Montlivet by Alice Prescott Smith
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canoe. I forbore to look at her.
The men feared my mood that day, so paddled well. I charged them not to speak nor sing, for I would have no wasted breath, and the sombre shore, pine and tamarack and savage rock, passed before us like pictures dropping from a roll. Toward sunset I sighted a canoe full of warriors, and when we drew near I saw that they were Pottawatamies. "Are we near your islands?" I hailed. The men bowed toward the southwest. "The space of the star rising, and you will reach them if you travel," spoke the tallest. "You ride fast. I have seen you come like the white squall on the water." I called again. "Does Father Nouvