I was hearing the screams of the unhappy
-English woman, and I believed that Heaven was
-punishing me, as I deserved, for not having succored
-her. For, you see, Mr. Archie, that man often makes
-laws which God is very far from sanctioning."</p>
-
-<p>"True, indeed," said Archie, sighing.</p>
-
-<p>During the rest of their journey the two friends
-talked about the D'Habervilles. Archie learned that the
-ladies and Uncle Raoul, on the appearance of the English
-fleet in the St. Lawrence, had taken refuge within
-the walls of Quebec. Captain D'Haberville and Jules
-were in camp at Beaupré, with their respective regiments.</p>
-
-<p>Fearing lest Archie should fall in with some of the
-Abénaquis spies who were hanging on the skirts of the
-English, he escorted Archie all the way to his encampment.
-Archie's parting words were as follows:</p>
-
-<p>"You have paid me life for life, my friend; but, for
-my part, I shall never forget what I owe you. How
-strangely our lives have come together, Dumais! Two
-years ago I came all the way from Quebec to South<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">197</a></span>
-River just in time to snatch you from the abyss. Yesterday,
-having but just landed from a voyage across the
-ocean, I am made prisoner; and you find yourself waiting
-on a little island in Trois-Saumons Lake to save my
-honor and my life. The hand of God is in it. Farewell,
-dear friend. However adventurous the soldier's
-career, I cling to the hope that Fate will bring us again
-together, and that I may give your children further
-cause to bless my memory."</p>
-
-<p>When the sun arose, the Highlanders remarked the
-strange pallor of their young chief. They concluded
-that, dreading a surprise, he had passed the night in
-wandering about the camp. After a light meal, Archie
-gave the order to burn the house beside the mill. He
-had scarcely resumed the march when a messenger came
-from Montgomery, ordering him to cease from the work
-of destruction.</p>
-
-<p>"It is time!" cried Archie, gnawing his sword-hilt.</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">198</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XIII">CHAPTER XIII.<br />
-<span class="chapsmall">THE PLAINS OF ABRAHAM.</span></h2>
-</div>
-<p class="center">
-Il est des occasions dans la guerre où le plus brave doit fuir.</p>
-
-<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Cervantes.</span>
-</p>
-
-<p><i>Vae victis!</i> says the wisdom of the nations. Woe to
-the conquered!&mdash;not only because of the ruin which
-follows defeat, but because the vanquished are always
-in the wrong. They suffer materially, they suffer in
-their wounded self-love, they suffer in their reputation
-as soldiers. Let them have fought one against twenty,
-let them have performed prodigies of heroism, they are
-nevertheless and always the vanquished. Even their
-fellow-countrymen forgive them hardly. History records
-but their defeat. Here and there they get a word
-of approval from some writer of their race; but the
-praise is almost always mixed with reproach. Pen and
-compass in hand, we fight the battle over again. We
-teach the generals, whose bodies rest on the well-fought
-field, how they might have managed affairs much better.
-Seated in a well-stuffed arm-chair, we proudly demonstrate
-the skillful man&oelig;uvres by which they might have
-snatched the victory; and bitterly we reproach them
-with their defeat. They have deserved a more generous
-treatment. A great general, who has equaled in
-our own day the exploits of Alexander and of Cæsar,
-has said: "Who is he that has never made a mistake in
-battle?" <i>Vae victis!</i></p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">199</a></span></p>
-
-<p>It was the 13th day of September, 1759, a day accursed
-in the annals of France. The English army,
-under General Wolfe, after having eluded the vigilance
-of the French sentinels and surprised the pickets under
-cover of the darkness, were discovered at daybreak on
-the Plains of Abraham, where they were beginning to
-entrench themselves. Montcalm was either carried
-away by his chivalrous courage, or he concluded that
-the work of entrenchment had to be at once interrupted;
-for he attacked the English with only a portion of his
-troops, and was defeated, as he might have foreseen, by
-the overwhelming numbers of the enemy. On this
-memorable battle field both generals laid down their
-lives&mdash;Wolfe bestowing upon his country a colony half
-as large as Europe, Montcalm losing to France a vast
-territory which the King and his improvident ministers
-knew not how to appreciate.</p>
-
-<p>Woe to the vanquished! Had Montcalm been victorious
-he would have been lauded to the skies, instead
-of being heaped with reproaches for not awaiting the
-re-enforcements which would have come from De Vaudreuil
-and De Bougainville. We would have praised
-his tactics in hurling himself upon the enemy before the
-latter had had time to establish himself. We would
-have said that a hundred men behind cover were equal
-to a thousand in the open. We would never have imputed
-to General Montcalm any jealous and unworthy
-motives. His shining laurels, gained on so many glorious
-fields, would have shielded him from any such suspicions.</p>
-
-<p><i>Vae victis!</i> After the fatal battle of the 13th the
-city of Quebec was little more than a heap of ruins.
-Not even the fortifications furnished shelter, for a portion
-of the ramparts had been shattered to fragments.
-The magazines were empty of ammunition, and the gunners,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">200</a></span>
-rather to conceal their distress than with any hope
-of injuring the enemy, answered the English batteries
-only with an occasional cannon-shot. There were no
-provisions left. Yet they bring the charge of cowardice
-against the brave garrison which endured so much and
-defended itself so valiantly. If the governor, a new
-Nostradamus, had known that the Chevalier de Lévis
-was bringing succor to the city, and, instead of capitulating,
-had awaited the arrival of the French troops, it
-is certain that the garrison would have been lavishly
-applauded for its courage. To be sure the garrison
-showed itself most pusillanimous in giving up a city
-which it was no longer able to defend! To be sure it
-should rather have put its trust in the humanity of an
-enemy who had already carried fire and sword through
-all the peaceful villages, and should have refused to consider
-the lives of the citizens, the honor of their wives
-and daughters, exposed to all the horrors of a capture
-by assault! Assuredly this unhappy garrison was very
-pusillanimous! Woe to the vanquished!</p>
-
-<p>After the capitulation the English left nothing undone
-to secure themselves in the possession of a place
-so important. The walls were rebuilt, new fortifications
-added, and the batteries immensely strengthened. It
-was conceivable that the besiegers might become the
-besieged. This foresight was justified, for in the following
-spring General Lévis took the offensive with an
-army of eight thousand men, made up of regulars and
-militia in about equal numbers.</p>
-
-<p>At eight o'clock in the morning, April 28, 1760, the
-English army was drawn up in order of battle on the
-same field where it had moved to victory seven months
-before. General Murray, with this army of six thousand
-men and twenty guns, held a very strong position, while
-the French army, a little more numerous, but supported<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">201</a></span>
-by only two guns, occupied the heights of St. Foy.
-The French were wearied with their painful march over
-the marshes of La Suède, but they burned to wipe out
-the memory of their defeat. The hate of centuries
-stirred the bosoms of both armies. The courage of
-both was beyond question, and fifteen thousand of the
-best troops in the world only awaited the word of their
-commanders to spring at each other's throats.</p>
-
-<p>Jules D'Haberville, who had distinguished himself in
-the first battle on the Plains of Abraham, was with a detachment
-commanded by Captain d'Aiguebelle. By
-order of General de Lévis, this detachment had at first
-abandoned Dumont's mill under the attack of a much
-superior force. Jules was severely wounded by the explosion
-of a shell, which had shattered his left arm, but
-he refused to go to the rear. Presently the general concluded
-that the mill was a position of supreme importance,
-and, when he gave the order to recapture it, Jules
-led his company to the charge, carrying his arm in a
-sling.</p>
-
-<p>Almost all Murray's artillery was directed to the
-maintenance of this position. The French grenadiers
-charged on the run. The bullets and grape decimated
-their ranks, but they closed up as accurately as if they
-were on parade. The mill was taken and retaken several
-times during this memorable struggle. Jules
-D'Haberville, "the little grenadier," as the soldiers
-called him, had hurled himself, sword in hand, into the
-very midst of the enemy, who yielded ground for a moment;
-but scarcely had the French established themselves,
-when the English returned to the attack in overwhelming
-numbers, and took the position after a most
-bloody struggle.</p>
-
-<p>The French grenadiers, thrown for a moment into
-disorder, reformed at a little distance under a scathing<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">202</a></span>
-fire; then, charging for the third time, they carried the
-position at the point of the bayonet, and held it.</p>
-
-<p>One would have thought, during this last charge,
-that the love of life was extinct in the soul of Jules,
-who, his heart torn by what he thought the treason
-of his friend, and by the total ruin of his family, appeared
-to seek death as a blessing. As soon as the
-order for that third charge was given he sprang forward
-like a tiger with the cry of, "<i>À moi grenadiers!</i>" and
-hurled himself single handed upon the English. When
-the French found themselves masters of the position
-they drew Jules from under a heap of dead and wounded.
-Seeing that he was yet alive, two grenadiers carried him
-to a little brook near the mill, where he soon returned
-to consciousness. It was rather loss of blood than the
-severity of his hurt that had caused the swoon. A
-blow from a saber had split his helmet and gashed his
-head without fracturing the skull. Jules wished to return
-to the fight, but one of the grenadiers said to him:</p>
-
-<p>"Not for a little while, my officer. You have had
-enough for the present, and the sun beats like the devil
-out there, which is very dangerous for a wound on the
-head. We are going to leave you in the shade of these
-trees." D'Haberville, too weak to oppose them further,
-soon found himself lying among a number of the
-wounded, who had had strength enough to drag themselves
-into the grove. Every one knows its result, this
-second battle of the Plains of Abraham. The victory
-was dear bought by the French and the Canadians, who
-suffered no less severely than their enemies. It was a
-useless bloodshed. New France, abandoned by the
-mother country, was ceded to England by the careless
-Louis three years after the battle.</p>
-
-<p>Lochiel had cleared himself nobly of the suspicions
-which his foe, Montgomery, had sought to fix upon<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">203</a></span>
-him. His wide knowledge, his zeal in the study of his
-profession, his skill in all military exercises, his sobriety,
-his vigilance when in guard of a post, all these had
-put him high in esteem. His dashing courage tempered
-with prudence in the attack on the French lines
-at Montmorency and on the field of the first Battle of
-the Plains had been noticed by General Murray, who
-commended him publicly.</p>
-
-<p>On the defeat of the English army at this second
-battle, Lochiel, after tremendous fighting at the head of
-his Highlanders, was the last to yield a position which
-he had defended inch by inch. Instead of following
-the throng of fugitives toward Quebec, he noticed that
-Dumont's Mill was now evacuated by the French, who
-were pursuing their enemies with great slaughter. To
-conceal his route from the enemy, Archie led his men
-between the mill and the adjoining wood. Just then he
-heard some one calling his name; and turning, he saw
-an officer, his arm in a sling, his uniform in tatters, his
-head wrapped in a bloody cloth, staggering to meet him
-sword in hand.</p>
-
-<p>"What are you doing, brave Cameron of Lochiel?"
-cried the unknown. "The mill has been evacuated by
-our brave soldiers, and is no longer defended by women
-and children and feeble old men. Return, valorous
-Cameron, and crown your exploits by burning it down."</p>
-
-<p>It was impossible to mistake the mocking voice of
-Jules D'Haberville, although his face was unrecognizable
-for blood and powder.</p>
-
-<p>On hearing these insulting words, Archie felt nothing
-but tenderest loving pity for the friend of his youth. His
-heart beat as if to break; a sob labored from his bosom,
-and again he seemed to hear the witch of the manor crying
-ominously: "Keep your pity for yourself, Archibald
-de Lochiel. You will have need of it all on that day<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">204</a></span>
-when you shall carry in your arms the bleeding body of
-him you now call your brother!"</p>
-
-<p>Forgetting the critical position in which he was keeping
-his men, Archie halted his company and went forward
-to meet Jules. For one moment all the young
-Frenchman's love for his adopted brother seemed to
-revive, but, restraining himself sternly, he cried in a
-bitter voice:</p>
-
-<p>"Defend yourself, M. de Lochiel; you, who love
-easy triumphs, defend yourself, traitor!"</p>
-
-<p>At this new insult, Archie folded his arms and answered,
-in a tone of tender reproach:</p>
-
-<p>"Thou, too, my brother Jules, even thou, too, hast
-thou condemned me unheard?"</p>
-
-<p>At these words a nervous shock seemed to paralyze
-the little remaining strength of poor Jules. The sword
-dropped from his hand and he fell forward on his face.
-Archie sent one of his men to the brook for water, and,
-without thinking of the danger to which he exposed
-himself, took his friend in his arms and carried him to
-the edge of the woods, where some of the wounded Canadians,
-touched at the sight of an Englishman bestowing
-so much care on their young officer, made no move
-to injure him, although they had reloaded their guns at
-the approach of his men. Archie examined his friend's
-wounds, and saw that he had fainted from loss of blood.
-A little cold water in his face soon brought him back
-to consciousness. He opened his eyes and looked at
-Archie, but made no attempt to speak. The latter
-clasped his hand, which seemed to return a gentle
-pressure.</p>
-
-<p>"Farewell, Jules," said Archie. "Farewell, my
-brother. Harsh duty forces me to leave you; but we
-shall meet again, in better days." And he turned back
-sorrowfully to his troop.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">205</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Now, my boys," said Lochiel, after throwing a rapid
-glance over the plain and listening to the confused noises
-of the distant flight, "now, my boys, no false delicacy,
-for the battle is hopelessly lost. We must now display
-the agility of our Highland legs, if we want to take a
-hand in future battles. Forward now, and do not lose
-sight of me."</p>
-
-<p>Taking advantage of every inequality of the ground,
-lending heedful ear to the shouts of the French, who
-were endeavoring to crowd the English into the St.
-Charles, Lochiel led his men into Quebec without further
-loss. This valiant company had already suffered
-enough. Half its men had been left on the field of battle,
-and of its officers Lochiel was the sole survivor.</p>
-
-<p>All honor to vanquished heroism! Honor to the
-English dead, whose bodies were buried in confusion
-with those of their enemies on the twenty-eighth day of
-April, 1760! Honor to the soldiers of France, over
-whose bodies grows green, with every succeeding spring,
-the turf of the Plains of Abraham! When the last
-trump shall sound, and these foes shall rise from their
-last sleep side by side, will they have forgotten their
-ancient hate, or will they spring once more at each other's
-throats?</p>
-
-<p>Honor to the vanquished brave! Among the soldiers
-whose names are bright on the pages of history
-there is but one who, on the morrow of a glorious triumph,
-uncovered his head before his captives and cried,
-"All honor to the vanquished brave!" He knew that
-his words would last forever, graven on the heart of
-France. Great soldiers there are many; but niggard
-Nature takes centuries to frame a hero.</p>
-
-<p>The field of battle after the victory presented a
-ghastly sight. Men and horses, the wounded and the
-dead, were frozen into the mire of blood and water, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">206</a></span>
-could be extricated only with pain and difficulty. The
-wounded of both nations were treated by the Chevalier
-de Lévis with the same tender care. Most of them were
-carried to the Convent of the Hospital Nuns. The convent
-and all its outbuildings were crowded. All the
-linen, all the clothing of the inmates was torn up for
-bandages, and the good nuns had nothing left for themselves
-but the clothes they were wearing upon the day
-of battle.</p>
-
-<p>Taking refuge after his defeat behind the ramparts
-of Quebec, General Murray made a vigorous resistance.
-As they had but twenty guns with which to arm their
-siege-batteries, the French could do little more than
-blockade the city and wait for the re-enforcements which
-never came. The English general requested permission
-to send an officer three times a week to visit his wounded
-in the hospital. This request was readily granted by
-the humane De Lévis. Lochiel knew that his friend
-must be lying in the hospital, but he could get no news
-of him. Although consumed with anxiety, he dreaded
-to put himself in a false position by inquiries too minute.
-It might have been considered natural that he would
-wish to visit his wounded countrymen, but with true
-Scotch caution he let none of his anxiety appear. It was
-not till the tenth day after the battle, when his regular
-turn came, that he found himself approaching the hospital
-under the escort of a French officer.</p>
-
-<p>"I wonder," said Lochiel, "if you would consider it
-an indiscretion on my part were I to ask for a private
-interview with the lady superior?"</p>
-
-<p>"I see no indiscretion in it," answered the Frenchman,"
-but I fear I would be exceeding my orders were I
-to permit it. I am ordered to lead you to your countrymen
-and nothing more."</p>
-
-<p>"I am sorry," said the Scotchman indifferently. "It<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">207</a></span>
-is a little disappointing to me; but let us speak no more
-of it."</p>
-
-<p>The French officer was silent some minutes; he
-thought to himself that the Scotchman, speaking French
-like a Parisian, had probably made the acquaintance of
-some Canadian families shut up in Quebec; that he was
-perhaps charged with some message from the relations
-or friends of the superior, and that it would be cruel to
-refuse his request. Presently he said:</p>
-
-<p>"As I am persuaded that neither you nor the lady
-superior can be forming any designs against our batteries,
-I think that perhaps, after all, I might grant your
-request without exceeding my duty."</p>
-
-<p>Lochiel, who had been staking all his hopes of a reconciliation
-with the D'Habervilles upon this interview,
-could scarcely conceal his joy; but he answered quietly:</p>
-
-<p>"Thank you, monsieur, for your courtesy to myself
-and the good lady. Your batteries, protected by French
-valor, might feel reasonably secure even if we were conspiring
-against them."</p>
-
-<p>The corridors of the hospital which he had to traverse
-before reaching the parlor of the superior were literally
-thronged with the wounded; but Archie, seeing
-none of his own men, hastened on. After ringing the
-bell, he walked restlessly up and down the room. It
-was the same room in which he and Jules had had so
-many a dainty lunch in their happy school days; for the
-good superior was Jules's aunt.</p>
-
-<p>The superior received him with cold politeness, and
-said:</p>
-
-<p>"I am very sorry to have kept you waiting, sir; please
-take a seat."</p>
-
-<p>"I fear," said Archie, "that madam does not recognize
-me."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">208</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"A thousand pardons," replied the superior. "You
-are Mr. Archibald Cameron of Lochiel."</p>
-
-<p>"Once you called me Archie," said the young man.</p>
-
-<p>"The times are changed, sir," replied the nun, "and
-many things have happened since those days."</p>
-
-<p>Sighing deeply, Lochiel echoed her words:</p>
-
-<p>"The times are indeed changed, and many things
-have happened since those days. But at least, madam,
-tell me how is my brother, Jules D'Haberville?"</p>
-
-<p>"He whom you once called your brother, sir, is now,
-I hope, out of danger."</p>
-
-<p>"Thank God!" answered Lochiel, "now all hope is
-not utterly dead in my heart! If I were speaking to an
-ordinary person there would be nothing more for me to
-do but thank you for your condescension and retire;
-but I have the honor to address the sister of a brave soldier,
-the inheritor of a name made illustrious by many
-heroic deeds; and if madam will permit, if she will forget
-for a moment the ties which bind me to her family,
-if she will judge impartially between me and that family,
-then I might dare attempt, with some hope of success,
-to justify myself before her."</p>
-
-<p>"Speak, M. de Lochiel," replied the superior, "and
-I will listen, not as a D'Haberville but as a stranger. It
-is my duty as a Christian to hear impartially anything
-that might palliate your barbarous and heartless conduct
-toward a family that loved you so well."</p>
-
-<p>The sudden flush which covered the young man's
-face was followed by a pallor so ghastly that the superior
-thought he was about to faint. He grasped the
-grating between them with both hands, and leaned his
-head against it for some moments; then, mastering his
-emotion, he told his story as the reader already knows it.</p>
-
-<p>Archie went into the most minute details, down to
-his misgivings when his regiment was ordered to leave<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">209</a></span>
-for Canada, down to the hereditary hatred of the Montgomerys
-for the Camerons; and he accused himself of
-cowardice in not having sacrificed even his honor to the
-gratitude he owed the D'Habervilles. From the utterance
-of Montgomery's barbarous order he omitted not
-the smallest incident. He described the anguish of his
-despair, his curses, and his vows of vengeance against
-Montgomery. In painting the emotions which had tortured
-his soul, Lochiel had small need to add anything
-in the way of justification. What argument could be
-more eloquent than the plain story of his despair!
-Lochiel's judge was one well fitted to understand him,
-for she it was who in her youth had one day said to her
-brother Captain D'Haberville: "My brother, you have
-not the means to worthily sustain the dignity of our
-house, except with the help of my share of the patrimony.
-To-morrow I enter a convent. Here is the deed
-wherein I renounce all claim in your favor."</p>
-
-<p>The good woman had heard Archie's story with ever-increasing
-emotion. She stretched out her clasped
-hands to him as he described his anguished imprecations
-against Montgomery. The tears flowed down her cheeks
-as he described his remorse and his resignation while,
-bound to the tree, he awaited a hideous death.</p>
-
-<p>"My dear Archie," exclaimed the holy woman.</p>
-
-<p>"Oh! thank you, thank you a thousand times for
-those words," cried Lochiel, clasping his hands.</p>
-
-<p>"My dear Archie," exclaimed the superior, "I absolve
-you with all my heart. You have but done your
-painful duty in obeying your orders. By any other
-course you would have destroyed yourself irretrievably
-without preventing the ruin of our family. Yes, I forgive
-you freely, but I hope that you will now pardon
-your enemy."</p>
-
-<p>"He who was my enemy, madam, has gone to solicit<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">210</a></span>
-pardon from him who will judge us all. He was one of
-the first to fly from the field of battle which proved so
-disastrous to our arms. A bullet stretched him upon the
-ice, wounded to the death. He had not even a stone
-on which to rest his head. A tomahawk ended his sufferings,
-and his scalp hangs now at the belt of an Abénaquis
-warrior. May God pardon him, as I do, with all
-my heart!"</p>
-
-<p>A divine light beamed softly in the eyes of the nun.
-Born as revengeful as her brother the seigneur, her religion
-of love and charity had made her as all charitable
-as itself. After a moment of rapt meditation, she said:</p>
-
-<p>"With Jules, I doubt not, you will find reconciliation
-easy. He has been at death's door. During his delirium
-your name was forever on his lips, sometimes with
-the fiercest reproaches, but more often with words of love
-and tenderest endearment. One must know my nephew
-well, must know the sublime self-abnegation of which
-his soul is capable, in order to comprehend his love for
-you. Many a time has he said to me: 'If it were necessary
-for me to-morrow to sacrifice my life for Archie, I
-would die with a smile on my lips, for I should be giving
-him the only worthy proof of my love.' Such love, in a
-heart so noble as his, is not soon or easily extinguished.
-He will rejoice to hear your justification from my lips,
-and you may be sure that I will spare no effort to reunite
-you. Since recovering from his delirium he has
-never mentioned your name; and as he is yet too weak
-to discuss a subject that would excite so much emotion,
-I must wait till he gets stronger. I shall hope to have
-good news for you at our next interview. Meanwhile,
-farewell till I see you again!"</p>
-
-<p>"Pray for me, madam, for I have great need of it,"
-exclaimed Archie.</p>
-
-<p>"That is what I do daily," answered the nun. "They<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">211</a></span>
-say, perhaps wrongly, that people of the world, and
-young officers particularly, have more need of prayer
-than we; but as for you, Archie, you must have greatly
-changed if you are not one of those who have least need
-of it," she added, smiling affectionately. "Farewell
-once more, and God bless you, my son!"</p>
-
-<p>The superior succeeded in satisfying Jules with Archie's
-explanation. About a fortnight after Archie's
-first visit, Jules was awaiting him, filled with a nervous
-anxiety to prove to him that all the old love was yet
-warm in his heart. It was understood that there should
-be no allusion to certain events, too painful for either to
-dwell upon.</p>
-
-<p>Archie was ushered into a little chamber which Jules,
-as nephew of the lady superior, was occupying in preference
-to certain officers of higher rank. Jules stretched
-out his arms and made a vain effort to rise from his armchair.
-Archie threw himself upon his neck, and for a
-time neither spoke.</p>
-
-<p>D'Haberville, after controlling his emotion with an
-effort, was the first to break silence:</p>
-
-<p>"The moments are precious, my dear Archie, and
-we must endeavor, if possible, to lift the veil which
-hangs over our future. We are no longer children;
-we are soldiers fighting under glorious banners, brothers
-in love but enemies upon the field of battle. I have
-grown ten years older during my sickness. I am no
-longer the broken-hearted young fool who rushed upon
-the enemy's battalions seeking death. No, my dear
-brother, let us live rather to see better days. Those were
-your last words when you handed over my bleeding
-body to the care of my grenadiers.</p>
-
-<p>"You know as well as I the precarious condition
-of this colony; all depends upon a mere throw of the
-dice. If France leaves us to our own resources, as it<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">212</a></span>
-seems but too probable she will do, and if your Government,
-attaching so grand an importance to the conquest
-of Canada, send you re-enforcments in the spring, we
-must raise the siege of Quebec and leave the country to
-you. In the opposite contingency we recapture Quebec
-and keep the colony. Now, my dear Archie, I want to
-know what you will do in the one case or the other."</p>
-
-<p>"In either case," said Lochiel, "as long as the war
-lasts I can not honorably resign my commission. But
-when peace comes, I propose to sell the poor remnant
-of my Highland estate and come and establish myself
-on this side of the water. My deepest affections are
-here. I love Canada, I love the simple and upright
-manners of your good <i>habitants</i>; and after a quiet but
-busy life, I would rest my head beneath the same sod
-with you, my brother."</p>
-
-<p>"My position is very different from yours," answered
-Jules. "You are the master of your actions; I am the
-slave of circumstance. If we lose Canada, it is probable
-that most of the Canadian nobility will move to France,
-where they will find protection and friends. If my
-family is of this number I can not leave the army. In
-the contrary case I shall return after some years of service,
-to live and die with my own people; and, like you,
-to sleep at last in the land I love so well. Everything
-leads me to hope, my brother, that after a storm-tossed
-youth we shall come to see happier days."</p>
-
-<p>The two friends parted after a long and loving talk,
-the last they were to have while the colony remained
-New France. When the reader meets them again after
-some years, the country will have changed both name
-and masters.</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">213</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XIV">CHAPTER XIV.<br />
-<span class="chapsmall">THE SHIPWRECK OF THE AUGUSTE.</span></h2>
-</div>
-
-<p>The predictions of the witch of the manor were accomplished.
-After the surrender of Quebec, the rich
-D'Habervilles had been but too glad to accept the hospitality
-of M. d'Egmont's cabin, whose remoteness had
-saved it from the flames. "The good gentleman" and
-Uncle Raoul, with the faithful André, had gone at once
-to work and raised the narrow attic, so as to leave the
-ground floor to the use of the ladies. To cheer the
-latter, the men affected a gayety which they were far
-from feeling; and their songs were often heard, mingled
-with the rapid strokes of the axe, the grating of the saw,
-the sharp whistling of the plane. By dint of toil and
-perseverance, they succeeded in sheltering themselves
-tolerably from the severity of the season; and had it not
-been for the anxiety which they suffered in regard to
-Captain D'Haberville and Jules, the winter would have
-passed pleasantly enough in their solitude.</p>
-
-<p>Their most difficult problem was that of provisions,
-for a veritable famine held sway in all the country-side.
-The little grain which the <i>habitants</i> had harvested was
-for the most part eaten boiled, in default of mill to grind
-it. The sole remaining resource lay in fishing and hunting,
-but M. d'Egmont and his servant were rather old to
-indulge in such exercises during the severe weather.
-Uncle Raoul, lame as he was, took charge of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">214</a></span>
-commissariat. He set snares to catch rabbits and partridges,
-and his fair niece helped him. Blanche made herself a
-sort of hunting costume; and simply ravishing she looked
-in her half-savage garb, her petticoat of blue cloth falling
-half-way below the knee, her scarlet gaiters, her
-deer-hide moccasins worked with beads and porcupine
-quills in vivid colors. Lovely, indeed, she looked as she
-returned to the house on her little snow-shoes, her face
-delicately flushed, her hands laden with her spoils.
-During the famine the <i>habitants</i> frequented Trois Saumons
-Lake in great numbers; they had beaten a hard
-road over the snow, which enabled Uncle Raoul to visit
-the lake on a sledge drawn by a huge dog. He always
-returned with an ample provision of trout and partridge.
-On such fare they got through the long winter. In the
-spring a veritable manna of wild pigeons came to the
-salvation of the colony; they were so innumerable that
-they could be knocked down with a stick.</p>
-
-<p>When Captain D'Haberville returned to his <i>seigneurie</i>
-he was utterly ruined, having saved nothing but the
-family plate. He did not care to come down on his
-impoverished tenants for their arrearages of rent, but
-rather hastened to their aid by rebuilding his mill on the
-Trois Saumons River. In this mill he lived several years
-with his family, till able to build a new manor house.</p>
-
-<p>A poor lodging, truly&mdash;three narrow chambers in a
-mill&mdash;for a family once so wealthy as the D'Habervilles!
-But they bore their misfortunes cheerfully. Only Captain
-D'Haberville, toiling with tireless energy, seemed
-unable to reconcile himself to his losses. His grief
-gnawed at his heart, and for six years there was never
-a smile upon his lips. It was not till the manor was rebuilt
-and the household restored to a certain degree of
-comfort and prosperity that he regained his native
-cheerfulness.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">215</a></span></p>
-
-<p>It was the 22d of February, 1762, and about nine
-o'clock in the evening, when an ill-clad stranger entered
-the mill and begged shelter for the night. As was his
-custom when not occupied in work, Captain D'Haberville
-was seated in a corner of the room, his head hanging
-dejectedly on his breast. The voice of the stranger
-made him tremble without knowing why. It was some
-moments before he could answer, but at last he said:</p>
-
-<p>"You are welcome, my friend; you shall have supper
-and breakfast here, and my miller will give you a bed
-for the night."</p>
-
-<p>"Thank you," said the stranger, "but I am very
-tired; give me a glass of brandy."</p>
-
-<p>M. D'Haberville was not disposed to bestow upon a
-vagabond stranger even one drink of the meager supply
-of brandy, which he was keeping in case of absolute necessity.
-He answered that he had none.</p>
-
-<p>"If thou didst know me, D'Haberville," replied the
-stranger, "thou wouldst certainly not refuse me a drink
-of brandy, though it were the last drop in thy house."</p>
-
-<p>The first feeling of the captain was one of wrath on
-hearing himself addressed so familiarly by one who appeared
-to be a tramp; but there was something in the
-hoarse voice of the unknown which made him tremble
-anew, and he checked himself. At this moment Blanche
-appeared with a light, and every one was stupefied at
-the appearance of this man, a veritable living specter,
-who stood with folded arms and gazed upon them sadly.
-So deathlike was his pallor that one would have thought
-a vampire had sucked all the blood from his veins.
-His bones threatened to pierce his skin, which was yellow
-like that of a mummy; and his dim and sunken
-eyes were vacant&mdash;without speculation, like those of the
-ghost of Banquo. Everybody was astonished that such
-a corpse could walk.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">216</a></span></p>
-
-<p>After one moment of hesitation, Captain D'Haberville
-threw himself into the stranger's arms, crying:</p>
-
-<p>"You here, my dear Saint-Luc! The sight of my bitterest
-enemy could not cause me such dismay. Speak;
-and tell us that all our relations and friends who took
-passage in the Auguste are buried in the sea, and that
-you, the one survivor, are come to bring us the sad tidings!"</p>
-
-<p>The silence of M. Saint-Luc de Lacorne, the grief
-stamped upon his countenance, confirmed Captain
-D'Haberville's worst fears.</p>
-
-<p>"Accursed be the tyrant," cried the captain, "who
-in the bitterness of his hate against the French sent so
-many good men to their death in an old ship utterly unseaworthy!"</p>
-
-<p>"Instead of cursing your enemies," said M. de Saint-Luc
-in a hoarse voice, "thank God that you and your
-family got leave to remain in the colony two years longer.
-And now, a glass of brandy and a little soup. I have
-been so nearly starved that my stomach refuses solid
-food. Let me also take a little rest before telling you a
-story which will call forth many tears."</p>
-
-<p>In the neighborhood of half an hour, for this man of
-iron needed but little rest to recover his strength, M. de
-Saint-Luc began as follows:</p>
-
-<p>"In spite of the English governor's impatience to
-banish from New France those who had so valiantly defended
-her, the authorities had placed at our disposal
-only two ships, which were found utterly insufficient for
-the great number of French and Canadians who were
-waiting to sail. I pointed this out to General Murray,
-and proposed to buy one at my own expense. This he
-would not hear, but two days later he placed at our disposal
-the ship Auguste, hastily commissioned for the
-purpose. By a payment of five hundred Spanish piasters,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">217</a></span>
-I obtained from the English captain the exclusive
-use of his cabin for myself and family.</p>
-
-<p>"I then pointed out to General Murray the danger
-to which we should be exposed at this stormy season
-with a captain not familiar with the St. Lawrence. I
-offered to hire and pay for a pilot myself. His answer
-was, that we would have the same chance as the rest;
-but he ended by sending a little vessel to pilot us clear
-of the river.</p>
-
-<p>"We were all in deep dejection, a prey to the gloomiest
-forebodings, when we raised anchor on the 15th of
-October last. Many of us, forced to sell our properties
-at a ruinous sacrifice, had but a future of poverty
-to look forward to in the mother country. Speeding at
-first before a favorable wind, with swelling hearts we
-saw the cherished and familiar scenes fade out behind
-us and fall below the horizon.</p>
-
-<p>"I will not detail the many perils we underwent before
-the great calamity out of which but myself and six
-others escaped alive. On the 16th we came within an
-ace of shipwreck on the Isle aux Coudres, after the loss
-of our main anchor.</p>
-
-<p>"On the 4th of November we were struck by a terrific
-gale, which lasted two days, and which we weathered
-with difficulty. On the 7th a fire broke out three times
-in the cook's galley, and was extinguished only after
-a desperate struggle. I shall not endeavor to paint the
-scenes on shipboard while it seemed likely we should
-be burned in the open sea.</p>
-
-<p>"On the 11th we escaped as by a miracle from being
-dashed to pieces on a rock off Isle Royale.</p>
-
-<p>"From the 13th to the 15th we were driven blindly
-before a hurricane, not knowing where we were. As
-many of us as could do so were obliged to fill the
-places of the crew, who were so exhausted with their<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">218</a></span>
-incessant labors that they had taken refuge in their
-hammocks, from which neither bribes, threats, nor blows
-could drive them. Our foremast was gone, our tattered
-sails could no longer be either hoisted or furled, and, as
-a last resort, the mate proposed that we should run the
-ship ashore. It was a desperate expedient. The fatal
-moment arrived. The captain and mate looked at me
-despairingly, clasping their hands. I understood but
-too well the silent speech of these men inured to peril.
-We made for land to starboard, where we saw the mouth
-of a little river which might perhaps prove navigable. I
-explained our situation to all the passengers, concealing
-nothing. Then what entreaties and what vows to the
-Almighty! But, alas! in vain the vows, and of no avail
-the prayers!</p>
-
-<p>"Who can paint the madness of the waves? Our
-masts seemed to touch the sky and then vanish in the
-deep. A frightful shock announced that the ship had
-grounded. We cut away the masts and cordage to
-lighten her, but the waves rolled her on her side. We
-were stranded about five hundred feet from shore, in a
-little sandy bay at the mouth of the river in which we
-had hoped to find refuge. As the ship was now leaking
-at every joint, the passengers rushed upon deck; and
-some even, thinking themselves within reach of safety,
-threw themselves into the sea and perished miserably.</p>
-
-<p>"At this moment Madame de Tillac appeared on
-deck, holding her little one in her arms, her long hair
-and her garments streaming about her in confusion. She
-was the picture of hopeless anguish. She fell on her
-knees. Then, perceiving me, she cried in a piercing
-voice: 'My dear friend, must we die like this?'</p>
-
-<p>"I was running to her aid, when a giant wave thundered
-down upon the deck and swept her into the sea."</p>
-
-<p>"My poor friend," sobbed Madame D'Haberville;<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">219</a></span>
-"companion of my childhood, my foster-sister, nourished
-at the same breast with me? They tried to persuade
-me that it was merely my overwrought imagination
-that made me see you in my sleep, that 17th of
-November! I saw you weeping on the deck of the
-Auguste, your baby in your arms; and I saw you swept
-into the waves. I was not deceived, my sister! You
-came to bid me farewell before vanishing to heaven
-with the angel that nestled in your bosom!"</p>
-
-<p>After a pause, M. de Lacorne went on:</p>
-
-<p>"Crew and passengers were lashed to the shrouds,
-to escape the waves which dashed ceaselessly over the
-doomed ship, every moment carrying away new victims.
-The ship carried but two small boats, one of which was
-already crushed into splinters. The remaining one, a
-mere cockle-shell, was launched, and a servant named
-Étienne threw himself into it, followed by the captain
-and two or three others. I did not perceive this till
-one of my children, whom I held in my arms, while the
-other was tied to my belt, cried eagerly: 'Save us now,
-father; the boat is going away!' I seized the rope
-fiercely. At this moment a terrific wave struck us, and
-hurled me headlong into the boat. The same wave
-which saved my life swept away my children."</p>
-
-<p>At this point the narrator's voice failed him, and his
-listeners sobbed aloud. Regaining his self-control, he
-continued:</p>
-
-<p>"Although under the lee of the ship, the boat was
-almost swamped by another wave; and the next hurled
-us landward. In what seemed but a few seconds, in
-that awful and stupefying tumult, we found ourselves
-dashed upon the sand. Above the uproar we heard the
-heart-rending shrieks of those who remained upon the
-ship.</p>
-
-<p>"Of the seven men thus miraculously thrown upon<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">220</a></span>
-the unknown shore, I was the only one capable of
-action. I had just seen my brother and my little ones
-snatched away, and I strove to keep down my agony
-of soul by striving for the safety of my fellow-sufferers.
-I succeeded, after a time, in bringing the captain back
-to consciousness. The others were numbed with cold,
-for an icy rain was falling in torrents. Not wishing to
-lose sight of the ship, I handed them my flint and steel
-and powder-horn, telling them to light a fire at the edge
-of the wood. In this they failed signally; scarcely had
-they strength enough to come and tell me of their failure,
-so weak were they and numbed with cold. After
-many attempts, I succeeded in making a fire just in time
-to save their lives. Then I returned to the beach,
-hoping to save some poor creatures who might be
-washed ashore. I remained there from three in the
-afternoon till six o'clock in the evening, when the ship
-went to pieces. Never, never shall I forget the sight of
-the dead bodies stretched upon the sand, more than a
-hundred in number, many of them with legs or arms
-broken, their faces battered out of all recognition.</p>
-
-<p>"Half stupefied by the calamity, we passed a sleepless
-and silent night, and on the morning of the 16th
-we betook ourselves again to the fatal shore. We
-passed the day in bestowing upon the dead such sad
-last rites as were possible to such poor wretches as we.</p>
-
-<p>"On the morrow we left this desert and inhospitable
-coast, and directed our course into the interior. The
-winter had set in in all its severity. We marched
-through snow up to our knees. Sometimes we came to
-deep and rapid rivers, which forced us to make long
-<i>détours</i>. My companions were so enfeebled by fatigue
-and famine that sometimes I had to retrace my steps
-more than once to get their bundles, which they had
-been compelled to drop. Their courage was utterly<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">221</a></span>
-broken; and sometimes I had to stop and make them
-rude moccasins to cover their bleeding feet.</p>
-
-<p>"Thus we dragged ourselves on, or rather I dragged
-them in tow, for neither courage nor strength once
-failed me till at length, on the 4th of December, we
-met two Indians. Imagine if you can the delirious joy
-of my companions, who for the last few days had been
-looking forward to death itself as a welcome release
-from their sufferings! These Indians did not recognize
-me at first, so much was I changed by what I had gone
-through, and by the long beard which had covered my
-face. Once I did their tribe a great service; and you
-know that these natives never forget a benefit. They
-welcomed me with delight. We were saved. Then I
-learned that we were on the island of Cape Breton,
-about thirty leagues from Louisbourg.</p>
-
-<p>"I made haste to leave my companions at the first
-Acadian settlement, where I knew they would be nursed
-back to health. I was eager to return to Quebec, that
-I might be the first to inform General Murray of our
-shipwreck. I need not detail to you the incidents of
-the journey. Suffice to say that with the greatest peril
-I crossed from Cape Breton to the main-land in a birch
-canoe, through the sweeping ice cakes; and that I have
-covered now about five hundred leagues on my snow-shoes.
-I have had to change my guides very frequently,
-for after eight days' marching with me, Indian and
-Acadian alike find themselves utterly used up."</p>
-
-<p>After this story, the family passed the greater part of
-the night in bewailing the fate of their friends and kinsfolk,
-the victims of a barbarous decree.</p>
-
-<p>M. de Saint-Luc allowed himself but a few hours
-rest, so eager was he to present himself before Murray
-at Quebec as a living protest against the vindictive
-cruelty which had sent to their death so many brave<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">222</a></span>
-soldiers, so many unoffending women and little ones.
-It had been thought that Murray's unreasoning bitterness
-was due to the fact that he could not forget his
-defeat of the previous year.</p>
-
-<p>"Do you know, D'Haberville," said M. de Saint-Luc
-at breakfast, "who was the friend so strong
-with Murray as to obtain you your two years' respite?
-Do you know to whom you owe to-day the life which
-you would probably have lost in our shipwreck?"</p>
-
-<p>"No," said Captain D'Haberville. "I have no idea
-what friend we can have so powerful. But whoever he
-is, never shall I forget the debt of gratitude I owe him."</p>
-
-<p>"Well, my friend, it is the young Scotchman Archibald
-de Lochiel to whom you owe this eternal gratitude."</p>
-
-<p>"I have commanded," almost shouted Captain D'Haberville,
-"that the name of this viper, whom I warmed in
-my bosom, should never be pronounced in my presence."
-And the captain's great black eyes shot fire.</p>
-
-<p>"I dare flatter myself," said M. de Saint-Luc, "that
-this command hardly extends to me. I am your friend
-from childhood, your brother in arms, and I know all
-the obligations which bind us mutually. I know that
-you will not say to me, as you said to your sister, the
-superior, when she sought to plead the cause of this innocent
-young man: 'Enough, my sister. You are a
-holy woman, bound to forgive your enemies, even those
-who have been guilty of the blackest ingratitude against
-you. But as for me, you know that I never forgive an
-injury. That is my nature. If it be a sin, God has not
-given me strength to conquer it. Enough, my sister;
-and never again pronounce his name in my presence, or
-all intercourse between us shall cease.' No, my dear
-friend," continued Saint-Luc, "you will not make me
-this answer; and you will hear what I have to say."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">223</a></span></p>
-
-<p>M. D'Haberville knew too well the requirements of
-hospitality to impose silence upon his friend under his
-own roof. His thick eyebrows gathered in a heavy
-frown, he half closed his eyes as if to veil his thoughts,
-and resigned himself to listen with the air of a criminal
-to whose satisfaction the judge is endeavoring to prove
-that he deserves his sentence.</p>
-
-<p>M. de Saint-Luc detailed Archie's conduct from the
-beginning, and his struggle with his implacable foe
-Montgomery. He spoke energetically of the soldier's
-obligation to obey the commands of his superior, however
-unjust. He drew a touching picture of the young
-man's despair, and added:</p>
-
-<p>"As soon as Lochiel learned that you and yours
-were ordered to embark at once for Europe, he requested
-an audience with the general, which was granted.</p>
-
-<p>"'<i>Captain</i> de Lochiel,' said Murray, handing him the
-brevet of his new rank, 'I was going to look for you.
-Having witnessed your exploits on the glorious field of
-1759, I hastened to ask for your promotion; and I may
-add that your subsequent conduct has proved you
-worthy of the favor of His Majesty's Government, and
-of my utmost efforts on your behalf.'</p>
-
-<p>"'I am most glad, sir,' answered Lochiel, 'that your
-recommendation has obtained me a reward far beyond
-anything my poor services could entitle me to expect;
-and I beg you will accept my grateful thanks for the
-favor, which emboldens me to ask yet one more. General,
-it is a great, an inestimable favor which I would
-ask of you.'</p>
-
-<p>"'Speak, captain,' said Murray, 'for I would do
-much to gratify you.'</p>
-
-<p>"'If it were myself that was concerned,' said Archie,
-'I should have nothing further to desire. It is for
-others I would speak. The D'Haberville family, ruined,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">224</a></span>
-like so many others, by our conquest, has been ordered
-by Your Excellency to depart at once for France. They
-have found it impossible to sell, even at the greatest sacrifice,
-the small remnants of their once considerable fortune.
-Grant them, I implore you, two years in which to
-set their affairs in order. Your Excellency is aware how
-much I owe to this family, which loaded me with kindness
-during my ten years' sojourn in the colony. It
-was I who, obeying the orders of my superior officer,
-completed their ruin by burning their manor and mill
-at St. Jean-Port-Joli. For the love of Heaven, general,
-grant them two years, and you will lift a terrible burden
-from my soul!'</p>
-
-<p>"'Captain de Lochiel,' said Murray severely, 'I am
-surprised to hear you interceding for the D'Habervilles,
-who have shown themselves our most implacable enemies.'</p>
-
-<p>"'It is but just to them, general,' answered Archie,
-'to recognize that they have fought bravely to defend
-their country, even as we have done to conquer it. It
-is with some confidence I address myself to a brave soldier,
-on behalf of truly valiant enemies.'</p>
-
-<p>"Lochiel had touched the wrong cord, for Murray was
-brooding over his defeat of the preceding year, and, further,
-he was hardly susceptible to anything like chivalry
-of sentiment. He answered icily:</p>
-
-<p>"'Impossible, sir! I can not recall my order. The
-D'Habervilles must go.'</p>
-
-<p>"'In that case, will Your Excellency be so kind as to
-accept my resignation?' said Archie.</p>
-
-<p>"'What, sir!' exclaimed the general, paling with
-anger.</p>
-
-<p>"'Will Your Excellency,' repeated Archie coldly, 'be
-so good as to accept my resignation, and permit me
-to serve as a common soldier? They who will seek to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">225</a></span>
-point the finger at me as the monster of ingratitude,
-who, after being loaded with benefits by a family to
-whom he came a stranger, achieved the final ruin of that
-family without working any alleviation of their lot&mdash;they
-who would hold me up to scorn for this will find it
-harder to discover me when buried in the ranks than
-when I am at the head of men who have no such stain
-upon them.' Once more he offered his commission to
-the general.</p>
-
-<p>"The latter became first red and then pale, turned
-upon his heel, bit his lips, passed his hand across his
-forehead, muttered something like a 'G&mdash;d d&mdash;n!' between
-his teeth, and remained for a moment plunged in
-thought. Then he calmed himself suddenly, put out his
-hand, and said:</p>
-
-<p>"'I appreciate your sentiments, Captain de Lochiel.
-Our sovereign must not be deprived of the services
-which you can render him as one of his officers, you
-who are ready to sacrifice your future for a debt of
-gratitude. Your friends shall remain.'</p>
-
-<p>"'A thousand thanks!' cried Archie. 'You may
-count on my devotion henceforth, though I be required
-to march alone to the cannon's mouth to prove it. A
-mountain of remorse lay on my heart. Now I feel as
-light as one of our mountain roebucks!'"</p>
-
-<p>Of all the passions that sway men's wills, jealousy
-and revenge are perhaps the hardest to control. Captain
-D'Haberville, after having listened with a frown,
-said merely:</p>
-
-<p>"I perceive that the services of M. de Lochiel have
-met with due appreciation. As for me, I was unaware
-that I was so indebted to him." And he turned the
-conversation into another channel.</p>
-
-<p>M. de Saint-Luc glanced at the other members
-of the family, who had listened with eyes cast down,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">226</a></span>
-not daring to discuss the subject. Rising from the table,
-he added:</p>
-
-<p>"This respite, D'Haberville, is a most fortunate
-thing; for you may rest assured that within two years
-you will find yourself free to go or come as you will.
-The English governor incurred too heavy a responsibility
-when he doomed to death so many persons of
-prominence&mdash;persons allied to the most illustrious families,
-not only on the Continent, but in England as well.
-He will seek to conciliate the Canadians in order to
-ward off the consequences of this dreadful catastrophe.
-Now, farewell, my friends; and remember they are weak
-souls who let themselves be beaten down by misfortune.
-One great consolation we have in considering that we
-did all that could be expected of the bravest, and that,
-if our country could have been preserved, our arms and
-our courage would have preserved it."</p>
-
-<p>The night was far advanced when M. de Saint-Luc
-reached Quebec and presented himself at the Château
-St.-Louis, where he was at first refused admission. But
-he was so determined, declaring that his tidings were of
-the most immediate importance, that at length an aide
-consented to awaken the governor, who had been some
-hours in bed. Murray at first failed to recognize M. de
-Saint-Luc, and asked him angrily how he dared disturb
-him at such an hour, or what tidings he could bring of
-such pressing importance.</p>
-
-<p>"An affair which you will assuredly consider worthy
-of some attention, sir, for I am Captain de Saint-Luc,
-and my presence here will tell you the rest."</p>
-
-<p>General Murray turned as pale as death. Presently
-he called for refreshments, and, treating Saint-Luc with
-the most profound consideration, he inquired of him the
-fullest particulars of the wreck. He was no longer the
-same man who had carelessly consigned so many brave<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">227</a></span>
-officers to their doom just because the sight of their uniforms
-displeased him.</p>
-
-<p>What M. de Saint-Luc had foreseen presently came
-to pass. Thenceforward Governor Murray, conscience-stricken
-by the loss of the Auguste, became very lenient
-toward the Canadians, and those who wished to remain
-in the colony were given liberty to do so. M. de Saint-Luc,
-in particular, whose possible revelations he may
-have dreaded, became the special object of his favor,
-and found nothing to complain of in the governor's attitude.
-He set his tremendous energies to the work of
-repairing his fortunes, and his efforts were crowned with
-well-merited success.</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">228</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XV">CHAPTER XV.<br />
-<span class="chapsmall">LOCHIEL AND BLANCHE.</span></h2>
-</div>
-
-<p>After seven long years of severe privation, content
-and even happiness came back to the D'Habervilles.
-It is true that the great manor house had been replaced
-by a somewhat humble dwelling; but it was a palace
-compared to the mill they had just left. The D'Habervilles
-had, moreover, suffered less than many others in
-the same position. Loved and respected by their tenants,
-they had suffered none of those humiliations which
-the vulgar often inflict upon their betters in distress.
-The D'Habervilles had never forgotten that it is the
-privilege of the upper classes to treat their inferiors with
-respect. They were <ins title="Transcriber's note: original reads 'beseiged'">besieged</ins> with offers of service.
-When it was decided to rebuild the manor, the whole
-parish volunteered its assistance to help along the work.
-Every man labored with as much zeal as if it were his
-own house he was building. With the delicate tact of
-the Frenchman, they never entered, except as invited
-guests, the poor chambers which the family had set
-apart in the mill. If they had been affectionate toward
-their seigneur in his prosperity, when the iron hand of
-adversity was laid upon him they became his devoted
-disciples.</p>
-
-<p>Only they who have known great reverses, who have
-suffered long and cruelly, can appreciate the blissful
-content of them who again see better days. Hitherto<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">229</a></span>
-all had respected Captain D'Haberville's grief, and in
-his presence had scarcely spoken above their breath;
-but now the natural gayety of the French heart reasserted
-itself, and all was changed as by enchantment.</p>
-
-<p>The captain laughed and joked as he used to before
-the war, the ladies sang as they busied themselves about
-the house, and again the sonorous voice of Uncle Raoul
-was heard on fine evenings arousing the echoes of the
-cape. The faithful José was everywhere at once, and
-tales of the experiences of his "late father, now dead"
-flowed incessantly from his lips.</p>
-
-<p>One morning toward the end of August, that same
-year, Captain D'Haberville was returning from the river
-Port-Joli, his gun on one shoulder and a well-filled
-game-bag slung over the other, when he saw a small
-boat put off from a ship which was anchored a little
-way out. The boat made directly for the D'Habervilles'
-landing. The captain sat on a rock to wait for it, imagining
-that it contained some sailors in quest of milk and
-fresh victuals. As they landed he was hastening forward
-to meet them, when he saw with surprise that one
-of them, who was dressed as a gentleman, was handing
-a packet to one of the sailors and directing him to take
-it to the manor house. At the sight of Captain D'Haberville
-this gentleman seemed to change his mind suddenly,
-for he stepped forward and handed him the packet with
-these words:</p>
-
-<p>"I have hardly dared hand you this packet myself,
-Captain D'Haberville, although it contains news at
-which you will rejoice."</p>
-
-<p>"Why, sir," replied the captain, searching his memory
-for the name of this person, whose face seemed half
-familiar, "why should you have hesitated to hand me
-the packet yourself if chance had not thrown me in your
-way?"</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">230</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Because, sir," said the other, hesitating, "I might
-have feared that it would be disagreeable to you to receive
-it at my hands. I know that Captain D'Haberville
-never forgets either a benefit or an injury."</p>
-
-<p>Captain D'Haberville stared at the stranger; then,
-frowning heavily, he shut his eyes and was silent for
-some moments. The stranger, watching him intently,
-could see that a violent struggle was raging in his breast.
-Presently Captain D'Haberville recovered his self-possession
-and said, with scrupulous politeness:</p>
-
-<p>"Let us leave to each man's own conscience the remembrance
-of past wrongs. You are here, Captain de
-Lochiel, and as the bearer of letters from my son you
-are entitled to every welcome on my part. The family
-will be glad to see you. You will receive at my house&mdash;a
-cordial hospitality." He was going to say bitterly
-a princely hospitality, but the reproach died upon his
-lips. The lion was as yet but half appeased.</p>
-
-<p>Archie instinctively put out his hand to grasp that of
-his old friend; but Captain D'Haberville responded
-with a visible effort, and his hand lay passive in the
-young man's clasp.</p>
-
-<p>A sigh burst from Archie's lips, and for a time he
-seemed uncertain what to do. At length he said sorrowfully:</p>
-
-<p>"Captain D'Haberville can refuse to forgive him
-whom once he loved and overwhelmed with benefits, but
-he has too noble a soul to wantonly inflict a punishment
-too great to be endured. To see again the places which
-will recall such poignant memories will be trial enough
-in itself, without meeting there the cold welcome which
-hospitality extends to the stranger. Farewell, Captain
-D'Haberville; farewell forever to him whom I once
-called my father, if he will no longer regard me as a
-son. I call Heaven to witness that every hour has been<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">231</a></span>
-embittered with remorse since the fatal day when my
-duty as a soldier under orders forced me to enact a barbarism
-at which my very soul sickened. I swear to you
-that a great weight has lain ceaselessly upon my heart,
-through the hours of excitement on the battle-field, of gayety
-at ball and festival, not less than through the silence
-of the long and weary nights. Farewell forever, for I
-perceive that you have refused to hear from the lips of
-the good superior the story of my pain and my despair.
-Farewell for the last time, and, since all intercourse must
-cease between us, tell me, oh, tell me, I implore you, that
-some measure of peace and happiness has been restored
-to your family! Oh, tell me that you are not continually
-miserable! Nothing remains for me but to pray God
-on my knees that he will shed his best blessings on a
-family which I so deeply love! To offer to repair with
-my own fortune the losses which I caused would be an
-insult to a D'Haberville."</p>
-
-<p>Though M. D'Haberville had refused to listen to his
-sister, he had none the less been impressed by the recital
-of M. de Saint-Luc, and by Archie's devotion in
-offering to sacrifice his fortune and his future to a sentiment
-of gratitude. Hence the degree of welcome with
-which he had received him. Otherwise, it is probable
-he would have turned his back upon him.</p>
-
-<p>The suggestion of pecuniary compensation made M.
-D'Haberville start as if he had been touched with a red-hot
-iron; but this passing emotion was forgotten in the
-conflict of his feelings. He clasped his breast with both
-hands, as if he would tear out the bitterness which, in
-spite of him, clung to his heart. Making Lochiel a sign
-to remain where he was, he strode rapidly down the
-shore; then he came back slowly and thoughtfully, and
-said:</p>
-
-<p>"I have done my utmost, Archie, to banish the last<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">232</a></span>
-of my bitterness; but you know me, and you know it
-will be a work of time to blot it completely from my remembrance.
-All that I can say is that my heart forgives
-you. My sister the superior told me all. I listened to
-her, after hearing of your good offices in interceding
-with the governor on my behalf, of which I learned
-through my friend de Saint-Luc. I concluded that he
-who was ready to sacrifice rank and fortune for his
-friends could only have been acting by compulsion in
-those circumstances to which I now allude for the last
-time. If you should notice occasionally any coldness in
-my attitude toward yourself, please pay no attention to
-it. Let us leave it all to time."</p>
-
-<p>He pressed Lochiel's hand cordially. The lion was
-appeased.</p>
-
-<p>"As it is probable," said M. D'Haberville, "that the
-calm is going to continue, send back your sailors after
-they have had something to eat; and if by chance a favorable
-wind should arise, my good nag Lubine will
-carry you to Quebec in six hours&mdash;that is, if your business
-prevents your staying with us so long as we would
-wish. This will be convenient for you, will it not?"</p>
-
-<p>With these words, he passed his arm under that of
-Archie and they walked together toward the house.</p>
-
-<p>"Now, Archie," said the captain, "how does it happen
-that you bring letters and good news from my son?"</p>
-
-<p>"I left Jules in Paris seven weeks ago," answered
-Archie, "after having stayed a month with him at the
-house of his uncle M. de Germain, who did not wish
-me to be separated from my friend during my stay in
-France; but it will be pleasanter for you to learn all
-from his own hand, so permit me to say no more."</p>
-
-<p>If it saddened Lochiel to see what one would have
-called before the conquest the D'Haberville village replaced
-by three or four poor cottages, nevertheless, he<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">233</a></span>
-had an agreeable surprise in the prosperous appearance
-of the manor. These buildings, new and freshly white-washed,
-this garden gay with flowers, these two orchards
-laden with fine fruit, the harvesters returning from the
-meadows with fragrant loads of hay&mdash;all this tended to
-dissipate the impression of gloom that had at first almost
-overwhelmed him. With the exception of a sofa and a
-dozen arm-chairs of mahogany, and a few other small
-articles of furniture snatched from the flames, everything
-was of extreme simplicity within the new dwelling.
-All the furniture was in plain wood. The walls were
-guiltless of pictures, as the floors of carpets. The family
-portraits, which had been the pride of the D'Habervilles,
-no longer occupied their places in the dining-room; the
-only ornaments of the new rooms were some fir-boughs
-standing in the corners and a generous supply of flowers
-in baskets made by the natives. This absence of
-costly adornment, however, was not without its charm.
-One breathed deeply in that atmosphere, wholesome
-with the fragrance of fir-boughs, flowers, and new wood.
-There was everywhere a flavor of freshness, which made it
-hard to regret the absence of more costly appointments.</p>
-
-<p>All the family, having seen M. D'Haberville in the
-distance accompanied by a stranger, had gathered in the
-drawing-room to receive him. Not having seen Archie
-for ten years, nobody but Blanche recognized him. The
-girl grew pale at the sight of the friend whom she had
-never thought to see again; but recovering herself
-promptly, as women will to conceal their strongest
-feelings, like the other two ladies she made the deep
-courtesy which she would have bestowed upon a
-stranger. As for Uncle Raoul, he bowed with chilly
-politeness. He had little love for the English, and ever
-since the conquest he had been cursing them with an
-eloquence not edifying to pious ears.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">234</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"May I be roasted by an Iroquois," exclaimed the
-captain, addressing Archie, "if a single one of us knew
-you. Come, look at this gentleman; ten years ought not
-to have blotted him from your memory. As for me, I
-knew him at once. Speak, Blanche, you being the
-youngest should have better eyes than the rest."</p>
-
-<p>"I think," said Blanche in a low voice, "that it is
-M. de Lochiel."</p>
-
-<p>"Yes," said M. D'Haberville, "it is Archie, who has
-seen Jules very lately in Paris. He brings us letters
-from him, full of good news. What are you doing,
-Archie, that you do not embrace your old friends?"</p>
-
-<p>The family, ignorant of the change in the captain's
-feelings, were only awaiting his consent to give Archie
-a welcome whose warmth brought tears into his eyes.</p>
-
-<p>The last letter from Jules contained the following
-passage:</p>
-
-<p>"I have been taking the waters of Baréges for my
-wounds, and though I am still weak, I am getting well
-rapidly. The doctors say that I must have rest, and
-that it will be long before I am able to take the field
-again. I have obtained an unlimited furlough. Our
-relative the minister and all my friends counsel me to
-leave the army and return to Canada, the new country
-of all my family. They advise me to establish myself
-there, after taking the oath of allegiance to the English
-crown; but I will do nothing without consulting you.
-My brother Archie, who has influential friends in England,
-has sent me a letter of recommendation from one
-high in authority to your governor, Sir Guy Carleton,
-who, they say, shows great consideration for the Canadian
-nobility. If on your advice I decide to remain in
-Canada, I shall hope to be of some use to my poor
-fellow-countrymen. God willing, I shall have the pleasure
-of embracing you all again toward the end of September<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">235</a></span>
-next. Oh, what happiness, after so long a separation!"</p>
-
-<p>In a postscript Jules added:</p>
-
-<p>"I was forgetting to tell you that I have been presented
-to the King, who received me most kindly. He
-even praised me for what he was pleased to call my
-noble conduct, and made me a Knight of the Grand
-Cross of the Most Honorable Order of St. Louis. I
-know not to what pleasantry I owe this favor, which
-every Frenchman who carried a sword has as much
-deserved as I. I could name ten officers in my own
-division who should have been decorated in my place.
-It is true that I have had the precious advantage of
-getting carved up like a fool in every battle. Truly it
-is a pity that there was not an order for fools; then I
-should have fairly won the distinction which his Most
-Christian Majesty has just bestowed upon me. I hope,
-however, that this act will not shut the gates of paradise
-against him, and that St. Peter will find some other
-little peccadilloes to object to. Otherwise, I should be
-greatly concerned."</p>
-
-<p>Lochiel could scarcely keep from laughing at the
-words "Most Christian Majesty." He could see the
-mocking smile with which his friend would write the
-phrase.</p>
-
-<p>"Always the same," exclaimed M. D'Haberville.</p>
-
-<p>"And thinking only of others!" exclaimed the rest,
-with one voice.</p>
-
-<p>"I will wager my head to a shilling," said Archie,
-"that he would rather have seen the honor bestowed
-upon one of his friends."</p>
-
-<p>"What a son!" exclaimed the mother.</p>
-
-<p>"What a brother!" added Blanche.</p>
-
-<p>"You may well say what a brother," exclaimed
-Archie fervently.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">236</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"And what a nephew have I trained up!" cried
-Uncle Raoul, making passes in the air with his cane, as
-if it were a saber and he on horseback. "There is a
-prince who can distinguish merit, and who knows how
-to reward it. His Majesty of France shows great discernment.
-He knows that with a hundred officers like
-Jules he could resume the offensive, overrun Europe
-with triumphant armies, overleap the Detroit like another
-William, crush proud Albion, and reconquer the
-colonies!" Again Uncle Raoul carved the air in every
-direction with his cane, to the imminent peril of the
-eyes, noses, and chins of the rest of the company. Then
-the chevalier looked about him proudly, and, with the
-aid of his cane, he dragged himself to an arm-chair, to
-repose after the laurels he had won for the King of
-France by the help of a hundred officers like his
-nephew.</p>
-
-<p>The letters from Jules, and Archie's coming, made
-that day one of feverish delight at D'Haberville Manor;
-and Archie was pursued with incessant questions about
-Jules, about their friends in France, about the Faubourg
-St. Germain, about the court, and about his own adventures.
-Archie wished then to see the servants. In the
-kitchen, getting dinner, he found the mulatto woman Lisette,
-who threw herself upon his neck as she used to do
-when he came home for his holidays with Jules. Her
-voice was choked with sobs of delight.</p>
-
-<p>This woman, whom Captain D'Haberville had bought
-when she was only four years old, had some failings,
-but she was deeply attached to the family. She stood
-in awe of no one but the master. Her mistress she regarded
-as a sort of new comer, whom she obeyed or not
-according to her whim.</p>
-
-<p>Blanche and her brother were the only ones who
-could do what they liked with her. Though Jules often<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">237</a></span>
-tormented her sorely, she was always ready to laugh at
-his tricks and shield him from their consequences.</p>
-
-<p>Tried beyond all patience, M. D'Haberville had long
-ago given her her freedom; but, to use her own words,
-"she laughed at his emancipation like that," snapping
-her fingers, "for she had as good a right as he and his
-to remain in the house where she had been brought up."
-If her master, too utterly exasperated, would dismiss her
-by one door, she would promptly re-enter by the other.</p>
-
-<p>This irrepressible woman was as much affected by
-the misfortunes of her master as if she had been a
-daughter of the family; and, strange to say, during all
-the years when the captain was immersed in bitterness
-and gloom, she was a model of obedience and submission,
-and did the work of at least two servants. When
-she was alone with Blanche she would sometimes throw
-herself sobbing on her neck, and the brave girl would
-forget her own griefs in comforting those of the slave.
-It is necessary to add that when prosperity returned to
-the family Lisette became as willful as before.</p>
-
-<p>Leaving the kitchen, Lochiel ran to meet José, who
-came singing up from the garden, laden with fruit and
-vegetables.</p>
-
-<p>"Excuse me if I give you my left hand," said José;
-"I left the other behind me on the Plains of Abraham.
-I bear no grudge, however, against the 'short petticoat'
-(begging your pardon) who relieved me of it. The
-thing was done so neatly right at the joint that the surgeon
-had nothing left to do but bandage up the stump.
-We came off about quits, nevertheless, the 'short petticoat'
-and I, for I ran my bayonet through his body. It's
-just as well after all, however, for what use would my
-right hand be to me when there is no more fighting?
-No more war now that the Englishman is master of the
-land," added José, sighing.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">238</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"It seems, my dear José," answered Lochiel,
-laughing, "that you know pretty well how to do without
-your right hand as long as the left remains to
-you."</p>
-
-<p>"Very true," said José. "I can manage when I'm
-driven to it, as in the scrimmage with the 'short petticoat';
-but I confess that it grieves me to be thus
-crippled. Both hands would have been none too many
-to serve my master with. The times have been hard,
-indeed; but, thank God, the worst is over." And tears
-welled up in the faithful José's eyes.</p>
-
-<p>Lochiel then betook himself to the harvesters, who
-were busy raking the hay and loading the carts. They
-were all old acquaintances, who greeted him warmly;
-for all the family, the captain excepted, had been at
-pains to exonerate him. The dinner, served with the
-greatest simplicity, was nevertheless lavish in its abundance,
-thanks to the game with which shore and forest
-were swarming at this season. The silver had been reduced
-to the limits of strict necessity; besides the
-spoons, forks, and drinking-cups, there remained but a
-single jug of ancient pattern, graven with the D'Haberville
-arms, to attest the former opulence of the family.
-The dessert consisted of the fruits of the season, brought
-in on maple leaves, in birch-bark <i>cassots</i> and baskets ingeniously
-woven by the Indians. A little glass of black-currant
-ratafia before dinner to sharpen the appetite,
-spruce beer made out of the branches of the tree, and
-Spanish wine which they drank much tempered with
-water, these were the only liquors that the hospitality of
-Seigneur D'Haberville could set before his guest. This
-did not prevent the meal from being pervaded with
-kindly gayety; the family seemed to be entering upon a
-new life. But for his dread of wounding Archie, Captain
-D'Haberville would not have failed to joke upon<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">239</a></span>
-the absence of champagne, which was replaced by the
-sparkling spruce beer.</p>
-
-<p>"Now that we are <i>en famille</i>," said the captain, smiling
-at Archie, "let us talk of the future of my son. As
-for me, old and worn out before my time with the
-fatigues of war, I have a good excuse for not serving the
-new government. It would not be for me, moreover, at
-my age, to draw the sword against France, whom I have
-served for more than thirty years. Rather death, a
-hundred times!"</p>
-
-<p>"And, like Hector the Trojan," interrupted Uncle
-Raoul, "we can all say:</p>
-
-<p>
-<i>Si Pergama dextra</i><br />
-<i>Defendi possent, etiam hâc defensa fuissent</i>."<br />
-</p>
-
-<p>"Never mind Hector the Trojan," exclaimed M.
-D'Haberville who, not being as learned as his brother,
-had small taste for his quotations. "Never mind
-Hector the Trojan, who was not greatly concerned
-with our family affairs. Let us return to Jules. His
-health compels him to withdraw from the service, perhaps
-for a long time, or even permanently. His dearest
-interests are here where he was born. Canada is
-his true fatherland. He can not have the same affection
-for the land of his ancestors. His position, moreover,
-is very different from mine. What would be
-cowardice for me, standing on the edge of the tomb, is
-but an act of duty for him who is but on the threshold
-of life. Splendidly has he paid his debt to the country
-of his fathers. He retires honorably from a service
-which the doctors order him to leave. Now let him
-consecrate his energy and his abilities to the service of
-his fellow Canadians. The new governor is already well
-disposed toward us. He welcomes those of my countrymen
-who have intercourse with him. He has many
-times expressed his sympathy for the brave officers<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">240</a></span>
-whom he had met face to face on the battle-field, and
-whom fate, not their courage, had betrayed. In the
-gatherings at Chateau St. Louis he shows the same regard
-for Canadians as for his own countrymen, as much
-for those of us who have lost all as for those more fortunate
-who can maintain a dignity suitable to their
-rank. Under his administration and supported by the
-strong recommendations which our friend Lochiel has
-procured for him, Jules has every reason to hope for a
-high position in the colony. Let him take the oath of
-allegiance to the English crown; and my last words
-when I bid him a final farewell shall be: 'Serve your
-English sovereign with the same zeal, devotion, and
-loyalty with which I have served the French King, and
-receive my blessing.'"</p>
-
-<p>Every one was struck by this sudden change of sentiment
-in the head of the family. They forgot that Adversity
-is a hard master, who bends the most stubborn
-heart beneath his grasp of steel. Captain D'Haberville,
-too proud and too loyal to acknowledge openly
-that Louis XV had wronged the subjects who had
-served him with a heroism so devoted, nevertheless, felt
-keenly the ingratitude of the French court. Although
-stung to the quick by such treatment, he was ready to
-shed the last drop of his blood for this voluptuous monarch
-given over to the whims of his mistresses. But
-there his devotion ceased. He would have refused for
-himself the favors of the new government; but he was
-too just to sacrifice his son's future to a sentiment with
-so slight a basis.</p>
-
-<p>"Let each one now express his opinion freely," said
-the captain, smiling, "and let the majority decide."
-The ladies answered this appeal by throwing themselves
-into his arms. Uncle Raoul seized his brother's hand,
-shook it vigorously, and exclaimed:</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">241</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Nestor of old could not have spoken more wisely."</p>
-
-<p>"Nor could we have been more delighted," said
-Archie, "if we had had the advantage of listening to the
-very words of that most venerable Grecian."</p>
-
-<p>As the tide was full and the river beautifully calm,
-Archie proposed to Blanche a walk along the lovely
-shore, which stretches&mdash;varied with sandy coves&mdash;from
-the manor to the little Port-Joli River.</p>
-
-<p>"Everything I see," said Archie, as they moved along
-the river's edge, the level rays of the sunset making a
-path of red gold from their feet to the far-off mountains,
-"everything I see is rich with sweet memories. Here,
-when you were a child, I taught you to play with the
-shells which I picked up along this shore. In this little
-bay I taught my brother Jules to swim. There are the
-same strawberry beds and raspberry thickets whence we
-plucked the fruit you were so fond of. Here, seated,
-book in hand, on this little rock, you used to wait the
-return of Jules and me from hunting, to congratulate us
-on our success or mock at our empty game-bags. Not a
-tree, a bush, a shrub, but looks to me like an old and
-dear acquaintance. Oh, happy childhood, happy youth!
-Ever rejoicing in the present, forgetful of the past, careless
-of the future, life rolls along as gently as the current
-of this pretty stream which we are now crossing. It was
-then that we were wise, Jules and I, when our highest
-ambition was to pass our days together here, happy in
-our work and our hunting."</p>
-
-<p>"Just such a life of monotony and peace," interrupted
-Blanche, "is that to which our sex is doomed.
-God in giving man strength and courage set him apart
-for the loftier destinies. What must be the enthusiasm
-of a man in the midst of the battle! What sight more
-sublime than that of the soldier facing death a hundred
-times in the tumult for all he holds most dear! What<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">242</a></span>
-must be the fierce exultation of the warrior when the
-bugles sound for victory!"</p>
-
-<p>This noble girl knew of no glory but that of arms.
-Her father, almost incessantly in the field, came back to
-the bosom of his family only to rehearse the exploits of
-his comrades-in-arms; and Blanche, while yet a child,
-had become steeped with martial ardor.</p>
-
-<p>"There are triumphs all too dearly bought," answered
-Archie, "when one considers the disasters that have followed
-in their train, when one remembers the tears of
-the widow and the orphan, robbed of their dearest!
-But here we are at the Port-Joli, well named, with
-its sunny banks gay with wild-rose thickets, its groves
-of fir and spruce, and its coverts of red willow. What
-memories cling about this lovely stream! I see again
-your gentle mother and your good aunt seated here on
-the grass on a fair evening in August, while we are paddling
-up-stream, in our little green canoe, to Babin's
-Islet, keeping time with our paddles as we sing in chorus
-the refrain of your pretty song:</p>
-
-<div class="poetry"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">We're afloat, we're afloat, on the water so blue,<br />
-We are bound for our isle of delight.<br /></div></div></div>
-
-<p>I hear again the voice of your mother calling repeatedly:
-'Go and get Blanche at once, you incorrigibles;
-it is supper-time, and you know your father expects
-punctuality at meals.' And Jules would answer, paddling
-with all his might, 'Do not fear my father's anger.
-I will take the whole responsibility on my own shoulders.
-I will make him laugh by telling him that, like
-His Majesty Louis XIV, he had expected to wait. You
-know I am a spoiled child in the holidays.'"</p>
-
-<p>"Dear fellow!" said Blanche, "he was sad enough
-that day when you and I found him hiding in this fir
-grove, where he had concealed himself to escape the
-first heat of father's indignation.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">243</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"And he had not done anything so very dreadful
-after all," said Archie, laughing.</p>
-
-<p>"Let us enumerate his crimes," replied Blanche,
-counting on her fingers. "First, he had disobeyed father's
-orders by harnessing to the carriage an unruly three-year-old
-filly which was scarcely to be managed even in
-a sleigh. Secondly, after a hard tussle with the rash
-young driver, the filly had taken the bit in her teeth, and
-as the first proof of her freedom had crushed the unhappy
-cow belonging to our neighbor Widow Maurice."</p>
-
-<p>"A most happy accident for said widow," interposed
-Archie, "for your father replaced the old animal with
-two of the finest heifers in his pastures. I remember
-the anxiety of the poor woman when she learned that
-some officious spectator had informed your father of the
-accident. How does it happen that the people whom
-Jules tormented most assiduously are just the ones who
-were most devoted to him? What is the spell by which
-he compels everybody to love him? Widow Maurice
-used to have hardly a moment's peace while we were
-home for the holidays; yet she was always in tears when
-she came to bid Jules good-by."</p>
-
-<p>"The reason is not far to seek," said Blanche. "It
-is that all know his kind heart. You know, moreover,
-by experience, Archie, that those whom he loves best
-are just the ones that he teases most unremittingly. But
-let us continue our enumeration of his misdemeanors on
-that unlucky day! Thirdly, after killing the cow, the
-ugly brute ran against a fence, broke one of the wheels,
-and hurled the driver fifteen feet into the meadow beyond;
-but Jules, who always falls on his feet, like a cat,
-was in no way the worse for this adventure. Fourthly,
-and lastly, after smashing the carriage to splinters on
-the rocks of the Trois Saumons River, the mare ended<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">244</a></span>
-by breaking her own legs on the shore, over in the parish
-of L'Islet."</p>
-
-<p>"Yes," added Archie, "and I remember how eloquently
-you pleaded for the culprit, who, in despair at
-having so deeply offended so good a father, was in danger
-of proceeding to rash extremities against himself.
-'Dear papa,' you said, 'should you not rather thank
-heaven for having preserved Jules's life? What matters
-the loss of a cow, a horse, a carriage? You might have
-seen his bleeding body brought home to you!' 'Come,
-let us talk no more about it,' was your father's reply.
-'Go and look for your rascal of a brother, for I doubt
-not you and Archie know where he has taken refuge
-after his nice performances!' "I see yet," continued
-Archie, "the half-penitent, half-comical air of Jules when
-he knew the storm had blown over. 'What, my father,'
-he ended by saying, after listening to some energetic remonstrances,
-'would you have preferred to see me
-dragged to my death, like another Hippolytus, by the
-horse which your hands had nourished to be the murderer
-of your son? Would you have chosen to see my
-ensanguined locks dangling on the brambles?' To which
-the captain answered: 'Come, let's to supper, since
-there seems to be a God for such madcaps as you.'
-'Now, that's more like the way to talk to a fellow,' was
-Jules's response. I never could quite understand," continued
-Archie, "why your father, who is ordinarily so
-unforgiving, used to forgive and forget so easily any
-offense of Jules."</p>
-
-<p>"Father knows," said Blanche, "that Jules loves him
-devotedly, and would endure anything to spare him
-pain. For all his headlong thoughtlessness, Jules could
-never offend my father deeply."</p>
-
-<p>"Now that we have called up so many pleasant
-memories," said Archie, "let us sit down on this hillock<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">245</a></span>
-where we have so often before rested, and let us speak
-of more serious matters. I have decided to settle in
-Canada. I have lately sold a property which was left to
-me by one of my cousins. My fortune, although but
-moderate in the old country, will be counted large out
-here, where my happiest days have been spent, and
-where I propose to live and die among my friends.
-What do you say, Blanche?"</p>
-
-<p>"Nothing in the world could please us more. Oh,
-how happy Jules will be, how glad we will all be!"</p>
-
-<p>"Yes, you will all be pleased, doubtless; but my
-happiness can never be perfect, Blanche, unless you will
-consent to make it so by giving me your hand. I
-love&mdash;"</p>
-
-<p>The girl sprang to her feet as if an adder had stung
-her. With trembling lips and pale with anger, she cried:</p>
-
-<p>"You offend me, Captain de Lochiel! You have
-not considered the cruelty of the offer you are making
-me! Is it now you make me such a proposal, when the
-flames that you and yours have lighted in my unhappy
-country are hardly yet extinguished? Is it now, while
-the smoke yet rises from our ruined homes, that you
-offer me the hand of one of our destroyers? There
-would, indeed, be a bitter irony in lighting the marriage
-torch at the smoking ashes of my unhappy country!
-They would say, Captain de Lochiel, that your gold had
-bought the hand of the poor Canadian girl; and never
-will a D'Haberville endure such humiliation. O Archie!
-Archie! I would never have expected it of you, you
-the friend of my childhood! You know not what you
-are doing!" And Blanche burst into tears.</p>
-
-<p>Never had the noble Canadian girl appeared so beautiful
-in Archie's eyes as now, when she rejected with
-proud disdain the hand of one of her country's conquerors.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">246</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Calm yourself, Blanche," answered Lochiel. "I
-admire your patriotism. I appreciate the exalted delicacy
-of your sentiments, however unjust they may be
-toward the friend of your childhood. Never would a
-Cameron of Lochiel give offense to any lady, least of all
-to the sister of Jules D'Haberville, to the daughter of his
-benefactor. You know, Blanche, that I never act without
-due reflection. For you to reject with scorn the
-hand of an Englishman so soon after the conquest
-would be but natural in a D'Haberville; but as for me,
-Blanche, you know that I have loved you long&mdash;you
-could not be ignorant of it, in spite of my silence. The
-penniless young exile would have failed in every honorable
-sentiment had he declared his love for the daughter
-of his rich benefactor. Is it because I am rich now, is
-it because the chance of war has made us victorious in
-the struggle, is it because fate made of me an unwilling
-instrument of destruction, is it because of all this that I
-must bury in my heart one of the noblest emotions of
-our nature, and acknowledge myself defeated without an
-effort? No, Blanche, you surely can not think it; you
-have spoken without reflection; you regret the harsh
-words which have escaped you. Speak, Blanche, and
-say that you did not mean it."</p>
-
-<p>"I will be candid with you, Archie," replied Blanche.
-"I will be as frank as a peasant girl who has studied
-neither her feelings nor her words&mdash;as a country girl
-who has forgotten the conventionalities of that society
-from which she has so long been banished&mdash;and I will
-speak with my heart upon my lips. You had all that
-could captivate a girl of fifteen years&mdash;noble birth, wit,
-beauty, strength, and a generous and lofty heart. What
-more could be needed to charm an enthusiastic girl?
-Archie, if the penniless young exile had asked my parents
-for my hand, and they had granted his request, I<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">247</a></span>
-should have been proud and happy to obey. But, Captain
-de Lochiel, there is now a gulf between us which I
-will never cross." And again the girl's voice was choked
-with sobs.</p>
-
-<p>"But I implore you, my brother Archie," continued
-she, taking his hand, "do not alter your intention of
-settling in Canada. Buy property in our neighborhood,
-so that we can see you continually. And if, in the ordinary
-course of nature (for you are eight years older than
-I), I should have the unhappiness to lose you, be sure
-that you would be mourned as bitterly by your sister
-Blanche as if she had been your wife. And now it is
-getting late, Archie, and we must return to the house,"
-she added, pressing his hand affectionately between both
-of hers.</p>
-
-<p>"You will never be so cruel toward me and toward
-yourself," cried Archie, "as to persist in this refusal!
-Yes, toward yourself, Blanche, for the love of a heart
-like yours does not die out like a common passion; it
-resists time and all vicissitudes. Jules will plead my
-cause on his return, and his sister will not refuse him his
-first request. Oh, tell me that I may hope!"</p>
-
-<p>"Never, Archie, never," said Blanche. "The women
-of my family, as well as the men, have never failed in
-their duty&mdash;have never shrunk from any sacrifice, however
-painful. Two of my aunts, while yet very young,
-said one day to my father: 'You have no more than
-enough, D'Haberville, to maintain the dignity of the
-house. Our dowry would make a considerable breach
-in your means. To-morrow we shall enter a convent,
-where all is prepared to receive us.' Prayers, threats,
-the fury of my father&mdash;all proved vain; they entered
-the convent, where they have not wearied of good deeds
-to this day. As for me, Archie, I have other duties to
-perform&mdash;duties very dear to me. I must sweeten life<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">248</a></span>
-as far as possible for my parents, must help them to forget
-their misfortunes, must care for them in their old
-age, and must close their eyes at the last. My brother
-Jules will marry; I will nurse his children, and share
-alike his good and evil fortune."</p>
-
-<p>Lochiel and Blanche walked toward the house in
-silence. The last rays of the setting sun, mirrored in
-the swelling tide, lent a new charm to the enchanting
-scene; but to their eyes the loveliness of nature seemed
-to have suddenly faded out. The next day, toward
-evening, a favorable wind arose. The vessel which had
-brought Lochiel weighed anchor at once, and M. D'Haberville
-instructed José to convey his young friend to
-Quebec.</p>
-
-<p>During the journey there was no lack of conversation
-between the two travelers; their subjects were inexhaustible.
-Toward five o'clock in the morning, however,
-as they were passing Beaumont, Lochiel said to José:</p>
-
-<p>"I am as sleepy as a marmot. We sat up late yesterday,
-and I was so feverish that I got no sleep for
-the rest of the night. Do sing me a song to keep me
-awake."</p>
-
-<p>He knew the hoarseness and vigor of his companion's
-voice, and he put great faith in it as an anti-soporific.</p>
-
-<p>"I can not refuse," answered José, who, like many
-others blessed with a discordant voice, prided himself
-greatly on his singing. "The more sleepy you are the
-more risk you run of breaking your head on the rocks,
-which have never been cleared away since La Corriveau's
-memorable trip; but I hardly know what to begin
-with. How would you like a song on the taking of
-Berg-op-Zoom?"</p>
-
-<p>"Berg-op-Zoom will do," said Archie, "though the
-English were pretty badly treated there."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">249</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Hem! hem!" coughed José. "Nothing like a
-little revenge on the enemy that handled us so roughly
-in '59." And he struck up the following:</p>
-
-<div class="poetry"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">"A Te Deum for him who was born the doom (<i>repeat</i>)<br />
-Of the stout-walled city of Berg-op-Zoom (<i>repeat</i>).<br />
-By'r lady, he wants the best that's going,<br />
-Who can do up a siege in a style so knowing."<br /></div></div></div>
-
-<p>"How charmingly <i>naïve</i>!" cried Lochiel.</p>
-
-<p>"Is it not, captain?" said José, very proud of his
-success.</p>
-
-<p>"Indeed, yes, my dear José; but go on. I am in a
-hurry to hear the end. Do not halt upon so good a
-road."</p>
-
-<p>"Thank you, captain," said José, touching his cap.</p>
-
-<div class="poetry"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">"Like Alexander who lived of old (<i>repeat</i>),<br />
-His body is small, but his heart is bold (<i>repeat</i>).<br />
-God gave him all Alexander's wit,<br />
-And Cæsar's wisdom on top of it!"<br /></div></div></div>
-
-<p>"'His body is small but his heart is bold,'" repeated
-Archie, "is a very happy touch! Where did you pick
-up this song?"</p>
-
-<p>"A grenadier who was at the siege of Berg-op-Zoom
-sang it to my late father. He said that it was terribly
-hot work there, and he carried the marks of it. He
-had only one eye left, and the skin was torn off his face
-from his forehead to his jaw-bone; but, as all these
-damages were on the left side, he still could manage his
-gun properly on the right. But let us leave him to look
-out for himself. He is a jolly lad who would dance a
-jig on his own grave, and I need not concern myself
-about him. Here's the third and last verse:</p>
-
-<div class="poetry"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">"Oh, we combed the hides of the English well (<i>repeat</i>),<br />
-A very bad lot, as I've heard tell! (<i>repeat</i>)<br />
-They'll shake, by'r lady, till they get home,<br />
-For fear of our boys and their curry-comb."<br /></div></div></div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">250</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Delightful, 'pon honor!" cried Lochiel. "These
-English who were a very bad lot! These soldiers armed
-with the curry-comb! How exquisitely <i>naïve</i>! Charming!"</p>
-
-<p>"By our lady, though, captain," said José, "they are
-not always so easy to comb, these English. Like our
-good horse Lubine here, they are sometimes very bad-humored
-and ugly to handle if one rubs them too hard.
-Witness the first battle of the Plains of Abraham!"</p>
-
-<p>"It was the English, was it not, who carried the
-curry-comb then?" remarked Archie.</p>
-
-<p>For reply, José merely lifted up the stump of his arm,
-around which he had twisted the leather of his whip.</p>
-
-<p>For a time our travelers journeyed on in silence, and
-again Archie grew heavy with sleep. Perceiving this,
-José cried:</p>
-
-<p>"Captain, captain, you're nearly asleep! Take care,
-or you're going to break your nose, begging your pardon.
-I think you want another song to wake you up.
-Shall I sing you the Complaint of Biron?"</p>
-
-<p>"Who was Biron?" inquired Lochiel.</p>
-
-<p>"Uncle Raoul, who is so learned, told me that he
-was a prince, a great warrior, the relative and friend of
-our late King Henry IV; which did not prevent the
-latter from having him executed just as if he was a nobody.
-When I made my lament upon his death, Uncle
-Raoul and the captain told me that he had proved a
-traitor to the king, and forbid me even to sing the complaint
-in their presence. This struck me as rather droll,
-but I obeyed them all the same."</p>
-
-<p>"I have never heard of this lament," said Archie;
-"and as I am not particularly sensitive in regard to the
-kings of France, I wish you would sing it for me."</p>
-
-<p>Thereupon José struck up, in a voice of thunder, the
-following lament:</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">251</a></span></p>
-
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">"The king he had been warned by one of his <i>gens d'armes</i>,<br />
-(His name it was La Fin, that gave him the alarm,)<br />
-'Your Majesty, I pray you, of Prince Biron beware,<br />
-For he's plotting wicked deeds, and there's treason in the air.'<br /></div>
-
-<div class="stanza">"La Fin had hardly spoke when Prince Biron came in,<br />
-His cap was in his hand, and he bowed before the king.<br />
-Said he: 'Will't please Your Majesty to try your hand at play?<br />
-Here's a thousand Spanish doubloons that I have won this day.'<br /></div>
-
-<div class="stanza">"'If you have them with you, prince,' replied His Majesty,<br />
-'If you have them with you, prince, go find the queen, and she<br />
-Will play you for the Spanish gold you have not long to see!'<br /></div>
-
-<div class="stanza">"He had not played two games when the constable came in,<br />
-And bowing, cap in hand, right courtly said to him:<br />
-'Oh, will you rise up, prince, and come along with me?<br />
-This night in the Bastile your bed and board shall be!'<br /></div>
-
-<div class="stanza">"'Oh, had I but my sword, my weapon bright and keen,<br />
-Oh, had I but my saber, my knife of golden sheen,<br />
-No constable could capture me that ever I have seen!'<br /></div>
-
-<div class="stanza">"It might have been a month, or may be two weeks more,<br />
-That no friends came to see him or passed his prison door;<br />
-At last came judges three, pretending not to know,<br />
-And asked of him, 'Fair prince, oh, who has used you so?'<br /></div>
-
-<div class="stanza">"'Oh, they who used me so had power to put me here;<br />
-It was the king and queen, whom I served for many a year;<br />
-And now for my reward my death it draweth near!<br /></div>
-
-<div class="stanza">"'And does the king remember no more the Savoy War?<br />
-And has the king forgotten the wounds for him I bore?<br />
-And is it my true service now that I must suffer for?<br /></div>
-
-<div class="stanza">"'And has the king forgotten that if I have to die,<br />
-The blood of Biron may to Heaven for <ins title="Transcriber's note: original reads 'vengance'">vengeance</ins> cry?<br />
-Or does the king remember I have a brother yet?<br />
-But when <i>he</i> sees the king he will not me forget.'"<br /></div></div>
-
-
-<p>By this time Lochiel was thoroughly awake. The
-tremendous voice of José would have awakened the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">252</a></span>
-sleeping beauty herself from the depths of her hundred
-years' slumber.</p>
-
-<p>"But you, sir," said José, "you who are nearly as
-learned as Uncle Raoul, you could perhaps tell me
-something of this wicked king who so ungratefully put
-this poor M. Biron to death."</p>
-
-<p>"Kings, my dear José, never forget a personal offense,
-and, like a great many smaller people who can
-not overlook the faults of others, no matter how well
-atoned for, for faithful services, their memory is very
-short."</p>
-
-<p>"Well, now, but that seems very queer to me, when
-I was thinking that the good God had given them everything
-that heart could wish! A short memory! But
-that is droll."</p>
-
-<p>Smiling at his companion's innocence, Archie replied:</p>
-
-<p>"King Henry IV, however, had an excellent memory,
-although it failed him in that one instance. He
-was a good prince and loved his subjects as if they
-were his own children, and he did all he could to make
-them happy. It is not surprising that his memory is
-cherished by all good Frenchmen, even after a lapse of
-one hundred and fifty years."</p>
-
-<p>"By our lady," exclaimed José, "there's nothing
-surprising in that, if the subjects have a better memory
-than their princes! It was cruel of him, however, to
-hang this poor M. Biron."</p>
-
-<p>"The nobility of France were never hung," said
-Archie. "That was one of their special privileges.
-They simply had their heads cut off."</p>
-
-<p>"That was indeed a privilege. It may perhaps hurt
-more, but it is much more glorious to die by the sword
-than by the rope," remarked José.</p>
-
-<p>"To return to Henry IV," said Archie; "we must<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">253</a></span>
-not be too severe in our condemnation of him. He
-lived in a difficult period, a period of civil war. Biron,
-his kinsman and former friend, turned traitor, and was
-doubly deserving of his fate."</p>
-
-<p>"Poor M. Biron!" said José; " but he speaks finely
-in his lament."</p>
-
-<p>"It is not always they who speak the best who have
-most right on their side," remarked Archie. "There is
-no one so like an honest man as an eloquent knave."</p>
-
-<p>"All very true, Mr. Archie. We have one poor
-thief in our district, and as he doesn't know how to
-defend himself, everybody is continually getting his
-teeth into him, while his brother, who is a hundred
-times worse than he, has so smooth a tongue that he
-passes himself off for a little saint. Meanwhile, yonder
-is Quebec! But no more the white flag waving over
-her," added José, sighing.</p>
-
-<p>To hide his emotion, he went searching in all his
-pockets for his pipe, grumbling to himself and repeating
-his old refrain:</p>
-
-<p class="center">
-"Our good folk will come again."</p>
-
-<p>José spent two days in Quebec, and returned loaded
-with all the presents that Archie thought would find
-acceptance at D'Haberville Manor. Such rich gifts as
-he would have sent under other circumstances he dared
-not send now, for fear of wounding his friends. In
-bidding José farewell, he said:</p>
-
-<p>"I left my prayer-book at the manor house. Beg
-Miss Blanche to take care of it till I return. It was
-a keepsake."</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">254</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XVI">CHAPTER XVI.<br />
-<span class="chapsmall">THE FAMILY HEARTH.</span></h2>
-</div>
-
-<p>Many a calamity had swept over the land since
-the day when the relations and friends of Jules had
-gathered at the manor house to bid him farewell before
-his departure for France. Among the old men
-time had made his customary inroads. The enemy
-had carried fire and sword into the peaceful dwellings
-of the <i>habitants</i>. The famine numbered its victims by
-the hundred. The soil had been drenched with the
-blood of its brave defenders. Wind and sea had conspired
-against many of those brave officers from whom
-sword and bullet had turned aside. Nature was satiated
-with the blood of the children of New France. The
-future was dark indeed for the upper classes, already
-ruined by the havoc of the enemy, for those who, in
-laying by the sword, were compelled to lay by the main
-support of their families, and for those who foresaw that
-their descendants, reduced to a lower walk in life,
-would be compelled to till the soil which their valiant
-ancestors had made illustrious.</p>
-
-<p>The city of Quebec, which of old had seemed to
-brave, upon its hill summit, the thunders of the heaviest
-guns and the assaults of the most daring battalions, the
-proud city of Quebec, still incumbered with wreckage,
-raised itself with difficulty out of its ruins. The British
-flag streamed triumphant from its overbearing citadel,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">255</a></span>
-and the Canadian who, by force of habit, used to raise
-his eyes to the height in expectation of seeing the lily
-banner, would drop them again sadly, repeating with a
-sigh these touching words, "But our good kin will
-come again."</p>
-
-<p>The reader will doubtless be gratified to see his old
-acquaintances, after so many disasters bravely endured,
-once more gathered together at a little banquet.
-This was a feast given by M. D'Haberville in honor of
-his son's return. Even "the good gentleman" himself,
-though nearing the close of his century, had responded
-in person to the summons. Captain des Ecors, a comrade
-of M. D'Haberville, a brave officer who had been
-brought to ruin by the conquest, formed with his family a
-congenial addition to the gathering. One of Jules's
-kinsfolk who perished in the wreck of the Auguste had
-left him a small legacy, which brought a new comfort to
-the D'Habervilles, and enabled them to exercise a hospitality
-from which they had been long and reluctantly
-debarred.</p>
-
-<p>All the guests were at table, after vainly waiting for
-the arrival of Lochiel, who was as a rule the most punctual
-of men.</p>
-
-<p>"Well, my friends," said M. D'Haberville, "what
-think you now of the omens which so saddened me
-ten years ago? What is your opinion, Monsieur the
-Curé, of those mysterious warnings which Heaven appeared
-to send me?"</p>
-
-<p>"I think," answered the priest, "that every one has
-had, or imagined himself to have, more or less mysterious
-warnings, even in the most remote epochs. But,
-without going too far back, Roman history is rife with
-prodigies and portents. Occurrences the most insignificant
-were classed as good or bad omens. The soothsayers
-consulted the flight of birds, the entrails of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">256</a></span>
-sacrificial victims, and what not! Further, they say
-that no two of these holy and veracious personages could
-look at each other without laughing."</p>
-
-<p>"And you conclude from this&mdash;?" queried M. D'Haberville.</p>
-
-<p>"I conclude," said the priest, "that we need not
-greatly concern ourselves about such manifestations.
-Supposing Heaven were pleased, in certain exceptional
-cases, to give visible signs as to the future, this would
-but add one more to the already numberless ills of poor
-humanity. We are by nature superstitious, and we should
-be kept in a state of feverish apprehension, far worse
-than the actual evils supposed to be foreshadowed."</p>
-
-<p>"Well," said M D'Haberville, who, like many more,
-consulted others merely as a matter of form, "my own
-experience compels me to believe that such omens are
-very often to be trusted. To me they have never played
-false. Besides those which you yourselves have witnessed,
-I could cite you a host of others. For instance,
-about fifteen years ago I was leading a war party against
-the Iroquois. My band was made up of Canadians and
-Huron Indians. We were on the march, when suddenly
-I felt a sharp pain in my thigh, as if I had been struck
-by some hard substance. The pang was sharp enough
-to make me halt a moment. I told my Indians about
-it. They looked at each other uneasily, consulted the
-horizon, and breathed deeply, sniffing the air in every
-direction, like dogs in quest of game. Then, certain
-that there were no enemies in the neighborhood, they
-resumed their march. I asked Petit-Étienne, the chief,
-who appeared uneasy, if he was dreading a surprise.
-'Not that I know of,' said he, 'but at our first encounter
-with the enemy you will be wounded just where you
-felt the pain.' Of course I laughed at the prediction;
-but for all that, not two hours later an Iroquois bullet<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">257</a></span>
-went through my thigh at the spot in question, fortunately
-escaping the bone. No, gentlemen; omens have
-proved faithful in my own case."</p>
-
-<p>"And what thinks Monsieur the Chevalier?" asked
-the priest.</p>
-
-<p>"I think," said Uncle Raoul, "that there is good
-wine on the table, and that it is our pressing duty to
-attack it."</p>
-
-<p>"An admirable decision!" cried everybody.</p>
-
-<p>"The wine," remarked Jules, "is the most faithful
-of presages, for it announces happiness and mirth. In
-proof of it, here is our friend Lochiel coming up the
-avenue. I am going to meet him."</p>
-
-<p>"You see, my dear Archie," said the captain, greeting
-him warmly, "you see that we have treated you
-without ceremony, as a child of the family. We only
-waited for you half an hour. Knowing your soldierly
-punctuality, we feared that some unavoidable business
-had prevented your coming."</p>
-
-<p>"I should have been much grieved if you had treated
-me otherwise than as a child of the family," answered
-Archie. "I had planned to be here quite early this
-morning, but I did not make sufficient allowance for
-your fine quagmire at Cap St.-Ignace. First of all, my
-horse got into a bog-hole, whence I extricated him at
-the cost of the harness, which I had to do without as
-best I could. Then I broke a wheel of my carriage,
-whereupon I had to go and seek help at the nearest
-house, about a mile and a half away. For most of the
-distance I was wading through mud up to my knees, and
-when I got there I was half dead with fatigue."</p>
-
-<p>"Ah, my dear Archie," said Jules, the ceaseless
-mocker, "<i>quantum mutatus ab illo</i>, as Uncle Raoul would
-have said if I hadn't got ahead of him. Where are your
-mighty legs, of which you were once so proud in that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">258</a></span>
-same morass? Have they lost their agility since the
-28th of April, 1760? They served you admirably in
-that retreat, as I predicted they would."</p>
-
-<p>"It is true," replied Lochiel, laughing heartily, "that
-they did not fail me in the <i>retreat</i> of 1760, as you so
-considerately call it, but, my dear Jules, you had no
-reason to complain of your own, short as they are, in the
-retreat of 1759. One compliment deserves another you
-know, always with due regard to a soldier's modesty."</p>
-
-<p>"Ah, but you're all astray there, my dear fellow. A
-scratch which I had received from an English bullet was
-interfering very seriously with my flight, when a tall
-grenadier who had somehow taken a fancy to me, threw
-me over his shoulder with no more ceremony than as if
-I were his haversack, and, continuing his retreat at full
-speed, deposited me at length within the walls of Quebec.
-It was time. In his zeal, the creature had carried
-me with my head hanging down his rascally back, like a
-calf on the way to the butcher's, so that I was almost
-choked by the time he landed me. Would you believe
-it, the rascal had the audacity some time afterward, to
-ask me for a <i>pour-boire</i> for himself and his friends, who
-were so glad to see their little grenadier once more upon
-his feet; and I was fool enough to treat the crowd.
-You see, I never could keep up a grudge. But here is
-your dinner, piping hot, which your friend Lisette has
-kept in the oven for you. To be sure, you deserve to
-take your dinner in the kitchen, for the anxiety that you
-have been causing us; but we'll let that pass. Here is
-José bringing you an appetizer, according to the custom
-of all civilized nations. The old fellow is so glad to see
-you that he is showing his teeth from ear to ear. I
-assure you that he is not one-handed when he is giving
-his friends a drink, and still less so when, like his late
-father, he is taking one himself."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">259</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Our young master," answered José, putting the
-empty plate under his arm in order to shake Archie's
-hand, "our young master is always at his jokes; but
-Mr. Archie knows very well that if there was only one
-glass of brandy left in the world I should give it to him
-rather than drink it myself. As for my poor late father,
-he was a very systematic man; so many drinks a day
-and not a drop more&mdash;always barring weddings and festivals
-and other special occasions. He knew how to
-live with propriety, and also how to take his little recreations
-from time to time, the worthy man! All I can
-say is, that when he entertained his friends he didn't
-keep the bottle under the table."</p>
-
-<p>In The Vicar of Wakefield Goldsmith makes the
-good pastor say:</p>
-
-<p>"I can't say whether we had more wit among us than
-usual, but I'm certain we had more laughing, which answered
-the end as well."</p>
-
-<p>The same might be said of the present gathering,
-over which there reigned that French light-heartedness
-which seems, alas, to be disappearing in what Homer
-would call these degenerate days.</p>
-
-<p>"Neighbor," said Captain D'Haberville to Captain
-des Ecors, "if your little difficulty with General Murray
-has not spoiled your throat for singing, please set a good
-example by giving us a song."</p>
-
-<p>"Indeed," said Archie, "I heard that you had great
-difficulty in escaping the clutches of our bad-tempered
-general, but I am unacquainted with the particulars."</p>
-
-<p>"When I think of it, my friend," exclaimed Captain
-des Ecors, "I feel something of a strangling sensation
-in my throat. I should not complain, however, for in
-my case the general conducted affairs in due order; instead
-of hanging me first and trying me afterward, he
-came to the wise conclusion that the trial had better<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">260</a></span>
-precede the hanging. The fate of the unhappy miller
-Nadeau, my fellow-prisoner, who was accused of the
-same crime as myself, and who was not tried until after
-his execution&mdash;the sad fate of this respectable man,
-whose innocence he heard too late, led him to hesitate
-before hanging me untried. In my captivity I passed
-many a bad quarter of an hour. All communication
-with the outside world was forbidden me. I had no
-means of learning what fate was in store for me. Every
-day I asked the sentinel who was walking up and down
-beneath my window if he had any news for me, and ordinarily
-I received in answer a cordial 'goddam.' At
-last a soldier, more accessible and good-humored, who
-could jabber a scrap of French, replied to my question,
-'<i>Vous pendar sept heures le matingul!</i>' I believe this
-jolly and sympathetic creature put all his knowledge of
-French into that one phrase, for to every other question
-I asked I received the same reply&mdash;'<i>Vous pendar sept
-heures le matingul!</i>' It was easy to gather from this
-that I was to be hung some morning at seven o'clock,
-but what morning I could not learn. The outlook was
-anything but cheerful. For three whole days I had seen
-the body of the unfortunate Nadeau hanging from one
-of the arms of his wind mill, the plaything of the gale.
-Every morning I expected that I should be called to
-take his place on this novel and ingenious gibbet."</p>
-
-<p>"Infamous!" cried Archie. "And the man was
-innocent!"</p>
-
-<p>"This was proved at the inquest which was held
-after the execution," replied Captain des Ecors. "I
-should add that General Murray appeared to repent
-with bitterness for this murder, which he had committed
-in his haste. He heaped Nadeau's family with benefits,
-and adopted his two little orphan daughters, whom he
-took with him to England. Poor Nadeau!"</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">261</a></span></p>
-
-<p>All the company echoed the words "Poor Nadeau!"</p>
-
-<p>"Alas!" said Des Ecor philosophically, "if we were
-to set ourselves lamenting for all who have lost their
-lives by&mdash;But let us change a subject so painful."
-Then he sang the following song:</p>
-
-
-<div class="poetry"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"The new Narcissus am I named,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Whom all men most admire;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">From water have I been reclaimed,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">In wine to drown my fire.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">When I behold the rosy hue<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">That gives my face renown,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Enraptured with the lovely view,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">I drink my image down.<br /></span></div>
-
-<div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"In all the universe is naught<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">But tribute pays to thee;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Even the winter's ice is brought<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">For thy benignant glee.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The Earth exerts her anxious care<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Thy nurture to assist;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To ripen thee the sun shines fair;<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">To drink thee I exist."<br /></span>
-</div></div></div>
-
-
-<p>The songs and choruses succeeded each other rapidly.
-That contributed by Madame Vincelot wrought
-up the merriment of the party to a high pitch.</p>
-
-
-<div class="poetry"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"This festal board, this royal cheer,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">They clearly tell<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">(They clearly tell)<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Our host is glad to have us here,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And feast us well<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">(And feast us well);<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">For even he permits that we<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Make Charivari! Charivari! Charivari!<br /></span>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"Now pour me out a glass, kind host,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Of this good wine (<i>repeat</i>),<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">262</a></span>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">I would drink a loving toast&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">This wife of thine (<i>repeat</i>),<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">smilingly permits that we<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Make Charivari! Charivari! Charivari!"<br /></span>
-</div></div></div>
-
-
-<p>To this Madame D'Haberville added the following
-impromptu stanza:</p>
-
-
-<div class="poetry"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"If our endeavor to make your cheer<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Be not in vain (<i>repeat</i>),<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Consider you're the masters here,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">And come again (<i>repeat</i>),<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And it shall be your care that we<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Make Charivari! Charivari! Charivari!"<br /></span>
-</div></div></div>
-
-
-<p>Then Jules added a verse:</p>
-
-
-<div class="poetry"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"Without a spice of rivalry<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Dan Cupid nods (<i>repeat</i>),<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">challenge him to cups, and he<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">'Ll accept the odds (<i>repeat</i>).<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Bacchus and he, as well as we,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Make Charivari! Charivari! Charivari!"<br /></span>
-</div></div></div>
-
-
-<p>At the end of each stanza every one pounded on the
-table with their hands or rapped on the plates with
-their forks and spoons, till the din became something
-indescribable.</p>
-
-<p>Blanche, being asked to sing her favorite song of
-Blaise and Babette, endeavored to excuse herself and
-substitute another; but the young ladies insisted, crying:
-"Let us have Blaise and Babette by all means;
-the minor is so touching."</p>
-
-<p>"Yes," said Jules, "that is a minor, with its 'My
-love it is my life'; a minor to touch the tenderest chord
-in the feminine heart. Quick, let us have the sweet
-minor, to touch the hearts of these charming young
-ladies!"</p>
-
-<p>"We'll make you pay for that in blindman's buff,"
-said one of them.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">263</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"And in the game of forfeits," said another.</p>
-
-<p>"Look out for yourself, my boy," said Jules, addressing
-himself, "for in the hands of these young ladies
-you stand no better chance than a cat without claws
-would in&mdash;hades! No matter. Sing away, my dear
-sister. Your voice, perhaps, like that of Orpheus, will
-assuage the fury of your enemies."</p>
-
-<p>"The wretch!" chorused the young ladies, "to compare
-us&mdash;But, never mind, we'll settle with you later.
-Meanwhile, sing us the song, Blanche, dear."</p>
-
-<p>The latter still hesitated. Then, fearing to attract
-attention by her refusal, she sang the following song
-with tears in her voice. It was the cry of a pure love
-finding utterance, in spite of all her efforts to bury it
-in her heart:</p>
-
-
-<div class="poetry"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"For thee, dear heart, these flowers I twine.<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">My Blaise, accept of thy Babette<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The warm rose and the orange-flower,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">And jessamine and violet.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Be not thy passion like the bloom,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">That shines a day and disappears.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">My love is an undying light,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">And will not change for time or tears.<br /></span>
-</div>
-
-<div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"Dear, be not like the butterfly<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">That knows each blossom in the glades,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And cheapen not thy sighs and vows<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Among the laughing village maids.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Such loves are but the transient bloom<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">That shines a day and disappears.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">My love is an undying light,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">And will not change for time or tears.<br /></span>
-</div>
-
-<div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"If I should find my beauty fade,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">If I must watch these charms depart,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Dear, see thou but my tenderness&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Oh, look thou only on my heart!<br /></span>
-</div>
-
-<div class="stanza">
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">264</a></span>
-<span class="i0">Oh, look thou only on my heart!<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Remember how the transient bloom<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Shines for a day and disappears.<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">My love is an undying light,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And will not change for time or tears."<br /></span>
-</div></div></div>
-
-
-<p>Every one was moved by her touching pathos, of
-which they could not guess the true cause. They attributed
-it, lamely enough, to her emotion on seeing
-Jules thus brought back to the bosom of his family. To
-divert their attention, Jules hastened to say:</p>
-
-<p>"But it's myself that has brought the pretty song
-with me from France."</p>
-
-<p>"Let us have your pretty song," arose the cry on all
-sides.</p>
-
-<p>"No," said Jules, "I am keeping it for Mademoiselle
-Vincelot, to whom I wish to teach it."</p>
-
-<p>Now the young lady in question had for some years
-been declaring herself very hostile to the idea of marriage;
-indeed, she had avowed a pronounced preference
-for celibacy. But Jules knew that a certain widower,
-not waiting quite so long as decorum required, had overcome
-the strange repugnance of this tigress of chastity,
-and had even prevailed upon her to name the day. This
-declared opponent of marriage was in no hurry to thank
-Jules, whose malicious waggery she knew too well; but
-every one cried persistently: "The song! Give us the
-song, and you can teach it to Elise at your leisure."</p>
-
-<p>"As you will," said Jules. "It is very short, but is
-not wanting in spice:</p>
-
-<div class="poetry"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"A maiden is a bird<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">That seems to love the cage,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Enamored of the nest<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">That nursed her tender age;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">But leave the window wide<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And, presto! she's outside<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And off on eager wing<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To mate and sing."<br /></span>
-</div></div></div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">265</a></span></p>
-
-<p>They chaffed Elise a good deal, who, like all prudes,
-took their pleasantries with rather a bad grace, seeing
-which, Madame D'Haberville gave the signal, and the
-company arose and went into the drawing-room. Elise,
-as she was passing Jules, gave him a pinch that nearly
-brought the blood.</p>
-
-<p>"Come, my fair one, whose claws are so sharp," exclaimed
-Jules, "is this such a caress as you destined for
-your future spouse, this which you are now bestowing
-on one of your best friends? Happy spouse! May
-Heaven keep much joy for him at the last!"</p>
-
-<p>After the coffee and the customary <i>pousse-café</i> the
-company went out into the court-yard to dance country
-dances and to play fox and geese and my lady's toilet.
-Nothing could be more picturesque than this latter
-game, played in the open air in a yard studded with
-trees. The players took their places each under a tree.
-One only remained in the open. Each furnished his
-or her contribution to my lady's toilet&mdash;one being her
-dress, another her necklace, another her ring, and so
-forth. It was the office of one of the players to direct
-the game. As soon as he called for one of these articles
-the one representing this article was obliged at once to
-leave his post, which was promptly taken possession of
-by another. Then, as the different articles of my lady's
-toilet were called for rapidly, a lively interchange of positions
-was set up between the players, the one left out
-in the first place striving to capture any post that might
-be left for an instant vacant. This merry game was
-continued until my lady considered her toilet complete.
-Then, on the cry, "My lady wants all her toilet," all the
-players change places with alacrity, and the one who
-was left out had to pay a forfeit. It is not to be supposed
-that this game was conducted without a vast deal
-of laughter and clamor and ludicrous mishaps.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">266</a></span></p>
-
-<p>When the ladies were tired the party went into the
-house to amuse themselves less vigorously with such
-games as "does the company please you," or "hide the
-ring," "shepherdess," or "hide and seek," or "hot
-cockles," etc. They ended up with a game proposed
-by Jules, which was ordinarily productive of much
-laughter.</p>
-
-<p>The early Canadians, though redoubtable warriors
-on the battle-field, were thorough children in their social
-gatherings. Being nearly all kinsfolk or friends of long
-standing, many of their games which in these days might
-be regarded in the best circles as overfamiliar were
-robbed of the objectionable element. The stranger
-would have said that they were a lot of brothers and
-sisters letting their spirits have free play within the privacy
-of the family.</p>
-
-<p>It was not without deliberate purpose that Jules,
-who still felt the pinch Elise had given him, proposed a
-game by which he hoped to get his revenge. This is
-the game: A lady seated in an arm-chair begins by
-choosing some one as her daughter. Her eyes are then
-blindfolded, and, by merely feeling the faces of the
-players, who kneel before her one by one, with their
-heads enveloped in a shawl or scarf, she is required to
-pick out her daughter. Every time she makes a mistake
-she has to pay a forfeit. It is often a man or an old
-woman who kneels before her thus disguised, whence
-arises many a laughable mistake.</p>
-
-<p>When it came the turn of Elise to take the arm-chair,
-she did not fail to select Jules for her daughter, with the
-purpose of tormenting him a little during the inspection.
-As each person knelt at the feet of the blindfolded lady,
-all the others sang in chorus:</p>
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">"Oh, lady, say, is this your daughter?<br />
-Oh, lady, say, is this your daughter?<br /></div></div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">267</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">In buckles of gold and rings galore,<br />
-The watermen bold are at the oar."<br /></div></div>
-
-<p>The blindfolded lady responds in the same fashion:</p>
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">"Oh, yes, it is, it is my daughter, etc."<br /></div></div>
-
-<p>Or else:</p>
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">"Oh, no, it is not, it is not my daughter;<br />
-Oh, no, it is not, it is not my daughter.<br />
-In buckles of gold and rings galore,<br />
-The watermen bold are at the oar."<br /></div></div>
-
-<p>After having inspected several heads, Elise, hearing
-under the shawl the stifled laughter of Jules, imagined
-she had grasped her prey. She feels his head. It is
-not unlike that of Jules. The face, indeed, seems a
-trifle long, but this rascally Jules has so many tricks for
-disguising himself! Did he not mystify the company
-for a whole evening, having been introduced as an old
-aunt just arrived that very day from France? Under
-this disguise, did he not have the audacity to kiss all the
-pretty women in the room, including Elise herself? The
-wretch! Yes, Jules is capable of anything! Under
-this impression she pinches an ear. There is a cry of
-pain and a low growl, followed by a loud barking. She
-snatches the bandage from her eyes, to find herself confronted
-with two rows of threatening teeth. It was
-Niger. Just as at the house of Farmer Dinmont, of
-whom Scott tell us, all the dogs were named Pepper, so
-at the D'Haberville mansion all the dogs were called
-Niger or Nigra, in memory of their ancestor, whom the
-little Jules had named to show his progress in Latin.</p>
-
-<p>Elise at once snatched off her high-heeled shoe, and
-made an attack on Jules. The latter held poor Niger
-as a shield, and ran from room to room, the girl following
-him hotly amid roars of laughter.</p>
-
-<p>Oh, happy time when lightness of heart made wit<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">268</a></span>
-unnecessary! Oh, happy time when the warmth of welcome
-made superfluous the luxury which these ruined
-Canadians were learning to do without! The houses,
-like the hearts of their owners, seemed able to enlarge
-themselves to meet every possible demand of hospitality.
-Sleeping-places were improvised upon the slightest
-occasion; and when once the ladies were comfortably
-provided for the sterner sex found no difficulty in
-shifting for themselves. These men, who had passed
-half their life in camp during the harshest seasons; who
-had journeyed four or five leagues on snow-shoes, resting
-by night in holes which they dug in the snow (as
-they did when they went to attack the English in Acadia),
-these men of iron could do without swan's-down
-coverlets to their couches.</p>
-
-<p>The merry-making paused only for sleep, and was renewed
-in all its vigor in the morning. As every one then
-wore powder, the more skillful would undertake the <i>rôle</i>
-of hairdresser, or even of barber. The subject, arrayed
-in an ample dressing-gown, seated himself gravely in
-a chair. The impromptu hairdresser rarely failed to
-heighten the effect of his achievement, either by tracing
-with the powder puff an immense pair of whiskers on
-those who lacked such adornment, or, in the case of
-those who were already provided, by making one side a
-great deal longer than the other. The victim frequently
-was made aware of his plight only by the peals of
-laughter which greeted him on entering the drawing-room.</p>
-
-<p>The party broke up at the end of three days, in spite
-of the efforts of M. and Madame D'Haberville to keep
-them longer. Archie alone, who had promised to spend
-a month with his old friends, kept his word and remained.</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">269</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XVII">CHAPTER XVII.<br />
-<span class="chapsmall">CONCLUSION.</span></h2>
-</div>
-
-<blockquote>
-<p>Ainsi passe sur la terre tout ce qui fut bon, vertueux, sensible!
-Homme, tu n'es qu'un songe rapide, un rêve douloureux; tu n'existes que
-par le malheur; tu n'es quelque chose que par la tristesse de ton âme et
-l'eternelle mélancolie de ta pensée!&mdash;<i>Chateaubriand.</i></p></blockquote>
-
-<p>After the departure of the guests the family fell
-back into the sweet intimacy of former days. Jules,
-whom his native air had restored to health, passed the
-greater part of the day in hunting with Archie. The
-abundance of game at that season made the pastime
-very agreeable. They took supper at seven, they went
-to bed at ten, and the evenings seemed all too short
-even without the help of cards. Jules, who was ignorant
-of what had passed between his sister and Archie,
-could not but be struck with his friend's unusual sadness,
-of which, however, he failed to guess the cause.
-To all questions on the subject he received an evasive
-answer. Finally, imagining that he had found the root
-of the difficulty, one evening when they were alone together
-he put the question directly.</p>
-
-<p>"I have noticed, my brother," said he, "the sadness
-which you endeavor to conceal from us. You are unjust
-to us, Archie, you do yourself an injustice. You
-should not brood over the past. In saving the lives
-which would otherwise have been lost in the shipwreck
-of the Auguste, you have done my family a service which<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">270</a></span>
-more than compensates for what took place before. It
-is we now who owe you a debt of gratitude which can
-never be repaid. It was very natural that, prejudiced
-by report and for the moment forgetful of your noble
-heart, even such friends as we, imbittered by our losses,
-should lend an ear to calumnies against you; but you
-know that a simple explanation was enough to re-cement
-our old friendship. If my father bore his grudge for a
-long time, you know his nature and must make allowance
-for it. He feels now all his old affection for you.
-Our losses have been in great part repaired, and we live
-more tranquilly under the British Government than we
-did under the rule of France. Our <i>habitants</i> have followed
-the example of Cincinnatus, as Uncle Raoul
-would say, and exchanged the musket for the plow-share.
-They are opening up new land, and in a few
-years this <i>seigneurie</i> will be in a most prosperous condition.
-With the help of the little legacy which I lately
-received, we shall soon be as rich as we were before the
-conquest. Therefore, my dear Archie, drive away this
-gloom which is making us all miserable and resume thy
-former lightheartedness."</p>
-
-<p>Lochiel was silent for some time, and only answered
-after a painful effort.</p>
-
-<p>"Impossible, my brother. The wound is more recent
-than you imagine and will bleed all my life, for all
-my hopes are destroyed. But let us leave the subject;
-for I have already been wounded in my tenderest and
-purest emotions, and an unsympathetic word from you
-would finish me."</p>
-
-<p>"An unsympathetic word from my lips, do you say,
-Archie? What can you mean by that? The friend
-whom I have sometimes vexed with my raillery knows
-very well what my heart is toward him, and that I was
-always ready to crave his pardon. You shake your<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">271</a></span>
-head sadly! Great heaven, what is the matter? What
-is there that you can not confide to your brother, the
-friend of your boyhood? Never have I had anything
-to conceal from you. My thoughts were as open to you
-as your own, and I had imagined that you were as
-frank with me. A curse upon whatever has been able
-to come between us!"</p>
-
-<p>"Stop, Jules, stop," cried Archie. "However painful
-my confidences may be to you, I must tell you all rather
-than let you harbor such a cruel suspicion. I am going
-to open my heart to you, but on the express condition
-that you shall hear me uninterruptedly to the end, as an
-impartial judge. Not till to-morrow will we return to
-this sore subject. Meanwhile, promise to keep the
-secret that I am going to confide to you."</p>
-
-<p>"I give you my word," said Jules, grasping his hand.</p>
-
-<p>Thereupon Lochiel recounted minutely the conversation
-that he had had with Blanche. As soon as he
-came to an end he lit a candle and withdrew to his own
-room.</p>
-
-<p>As for Jules, he stormed within himself all night.
-Having studied women only in the <i>salons</i> of St. Germain,
-his vigorous common sense could ill appreciate
-the sublimity that there was in the sacrifice which his
-sister was imposing upon herself. Such sentiments
-appeared to him mere romantic and exaggerated nonsense,
-or the product of an imagination rendered morbid
-by calamity. With his heart set upon an alliance
-which would gratify his dearest wishes, he resolved that,
-with the consent of Archie, he would have a very serious
-conversation with Blanche, from which he felt confident
-he would come off victorious. "She loves him,"
-thought he, "and therefore my cause is already gained."</p>
-
-<p>Man, with all his apparent superiority, with all his
-self-confident vanity, has never yet sounded the depths<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">272</a></span>
-of the feminine heart, that inexhaustible treasure-house
-of love, devotion, and self-sacrifice. The poets have
-sung in every key this being who came all beauty from
-the hands of her Creator; but what is all this physical
-beauty compared to the spiritual beauty of a noble and
-high-souled woman? Indeed, who is more miserable
-than man in the face of adversity, when, poor pygmy,
-he leans on the fortitude of a woman, who bears the
-burden uncomplainingly. It is not surprising then
-that Jules, knowing woman only on the surface, expected
-an easy triumph over his sister's scruples.</p>
-
-<p>"Come, Blanche," said Jules to his sister, the next
-day, after dinner, "there's our Scottish Nimrod setting
-out with his gun to get some birds for our supper.
-Let's you and I see if we can scale the bluff as nimbly
-as we used to."</p>
-
-<p>"With all my heart," answered Blanche. "You
-shall see that my Canadian legs have lost none of their
-agility."</p>
-
-<p>The brother and sister, assisting themselves by the
-projecting rocks, and by the shrubs which clung in the
-crevices of the cliff, speedily scaled the difficult path
-that led to the summit. After gazing in silence for a
-time at the magnificent panorama unrolled before them,
-Jules said to his sister:</p>
-
-<p>"I had an object in bringing you here. I wanted
-to talk to you on a subject of the greatest importance.
-You love our friend Archie; you have loved him for a
-long time; yet for reasons that I can not comprehend,
-for over-exalted sentiments which warp your judgment,
-you are imposing upon yourself an unnatural sacrifice
-and preparing for yourself a future of wretchedness. As
-for me, if I loved an English girl, and she returned my
-affection, I would marry her just as readily as if she
-were one of my own countrywomen."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">273</a></span></p>
-
-<p>Blanche's eyes filled with tears. Taking her brother's
-hand affectionately, she answered:</p>
-
-<p>"If you were to marry an English girl, my dear Jules,
-I should take her to my heart as a sister; but that which
-you could do without incurring any reproach, would be
-cowardice on my part. Nobly have you paid your
-debt to your country. Your voice has nerved your
-soldiers through the most terrible conflicts. Twice has
-your bleeding body been dragged from our battle-fields,
-and three times have you been wounded in Old World
-struggles. Yes, my beloved brother, you have fulfilled
-all your duty to your country, and you can afford to indulge,
-if you wish, the whim of taking a daughter of
-England to wife. But I, a weak woman, what have I
-done for this enslaved and now silent land, this land
-which has rung so often of old with the triumphant
-voices of my countrymen? Shall a daughter of the
-D'Habervilles be the first to set the example of a double
-yoke to the daughters of Canada? It is natural and
-even desirable that the French and English in Canada,
-having now one country and the same laws, should forget
-their ancient hostility and enter into the most intimate
-relationships; but I am not the one to set the example.
-They would say, as I told Archie, that the
-proud Briton, after having vanquished and ruined the
-father, had purchased with his gold the poor Canadian
-girl! Never, never shall it be said!" And the girl
-wept bitterly on her brother's shoulder.</p>
-
-<p>"No one will know of it," she continued, "and
-you yourself will never realize the full extent of the
-sacrifice I am making, but fear not, Jules, I have the
-strength for it. Proud of the sentiments by which I have
-been inspired, I shall pass my days serenely in the bosom
-of my family. Of this be sure," she continued in a voice
-that thrilled with exaltation, "that she who has loved<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">274</a></span>
-the noble Cameron of Lochiel will never soil her bosom
-with another earthly love. You made a mistake in selecting
-this spot, Jules, wherein to talk to me on such a
-subject&mdash;this spot whence I have so often gazed proudly
-on the mansion of my fathers, which is now replaced
-by yonder poor dwelling. Let us go down now, and if
-you love me never mention this painful subject again."</p>
-
-<p>"Noble soul!" cried Jules, and he held her sobbing
-in his arms.</p>
-
-<p>Archie, having lost all hope of wedding Blanche
-D'Haberville, set himself to repaying the debt of gratitude
-which he owed Dumais. The refusal of Blanche
-changed his first intentions and left him more latitude;
-for he now resolved upon a life of celibacy. Archie,
-whom misfortune had brought to an early maturity, had
-studied men and things with great coolness of judgment;
-and he had come to the wise conclusion that
-marriage is rarely a success unless based on mutual love.
-Unlike most young men, Lochiel was genuinely modest.
-Though endowed with remarkable beauty, and with all
-those qualities which go to captivate women, he nevertheless
-remained always simple and unassuming in his
-manner. He further believed, with Molière's Toinette,
-that the pretense of love often bears a very close resemblance
-to the reality. "When I was poor and in exile,"
-thought he, "I was loved for my own sake; now that I
-am rich, who knows that another woman would love in
-me anything but my wealth and my rank, even supposing
-that I should succeed in banishing from my heart
-my first and only love." Archie decided then that he
-would never marry.</p>
-
-<p>The sun was disappearing behind the Laurentian
-hills, when Lochiel arrived at the farm of Dumais. The
-order and prosperity which reigned there gave him an
-agreeable surprise. The good wife, busy in her dairy,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">275</a></span>
-where a fat servant girl was helping her, came forward
-to meet him without recognizing him, and invited him
-to enter the house.</p>
-
-<p>"This is the house of Sergeant Dumais, I believe,"
-said Archie.</p>
-
-<p>"Yes, sir, and I am his wife. My husband should
-be back presently from the fields with a load of grain.
-I will send one of the children to hurry him up."</p>
-
-<p>"There is no hurry, madam. I have called to give
-you news of a certain Mr. Archie de Lochiel, whom you
-once knew. Perhaps you have forgotten him."</p>
-
-<p>Madame Dumais came nearer. After studying his
-face intently for some moments, she said:</p>
-
-<p>"There is certainly a resemblance. Doubtless you
-are one of his kinsfolk. Forget Mr. Archie! He could
-never think us capable of such ingratitude. Do you
-not know, then, that he faced almost certain death to
-save my husband's life, and that we pray to God every
-day that he will bless our benefactor? Forget Mr.
-Archie! You grieve me, sir."</p>
-
-<p>Lochiel was much moved. Lifting into his lap the
-little seven-year-old Louise, Dumais's youngest child,
-he said to her:</p>
-
-<p>"And you, my little one, do you know Mr. Archie?"</p>
-
-<p>"I have never seen him," said the child, "but we
-pray for him every day."</p>
-
-<p>"What do you pray?" asked Archie.</p>
-
-<p>"O God, bless Mr. Archie, who saved papa's life, as
-long as he lives; and, when he dies, take him to your
-holy paradise."</p>
-
-<p>Lochiel continued to chat with Madame Dumais till
-the latter heard her husband's voice at the barn. She
-ran to tell him that there was a stranger in the house
-with news from Mr. Archie. Dumais was preparing to
-pitch off his load, but he threw down the fork and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">276</a></span>
-rushed into the house. It was by this time too dark for
-him to make out the stranger's face.</p>
-
-<p>"You are indeed welcome," said he, "coming with
-news from one so dear to us."</p>
-
-<p>"You are&mdash;Sergeant Dumais?" inquired Archie.</p>
-
-<p>"You are Mr. Archie!" cried Dumais, clasping him
-in his arms. "Do you think I could forget the voice
-that cried to me 'Courage!' when I was hanging on the
-brink of the abyss&mdash;the voice I heard so often in my
-sickness?"</p>
-
-<p>Toward the end of the evening Archie said:</p>
-
-<p>"My dear Dumais, I am come to ask a great
-favor."</p>
-
-<p>"A favor!" exclaimed Dumais. "Could I, a poor
-farmer, be so fortunate as to do you a favor? It would
-be the happiest day of my life."</p>
-
-<p>"Well, Dumais, it depends upon you to restore me
-to health. Though I may not look it, I am sick, more
-sick than you could imagine."</p>
-
-<p>"Indeed," said Dumais, "you are pale, and sadder
-than of old. Good heaven! What is the matter?"</p>
-
-<p>"Have you ever heard of a malady to which the
-English are very subject, and which they call the spleen,
-or blue devils?"</p>
-
-<p>"No," said Dumais. "I have known several of your
-English who, if I may say it without offense, seemed to
-have the devil in them; but I had imagined that these
-devils were of a darker hue."</p>
-
-<p>Archie began to laugh.</p>
-
-<p>"What we, my dear Dumais, call the blue devils is
-known among you Canadians as '<i>peine d'esprit</i>.'"</p>
-
-<p>"I understand now," said Dumais, "but what astonishes
-me is that a man like you, with everything heart
-could wish, should be amusing himself with blue devils."</p>
-
-<p>"My dear Dumais," replied Archie, "I might answer<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">277</a></span>
-that every one in the world has his sorrows, however
-fortunate he may seem; but it is enough now to say that
-the malady is upon me, and that I count upon you to
-help me to a cure."</p>
-
-<p>"Command me, Mr. Archie; for I am at your service
-day and night."</p>
-
-<p>"I have tried everything," continued Archie. "I
-have tried study, I have tried literary work. I am better
-in the day-time, but my nights are usually sleepless,
-and when I do sleep, I wake up as miserable as ever.
-I have concluded that nothing but hard manual labor
-can cure me. After toiling all day, I imagine that I shall
-win such a slumber as has long been denied me."</p>
-
-<p>"Very true," said Dumais. "When a man has labored
-all day with his hands, I defy him to suffer from
-sleeplessness at night. But how shall I have the pleasure
-of helping you?"</p>
-
-<p>"I expect you to cure me, my dear Dumais. But
-listen while I explain my plans. I am now rich, and
-since Providence has given me riches which I had never
-expected, I should employ a portion of them in doing
-good. In this parish and the neighborhood there is an
-immense deal of land unoccupied, either for sale or to
-be granted. My plan is to take up a large acreage of
-such lands, and not only superintend the clearing, but
-work at it myself. You know that I have good arms;
-and I will do as much as any of the rest."</p>
-
-<p>"I know it," said Dumais.</p>
-
-<p>"There are many poor fellows," continued Archie,
-"who will be glad enough to get work at such good
-wages as I shall give. You understand, Dumais, that I
-shall have to have some one to help me. Moreover,
-what would I do in the evening and during bad weather,
-without a friend to keep me company? It is then
-that my melancholy would kill me."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">278</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Let us set out to-morrow," cried Dumais, "and
-visit the best lots, which, for that matter, I already
-know pretty well."</p>
-
-<p>"Thank you," said Archie, grasping his hand; "but
-who will take care of your farm in your frequent
-absences?"</p>
-
-<p>"Don't be anxious on that score, sir. My wife
-could manage very well alone, even without her brother,
-an old bachelor, who lives with us. My farm has never
-suffered much from my absence. I have always preferred
-the musket to the plow. My wife scolds me
-occasionally on this subject; but we are none the worse
-friends for that."</p>
-
-<p>"Do you know," said Archie, "that yonder by the
-edge of the river, near that maple grove, is the most
-charming situation for a house. Yours is old. We
-will build one large enough for us all. I will build it,
-on condition that I have the right to occupy half of it
-during my life; and on my death all will belong to you.
-I have resolved to remain a bachelor."</p>
-
-<p>"Men like you," said Dumais, "are altogether too
-scarce. It would be wrong to let the breed die out.
-But I begin to understand that you are thinking less
-about yourself than about me and my family, and that
-you are seeking to make us rich."</p>
-
-<p>"Let us speak frankly," answered Archie. "I have
-no true friends in the world but the D'Haberville family
-and yours."</p>
-
-<p>"Thank you, sir," said Dumais, "for classing us poor
-farmers with that illustrious family."</p>
-
-<p>"I only consider the virtues and good qualities of
-men," answered Lochiel. "To be sure, I love and respect
-birth and breeding, which does not prevent me from loving
-and respecting all men who are worthy of such sentiments.
-I want to give you a fourth part of my fortune."</p>
-
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">279</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Oh, sir!" cried Dumais.</p>
-
-<p>"Listen a moment, my friend," continued Lochiel.
-"When I told you that I was suffering from what you
-call '<i>peine d'esprit</i>,' I was telling the literal truth.
-I have found the remedy for this trouble. It lies in
-plenty of hard work and in helping my friends. I am
-going to give you during my life-time a quarter of my
-fortune. Look out for yourself, Dumais! I am obstinate,
-like all Scotchmen. If you trifle with me, instead
-of a quarter, I am as likely as not to give you a half.
-But, to speak seriously, my dear Dumais, you would be
-doing me a very ill turn, indeed, if you should refuse
-me."</p>
-
-<p>"If this is the case, sir," said Dumais, with tears in
-his eyes, "I accept your gift."</p>
-
-<p>Let us leave Lochiel busying himself in heaping
-benefits on Dumais, and let us return to our other
-friends.</p>
-
-<p>"The good gentleman," now almost a hundred years
-old, lived but a year after Jules's return. He died surrounded
-by his friends, having been most lovingly
-nursed by Blanche and Jules throughout the month of
-his last illness. A little while before his death he begged
-Jules to open his bed-room window, and, casting a feeble
-glance toward the stream which rolled peacefully past
-his door, he murmured:</p>
-
-<p>"There it is, my friend; there's the walnut tree in
-whose shadow I told you the story of my misfortunes;
-it was there I counseled you from my own experience.
-I die content, for I see that you have profited by my
-words. When I am gone, take this little candlestick.
-It will remind you of the vigils it has witnessed and of
-the advice which I have given you.</p>
-
-<p>"As for you, my dear and faithful André," exclaimed
-M. d'Egmont, "it grieves me to leave you alone in this<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">280</a></span>
-world where you have shared my sorrows. You have
-promised me to pass the rest of your days with the
-D'Habervilles, who will care for your old age tenderly.
-You know that after your death the poor are to be our
-heirs."</p>
-
-<p>"My dear master," said Franc&oelig;ur, sobbing, "the
-poor will not have long to wait for their inheritance."</p>
-
-<p>Having bid farewell to all his friends, "the good gentleman"
-asked the priest to say the prayers for the dying.
-Just at the words, "<i>Partez âme Chrétienne, au nom du
-Dieu tout-puissant qui vous a créé</i>," he breathed his last.
-Sterne would have said:</p>
-
-<p>"The recording angel of the court of heaven shed a
-tear upon the follies of his youth, and blotted them out
-forever." The angels are more compassionate than
-men, who neither forget nor forgive the faults of
-others!</p>
-
-<p>André Franc&oelig;ur was struck with paralysis on the
-day of his master's burial, and survived him but three
-weeks.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p>When Jules had said to his sister: "If I loved an
-English girl and she would have me, I would marry her
-as readily as one of my own countrywomen," Blanche
-had been far from suspecting her brother's real intentions.
-The truth was that Jules, on his voyage across
-the Atlantic, had made the acquaintance of a young
-English girl of great beauty. A second Saint-Preux,
-Jules had given her lessons in something more than
-French grammar during a passage that lasted two months.
-He had shown excellent taste. The young girl, in addition
-to her beauty, possessed the qualities to inspire a
-true passion.</p>
-
-<p>All obstacles being at length overcome, and the consent
-of both families obtained, in the following year<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">281</a></span>
-Jules married the fair daughter of Albion, who soon won
-the hearts of all about her.</p>
-
-<p>Uncle Raoul, always bitter against the English on
-account of the leg which he had lost in <ins title="Transcriber's note: original reads 'Acadie'">Acadia</ins>, but too
-well bred to fail in the proprieties, used at first to shut
-himself up whenever he wanted to swear comfortably at
-the compatriots of his lovely niece; but by the end of a
-month she had entirely captivated him, whereupon he
-suddenly suppressed his oaths, to the great benefit of his
-soul and of the pious ears which he had scandalized.</p>
-
-<p>"That rascal of a Jules," said Uncle Raoul, "showed
-very good taste in wedding this young English woman.
-His Holiness the Pope of old was quite right when he
-said that these young islanders would be angels if only
-they were Christians; <i>non angli, sed angeli fuissent, si
-essent Christiani</i>."</p>
-
-<p>It was another thing when the dear uncle, trotting a
-little nephew on one knee and a little niece on the other,
-used to sing them the songs of the Canadian <i>voyageurs</i>.
-How proud he was when their mother used to cry:</p>
-
-<p>"For pity sake, come to my help, dear uncle, for the
-little demons won't go to sleep without you."</p>
-
-<p>Uncle Raoul had charged himself with the military
-education of his nephew. Therefore, before he was four
-years old, this pygmy warrior, armed with a little wooden
-gun, might be seen making furious attacks against the
-ample stomach of his instructor, who was obliged to defend
-with his cane the part assaulted.</p>
-
-<p>"The little scamp," said the chevalier recovering
-himself, "is going to have the dashing courage of the
-D'Habervilles, with the persistence and independence
-of the proud islanders from whom he is descended
-through his mother."</p>
-
-<p>José had at first shown himself rather cool toward
-his young mistress, but he ended by becoming warmly<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282">282</a></span>
-attached to her. She had speedily found the weak point
-in his armor of reserve. José, like his late father,
-dearly loved his glass, which, however, produced very
-little effect upon his hard head. It was as if one should
-pour the liquor upon the head of the weather-cock, and
-expect to confuse the judgment of that venerable but
-volatile bird. His young mistress was forever offering
-José a drop of brandy to warm him or a glass of wine to
-refresh him; till José ended by declaring that if the
-Englishmen were somewhat uncivil, their countrywomen
-by no means resembled them in that regard.</p>
-
-<p>With their minds at ease as to the future of their
-children, M. and Madame D'Haberville lived happily to
-extreme old age. The captain's last words to his son
-were:</p>
-
-<p>"Serve your new sovereign as faithfully as I have
-served the King of France; and may God bless you,
-my dear son, for the comfort that you have been to
-me!"</p>
-
-<p>Uncle Raoul, dying three years before his brother,
-bid farewell to life with but one regret. He would have
-liked to see his little nephew fairly launched on the
-career of arms, the only career he considered quite
-worthy of a D'Haberville. Having perceived, however,
-that the child made great progress in his studies, he
-comforted himself with the thought that, if not a soldier,
-his nephew might turn out a <i>savant</i> like himself and
-keep the torch of learning lighted in the family.</p>
-
-<p>José, who had a constitution of iron and sinews of
-steel, who had never had an hour of sickness, regarded
-death as a sort of hypothetical event. One of his friends
-said to him one day after his master's death:</p>
-
-<p>"Do you know, José, you must be at least eighty
-years old, and one would scarcely take you to be fifty."</p>
-
-<p>José leaned upon his hip to show his steadiness,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">283</a></span>
-blew through his pipe to expel a bit of ashes, fumbled
-in his pocket with his one remaining hand till he found
-his tobacco and his flint and steel, and at length replied
-with great deliberation.</p>
-
-<p>"As you know, I am the foster-brother of our late
-captain; I was brought up in his house; I have followed
-him in every campaign that he has made; I have trained
-his two children; I have begun, do you see, upon a new
-charge, the care of his grandchildren. Very well, then!
-As long as a D'Haberville needs my services, I don't
-propose to leave."</p>
-
-<p>"Do you think, then, that you will live as long as the
-late Maqueue-salé [Methuselah]?" asked the neighbor.</p>
-
-<p>"Longer still, if need be," replied José.</p>
-
-<p>Then, having taken from his pocket everything
-which he needed, he filled his pipe, put a bit of lighted
-tinder on the bowl, and applied himself to smoking while
-he regarded his friend with the air of a man convinced
-of the truth of everything which he has said.</p>
-
-<p>José kept his word for a dozen years; but it was in
-vain that he endeavored to strengthen himself against
-old age by occupying himself with his usual tasks, despite
-the remonstrances of his masters, and at last he
-was forced to keep the house. All the family were anxious
-about him.</p>
-
-<p>"What is the matter, my dear José?" said Jules.</p>
-
-<p>"Bah! only laziness," replied José, "or perhaps my
-rheumatics."</p>
-
-<p>But José had never had an attack of that malady.
-This was only an excuse.</p>
-
-<p>"Give the good old fellow, ma'am, his morning glass,
-it will revive him," said Archie.</p>
-
-<p>"I am going to bring you a little glass of excellent
-brandy," said Madame Jules.</p>
-
-<p>"Not just now," replied José, " I always have some<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_284" id="Page_284">284</a></span>
-in my trunk, but this morning it doesn't appeal to
-me."</p>
-
-<p>They began to be seriously alarmed; this was a bad
-symptom.</p>
-
-<p>"Then I am going to make you a cup of tea," said
-Madame Jules, "and you will feel better."</p>
-
-<p>"My English wife," said Jules, "thinks tea a remedy
-for all ills."</p>
-
-<p>José drank the tea, and declared that it was a fine
-medicine and that he felt better, but this did not prevent
-the faithful servant from taking to his bed that very
-evening never to leave it alive.</p>
-
-<p>When the brave fellow knew that his end was drawing
-near, he said to Jules, who watched with him through
-the night:</p>
-
-<p>"I have prayed the good God to prolong my life to
-your childrens' next holidays, so that I might see them
-once more before I die, but I shall not have that consolation."</p>
-
-<p>"You shall see them to-morrow, my dear José."</p>
-
-<p>An hour later Lochiel was on the way to Quebec,
-and on the next evening all those who were the dearest
-in the world to that faithful and affectionate servant
-were gathered around his death-bed. After talking
-with them for some time and bidding them a most tender
-farewell, he summoned all his strength in order to
-sit up in bed, and when Jules approached to support
-him, a burning tear fell on his hand. After this last
-effort of that strong nature, he who had shared the good
-and the bad fortune of the D'Habervilles fell back and
-ceased to breathe.</p>
-
-<p>"Let us pray for the soul of one of the best men that
-I have known," said Archie, closing his eyes.</p>
-
-<p>Jules and Blanche, in spite of remonstrances, would
-not resign to any one the task of watching beside their<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">285</a></span>
-old friend during the three days that his body remained
-at the manor house.</p>
-
-<p>"If one of our family had died," they said, "Jules
-would not have left him to another's care."</p>
-
-<p>One day when Archie, in the course of one of his
-frequent visits to the D'Habervilles, was walking with
-Jules in front of the manor house, he saw approaching
-on foot an old man, decently clad, carrying a sealskin
-bag on his shoulders.</p>
-
-<p>"Who is that man?" he asked.</p>
-
-<p>"Ah," said Jules, "that is our friend, M. D&mdash;&mdash;, carrying
-his office on his back."</p>
-
-<p>"What! His office?" said Archie.</p>
-
-<p>"Certainly. He is an itinerant notary. Every three
-months he travels through certain districts, drawing up
-new deeds and finishing up copies of the rough drafts
-which he always carries with him in order that he may
-not be taken unawares. He is an excellent and very
-amiable man, French by birth, and very intelligent.
-On coming to Canada he began with a small trade in
-pictures which proved unprofitable, and then, remembering
-that he had formerly studied for two years with
-an advocate in France, he boldly presented himself before
-the judges, and passed an examination, which, if
-not brilliant, was at least satisfactory enough for his new
-country, and then returned home in triumph with a
-notary's commission in his pocket. I assure you that
-every one gets on well with his deeds, which are drawn
-with a most scrupulous honesty that supplies the place
-of the diction, purer but often tarnished by bad faith, of
-more learned notaries."</p>
-
-<p>"Your nomadic notary," replied Archie, smiling,
-"arrives opportunely. I have work for him."</p>
-
-<p>In fact, Lochiel, who was already well advanced in
-the task of clearing which he was so actively engaged<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">286</a></span>
-upon for the benefit of his friend Dumais, made over to
-him in due form all his real estate, reserving only for
-himself during his life-time the half of the new and
-spacious house which he had built.</p>
-
-<p>The visits of Archie to the manor house became
-more frequent as he advanced in age, and he ended by
-establishing himself there altogether. Blanche was no
-longer in his eyes anything more than an adopted sister;
-and the sweet name of brother, which Blanche had given
-him, purified the remnant of passion which yet clung to
-the heart of this noble woman.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p>The author has become so attached to the chief characters
-in this veracious history that it costs him a pang
-to banish them from the scene. He fears also to grieve
-those of his readers who may share this attachment should
-he kill them all off with one stroke of the pen. Time
-will do the fatal work without the author's assistance.</p>
-
-<p>It is eleven o'clock in the evening, toward the end
-of October. The D'Haberville family are gathered in
-a little parlor sufficiently illuminated, without the help
-of the candles, by the flame from an armful of dry cedar
-chips which are blazing in the great chimney. Lochiel,
-now nearly sixty years of age, is playing a game of
-draughts with Blanche. Jules, seated between his wife
-and daughter, near the fire, is teasing them both without
-altogether neglecting the players.</p>
-
-<p>Young Archie D'Haberville, only son of Jules and
-godson of Lochiel, is in a brown study. He is following
-the fantastic figures which his imagination has created
-in the flames now dying slowly on the hearth.</p>
-
-<p>"What are you thinking about, my grave philosopher?"
-said his father.</p>
-
-<p>"I have been watching with intense interest," answered
-the young man, "a little group of men, women,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">287</a></span>
-and children who have been walking, dancing, rising,
-falling, and who have at length all vanished."</p>
-
-<p>The cedar fire had just died out.</p>
-
-<p>"You are the true son of your mother, a godson
-worthy of your godfather," said Jules D'Haberville, rising
-to bid good-night.</p>
-
-<p>Like the fantastic figures which young D'Haberville
-was watching in the flames, my characters, dear reader,
-have been moving for some time before your eyes, to
-vanish suddenly, perhaps forever, with him who set them
-in motion.</p>
-
-<p>Farewell, then, dear reader, before my hand, growing
-more cold than our Canadian winters, refuses any longer
-to trace my thoughts.</p>
-
-
-
-
-<p class="center">THE END.</p>
-
-
-
-
-<p class="break-before"><b>L. C. Page and Company's</b><br />
-<b>Announcement List</b><br />
-<b>of New Fiction</b></p>
-
-<p><b>The Flight of Georgiana</b></p>
-
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-
-<p><span class="smcap">A Romance of the Days of the Young Pretender.</span> By
-<span class="smcap">Robert Neilson Stephens</span>, author of "The Bright Face of
-Danger," "An Enemy to the King," "The Mystery of
-Murray Davenport," etc.</p></blockquote>
-
-<p>
-Library 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated $1.50<br />
-</p>
-
-<p>Mr. Stephens's novels all bear the hall-mark of success,
-for his men are always live, his women are always worthy of
-their cavaliers, and his adventures are of the sort to stir the
-most sluggish blood without overstepping the bounds of good
-taste.</p>
-
-<p>The theme of the new novel is one which will give Mr.
-Stephens splendid scope for all the powers at his command.
-The career of "Bonnie Prince Charlie" was full of romance,
-intrigue, and adventure; his life was a series of episodes to
-delight the soul of a reader of fiction, and Mr. Stephens is
-to be congratulated for his selection of such a promising
-subject.</p>
-
-
-<p class="break-before"><b>Mrs. Jim and Mrs. Jimmie</b></p>
-
-<p>By <span class="smcap">Stephen Conrad</span>, author of "The Second Mrs. Jim."</p>
-
-<p>
-Library 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated $1.50<br />
-</p>
-
-<p>This new book is in a sense a sequel to "The Second Mrs.
-Jim," since it gives further glimpses of that delightful step-mother
-and her philosophy. This time, however, she divides
-the field with "Mrs. Jimmie," who is quite as attractive in
-her different way. The book has more plot than the former
-volume, a little less philosophy perhaps, but just as much
-wholesome fun. In many ways it is a stronger book, and
-will therefore take an even firmer hold on the public.</p>
-
-
-<p class="break-before"><b>The Story of Red Fox</b></p>
-
-<blockquote>
-
-<p>Told by <span class="smcap">Charles G. D. Roberts</span>, author of "The Watchers
-of the Trails," "The Kindred of the Wild," "Barbara
-Ladd," etc.</p>
-
-<p>Library 12mo, cloth decorative, with fifty illustrations and
-cover design by Charles Livingston Bull</p>
-
-<p>
-$2.00<br />
-</p></blockquote>
-
-<p>Mr. Roberts's reputation as a scientifically accurate writer,
-whose literary skill transforms his animal stories into masterpieces,
-stands unrivalled in his particular field.</p>
-
-<p>This is his first long animal story, and his romance of Red
-Fox, from babyhood to patriarchal old age, makes reading
-more fascinating than any work of fiction. In his hands Red
-Fox becomes a personality so strong that one entirely forgets
-he is an animal, and his haps and mishaps grip you as do
-those of a person.</p>
-
-<p>Mr. Bull, as usual, fits his pictures to the text as hand to
-glove, and the ensemble becomes a book as near perfection
-as it is possible to attain.</p>
-
-
-<p class="break-before">Return</p>
-
-<blockquote>
-
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="smcap">A Story of the Sea Islands in 1739.</span> By <span class="smcap">Alice MacGowan</span>
-and <span class="smcap">Grace MacGowan Cooke</span>, authors of "The
-Last Word," etc. With six illustrations by C. D. Williams.
-Library 12mo, cloth</p>
-
-<p>
-$1.50<br />
-</p></blockquote>
-
-<p>A new romance, undoubtedly the best work yet done by
-Miss MacGowan and Mrs. Cooke. The heroine of "Return,"
-Diana Chaters, is the belle of the Colonial city of Charles
-Town, S. C., in the early eighteenth century, and the hero
-is a young Virginian of the historical family of Marshall.
-The youth, beauty, and wealth of the fashionable world, which
-first form the environment of the romance, are pictured in
-sharp contrast to the rude and exciting life of the frontier
-settlements in the Georgia Colony, and the authors have
-missed no opportunities for telling characterizations. But
-"Return" is, above all, a <i>love-story</i>.</p>
-
-<p>We quote the opinion of Prof. Charles G. D. Roberts, who
-has read the advance sheets: "It seems to me a story of
-quite unusual strength and interest, full of vitality and
-crowded with telling characters. I greatly like the authors'
-firm, bold handling of their subject."</p>
-
-
-<p class="break-before"><b>Lady Penelope</b></p>
-
-<blockquote>
-
-<p>By <span class="smcap">Morley Roberts</span>, author of "Rachel Marr," "The Promotion
-of the Admiral," etc. With nine illustrations by
-Arthur W. Brown.</p></blockquote>
-
-<p>
-Library 12mo, cloth $1.50<br />
-</p>
-
-<p>Mr. Roberts certainly has versatility, since this book has
-not a single point of similarity with either "Rachel Marr"
-or his well-known sea stories. Its setting is the English so-called
-"upper crust" of the present day. Lady Penelope is
-quite the most up-to-date young lady imaginable and equally
-charming. As might be expected from such a heroine, her
-<i>automobiling</i> plays an important part in the development
-of the plot. Lady Penelope has a large number of suitors,
-and her method of choosing her husband is original and provocative
-of delightful situations and mirthful incidents.</p>
-
-
-<p class="break-before"><b>The Winged Helmet</b></p>
-
-<blockquote>
-
-<p>By <span class="smcap">Harold Steele MacKaye</span>, author of "The Panchronicon,"
-etc. With six illustrations by H. C. Edwards.</p></blockquote>
-
-<p>
-Library 12mo, cloth $1.50<br />
-</p>
-
-<p>When an author has an original theme on which to build
-his story, ability in construction of unusual situations, skill
-in novel characterization, and a good literary style, there can
-be no doubt but that his work is worth reading. "The
-Winged Helmet" is of this description.</p>
-
-<p>The author gives in this novel a convincing picture of life
-in the early sixteenth century, and the reader will be delighted
-with its originality of treatment, freshness of plot,
-and unexpected climaxes.</p>
-
-
-<p class="break-before"><b>A Captain of Men</b></p>
-
-<blockquote>
-
-<p>
-By <span class="smcap">E. Anson More</span>.</p></blockquote>
-
-<p>
-Library 12mo, cloth, illustrated $1.50<br />
-</p>
-
-<p>A tale of Tyre and those merchant princes whose discovery
-of the value of tin brought untold riches into the country
-and afforded adventures without number to those daring
-seekers for the mines. Merodach, the Assyrian, Tanith, the
-daughter of the richest merchant of Tyre, Miriam, her Hebrew
-slave, and the dwarf Hiram, who was the greatest artist
-of his day, are a quartette of characters hard to surpass in
-individuality. It has been said that the powerful order of
-Free Masons first had its origin in the meetings which were
-held at Hiram's studio in Tyre, where gathered together the
-greatest spirits of that age and place.</p>
-
-
-<p class="break-before"><b>The Paradise of the Wild Apple</b></p>
-
-<blockquote>
-
-<p>By <span class="smcap">Richard LeGallienne</span>, author of "Old Love Stories
-Retold," "The Quest of the Golden Girl," etc.</p></blockquote>
-
-<p>
-Library 12mo, cloth decorative $1.50<br />
-</p>
-
-<p>The theme of Mr. LeGallienne's new romance deals with
-the instinct of wildness in human nature,&mdash;the wander spirit
-and impatience of tame domesticity, the preference for wild
-flowers and fruits, and the glee in summer storms and elemental
-frolics. A wild apple-tree, high up in a rocky meadow,
-is symbolic of all this, and Mr. LeGallienne works out in
-a fashion at once imaginative and serious the romance of a
-young man well placed from the view of worldly goods and
-estate, who suddenly hungers for the "wild apples" of his
-youth. The theme has limitless possibilities, and Mr. LeGallienne
-is artist enough to make adequate use of them.</p>
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-gives both sides of the question,&mdash;the Union and its methods,
-and the non-Union workers and their loyal adherents, with
-a final typical clash at the end. The question is an absorbing
-one, and it is handled fearlessly.</p>
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-<p>"Brothers of Peril" has an unusual plot, dealing with a
-now extinct race, the Beothic Indians of the sixteenth century,
-who were the original inhabitants of Newfoundland
-when that island was merely a fishing-station for the cod-seeking
-fleets of the old world.</p>
-
-<p>The story tells of the adventures of a young English cavalier,
-who, left behind by the fleet, finds another Englishman,
-with his daughter and servants, who is hiding from
-the law. A French adventurer and pirate, who is an unwelcome
-suitor for the daughter, plays an important part. Encounters
-between the Indians and the small colony of white
-men on the shore, and perilous adventures at sea with a shipload
-of pirates led by the French buccaneer, make a story of
-breathless interest.</p>
-
-
-<p class="break-before"><b>The Black Barque</b></p>
-
-<blockquote>
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-<p>By <span class="smcap">T. Jenkins Hains</span>, author of "The Wind Jammers,"
-"The Strife of the Sea," etc. With five illustrations by
-W. Herbert Dunton.</p></blockquote>
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-to the public. "The Black Barque" is a story of slavery and
-piracy upon the high seas about 1815, and is written with a
-thorough knowledge of deep-water sailing. This, Captain
-Hains's first long sea story, realistically pictures a series of
-stirring scenes at the period of the destruction of the exciting
-but nefarious traffic in slaves, in the form of a narrative
-by a young American lieutenant, who, by force of circumstances,
-finds himself the gunner of "The Black Barque."</p>
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-<p class="break-before"><b>Cameron of Lochiel</b></p>
-
-<blockquote>
-
-<p>Translated from the French of <span class="smcap">Philippe Aubert de Gaspé</span>
-by <span class="smcap">Prof. Charles G. D. Roberts</span>.</p></blockquote>
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-Library 12mo, cloth decorative $1.50<br />
-</p>
-
-<p>The publishers are gratified to announce a new edition of
-a book by this famous author, who may be called the Walter
-Scott of Canada. This interesting and valuable romance is
-fortunate in having for its translator Professor Roberts, who
-has caught perfectly the spirit of the original. The French
-edition first appeared under the title of "Les Anciens Canadiens"
-in 1862, and was later translated and appeared in an
-American edition now out of print.</p>
-
-<p>Patriotism, devotion to the French-Canadian nationality,
-a just pride of race, and a loving memory for his people's
-romantic and heroic past, are the dominant chords struck
-by the author throughout the story.</p>
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-
-<p class="break-before"><b>Castel del Monte</b></p>
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-in Italy, and the overthrow of Manfred by Charles of
-Anjou, the champion of Pope Clement IV. The Middle Ages
-are noted for the weird mysticism and the deep fatalism
-characteristic of a people believing in signs and portents
-and the firm hand of fate. Mr. Gallizier has brought out
-these characteristics in a marked degree.</p>
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-<p class="break-before"><b>Slaves of Success</b></p>
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-Library 12mo, cloth $1.50<br />
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-so well known, both through his long stories and his
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-Like his first success, "The Spoilsmen," it deals with politics,
-but in the broader field of state and national instead of
-municipal. The book has recently appeared in condensed form
-as a serial in <i>Collier's Magazine</i>, where it attracted wide-spread
-attention, and the announcement of its appearance
-in book form will be welcomed by Mr. Flower's rapidly increasing
-audience. The successful delineation of characters
-like John Wade, Ben Carroll, Azro Craig, and Allen Sidway
-throws new strong lights on the inside workings of American
-business and political "graft."</p>
-
-
-<p class="break-before"><b>Silver Bells</b></p>
-
-<blockquote>
-
-<p>By <span class="smcap">Col. Andrew C. P. Haggard</span>, author of "Hannibal's
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-<p>Under the thin veneer of conventionality and custom lurks
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-wilderness, and it often requires but a mental crisis or an
-emotional upheaval to break through the coating. Geoffrey
-Digby was such an one, who left home and kindred to seek
-happiness among the Indians of Canada, in the vast woods
-which always hold an undefinable mystery and fascination.
-He gained renown as a mighty hunter, and the tale of his
-life there, and the romance which awaited him, will be heartily
-enjoyed by all who like a good love-story with plenty of
-action not of the "stock" order. "Silver Bells," the Indian
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-
-<p class="center">WORKS OF
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-<p><b>Captain Ravenshaw</b>; <span class="smcap">Or, The Maid of
-Cheapside</span>. (40th thousand.) A romance of Elizabethan
-London. Illustrations by Howard Pyle and other artists.</p></blockquote>
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-had anything so good in the blended vein of romance and
-comedy. The beggar student, the rich goldsmith, the roisterer
-and the rake, the fop and the maid, are all here: foremost
-among them Captain Ravenshaw himself, soldier of fortune
-and adventurer, who, after escapades of binding interest,
-finally wins a way to fame and to matrimony.</p>
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-<blockquote>
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-<p><b>Philip Winwood.</b> (70th thousand.) A Sketch of
-the Domestic History of an American Captain in the War of
-Independence, embracing events that occurred between and
-during the years 1763 and 1785 in New York and London.
-Written by his Enemy in War, Herbert Russell, Lieutenant
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-Stephens</span>. Illustrated by E. W. D. Hamilton.</p></blockquote>
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-Library 12mo, cloth $1.50<br />
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-<p>"One of the most stirring and remarkable romances that have
-been published in a long while, and its episodes, incidents, and
-actions are as interesting and agreeable as they are vivid and
-dramatic."&mdash;<i>Boston Times.</i></p></blockquote>
-
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-<blockquote>
-
-<p><b>The Mystery of Murray Davenport.</b> (30th
-thousand.) By <span class="smcap">Robert Neilson Stephens</span>, author of
-"An Enemy to the King," "Philip Winwood," etc.</p></blockquote>
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-<p>
-Library 12mo, cloth, with six full-page illustrations by H. C.<br />
-Edwards $1.50<br />
-</p>
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-<p>"This is easily the best thing that Mr. Stephens has yet done.
-Those familiar with his other novels can best judge the measure of
-this praise, which is generous."&mdash;<i>Buffalo News.</i></p>
-
-<p>"Mr. Stephens won a host of friends through his earlier volumes,
-but we think he will do still better work in his new field if the
-present volume is a criterion."&mdash;<i>N. Y. Com. Advertiser.</i></p></blockquote>
-
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-<blockquote>
-
-<p><b>An Enemy to the King.</b> (60th thousand.) From
-the "Recently Discovered Memoirs of the Sieur de la
-Tournoire." Illustrated by H. De M. Young.</p></blockquote>
-
-<p>
-Library 12mo, cloth $1.50<br />
-</p>
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-<p>An historical romance of the sixteenth century, describing
-the adventures of a young French nobleman at the Court of
-Henry III., and on the field with Henry of Navarre.</p>
-
-<blockquote>
-
-<p>"A stirring tale."&mdash;<i>Detroit Free Press.</i></p>
-
-<p>"A royally strong piece of fiction."&mdash;<i>Boston Ideas.</i></p>
-
-<p>"Interesting from the first to the last page."&mdash;<i>Brooklyn Eagle.</i></p>
-
-<p>"Brilliant as a play; it is equally brilliant as a romantic novel."&mdash;<i>Philadelphia
-Press.</i></p></blockquote>
-
-
-<blockquote>
-
-<p><b>The Continental Dragoon</b>: <span class="smcap">A Romance of
-Philipse Manor House in 1778</span>. (43d thousand.) Illustrated
-by H. C. Edwards.</p></blockquote>
-
-<p>
-Library 12mo, cloth $1.50<br />
-</p>
-
-<p>A stirring romance of the Revolution, the scene being laid
-in and around the old Philipse Manor House, near Yonkers,
-which at the time of the story was the central point of the so-called
-"neutral territory" between the two armies.</p>
-
-
-<blockquote>
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-<p><b>The Road to Paris</b>: <span class="smcap">A Story of Adventure</span>.
-(25th thousand.) Illustrated by H. C. Edwards.</p></blockquote>
-
-<p>
-Library 12mo, cloth $1.50<br />
-</p>
-
-<p>An historical romance of the 18th century, being an account
-of the life of an American gentleman adventurer of Jacobite
-ancestry, whose family early settled in the colony of Pennsylvania.</p>
-
-
-<blockquote>
-
-<p><b>A Gentleman Player:</b> <span class="smcap">His Adventures on a
-Secret Mission for Queen Elizabeth</span>. (38th thousand.)
-Illustrated by Frank T. Merrill.</p></blockquote>
-
-<p>
-Library 12mo, cloth $1.50<br />
-</p>
-
-<p>"A Gentleman Player" is a romance of the Elizabethan
-period. It relates the story of a young gentleman who, in the
-reign of Elizabeth, falls so low in his fortune that he joins
-Shakespeare's company of players, and becomes a friend and
-protégé of the great poet.</p>
-
-
-
-
-<p>WORKS OF CHARLES G. D. ROBERTS</p>
-
-
-<blockquote>
-
-<p><b>Barbara Ladd.</b> With four illustrations by Frank
-Verbeck.</p></blockquote>
-
-<p>
-Library 12mo, gilt top $1.50<br />
-</p>
-
-<blockquote>
-
-<p>"From the opening chapter to the final page Mr. Roberts lures
-us on by his rapt devotion to the changing aspects of Nature and
-by his keen and sympathetic analysis of human character."&mdash;<i>Boston
-Transcript.</i></p></blockquote>
-
-
-<blockquote>
-
-<p><b>The Kindred of the Wild.</b> <span class="smcap">A Book of Animal
-Life.</span> With fifty-one full-page plates and many decorations
-from drawings by Charles Livingston Bull.</p></blockquote>
-
-<p>
-Small quarto, decorative cover $2.00<br />
-</p>
-
-<blockquote>
-
-<p>"Professor Roberts has caught wonderfully the elusive individualities
-of which he writes. His animal stories are marvels of sympathetic
-science and literary exactness. Bound with the superb
-illustrations by Charles Livingston Bull, they make a volume which
-charms, entertains, and informs."&mdash;<i>New York World.</i></p>
-
-<p>" ... Is in many ways the most brilliant collection of animal
-stories that has appeared ... well named and well done."&mdash;<i>John
-Burroughs.</i></p></blockquote>
-
-
-<blockquote>
-
-<p><b>The Forge in the Forest.</b> Being the Narrative of
-the Acadian Ranger, Jean de Mer, Seigneur de Briart, and
-how he crossed the Black Abbé, and of his Adventures in a
-Strange Fellowship. Illustrated by Henry Sandham, R.C.A.</p></blockquote>
-
-<p>
-Library 12mo, cloth, gilt top $1.50<br />
-</p>
-
-<p>A romance of the convulsive period of the struggle between
-the French and English for the possession of North America.
-The story is one of pure love and heroic adventure, and
-deals with that fiery fringe of conflict that waved between
-Nova Scotia and New England. The Expulsion of the Acadians
-is foreshadowed in these brilliant pages, and the part of
-the "Black Abbé's" intrigues in precipitating that catastrophe
-is shown.</p>
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-<blockquote>
-
-<p><b>The Heart of the Ancient Wood.</b> With
-six illustrations by James L. Weston.</p></blockquote>
-
-<p>
-Library 12mo, decorative cover $1.50<br />
-</p>
-
-<blockquote>
-
-<p>"One of the most fascinating novels of recent days."&mdash;<i>Boston
-Journal.</i></p>
-
-<p>"A classic twentieth-century romance."&mdash;<i>New York Commercial
-Advertiser.</i></p></blockquote>
-
-
-<blockquote>
-
-<p><b>A Sister to Evangeline.</b> Being the Story of
-Yvonne de Lamourie, and how she went into Exile with the
-Villagers of Grand Pré.</p></blockquote>
-
-<p>
-Library 12mo, cloth, gilt top, illustrated $1.50<br />
-</p>
-
-<p>This is a romance of the great expulsion of the Acadians,
-which Longfellow first immortalized in "Evangeline." Swift
-action, fresh atmosphere, wholesome purity, deep passion,
-searching analysis, characterize this strong novel.</p>
-
-
-<p>By the Marshes of Minas.</p>
-
-<p>
-Library 12mo, cloth, gilt top, illustrated $1.50<br />
-</p>
-
-<p>This is a volume of romance, of love and adventure in that
-picturesque period when Nova Scotia was passing from the
-French to the English régime. Each tale is independent of
-the others, but the scenes are similar, and in several of them the
-evil "Black Abbé," well known from the author's previous
-novels, again appears with his savages at his heels&mdash;but to
-be thwarted always by woman's wit or soldier's courage.</p>
-
-
-<blockquote>
-
-<p><b>Earth's Enigmas.</b> A new edition, with the addition
-of three new stories, and ten illustrations by Charles
-Livingston Bull.</p></blockquote>
-
-<p>
-Library 12mo, cloth, uncut edges $1.50<br />
-</p>
-
-<blockquote>
-
-<p>"Throughout the volume runs that subtle questioning of the
-cruel, predatory side of nature which suggests the general title of
-the book. In certain cases it is the picture of savage nature ravening
-for food&mdash;for death to preserve life; in others it is the secret
-symbolism of woods and waters prophesying of evils and misadventures
-to come. All this does not mean, however, that Mr. Roberts
-is either pessimistic or morbid&mdash;it is nature in his books after all,
-wholesome in her cruel moods as in her tender."&mdash;<i>The New York
-Independent.</i></p></blockquote>
-
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-
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-<p><b>Hope Loring.</b> Illustrated by Frank T. Merrill.</p>
-
-<p>
-Library 12mo, cloth, decorative cover $1.50<br />
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-
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-
-<p>"Tall, slender, and athletic, fragile-looking, yet with nerves and
-sinews of steel under the velvet flesh, frank as a boy and tender and
-beautiful as a woman, free and independent, yet not bold&mdash;such is
-'Hope Loring,' by long odds the subtlest study that has yet been
-made of the American girl."&mdash;<i>Dorothy Dix, in the New York
-American.</i></p></blockquote>
-
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-<blockquote>
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-<p><b>Abroad with the Jimmies.</b> With a portrait, in
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-<p>"Full of ozone, of snap, of ginger, of swing and momentum."&mdash;<i>Chicago
-Evening Post.</i></p>
-
-<p>" ... Is one of her best and cleverest novels ... filled to the
-brim with amusing incidents and experiences. This vivacious narrative
-needs no commendation to the readers of Miss Bell's well-known
-earlier books."&mdash;<i>N. Y. Press.</i></p></blockquote>
-
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-<blockquote>
-
-<p><b>The Interference of Patricia.</b> With a frontispiece
-from drawing by Frank T. Merrill.</p></blockquote>
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-Small 12mo, cloth, decorative cover $1.00<br />
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-York Sun.</i></p>
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-Martin Hewitt, investigator. By <span class="smcap">Arthur Morrison</span>, author
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-
-<p>"Better than Sherlock Holmes."&mdash;<i>New York Tribune.</i></p>
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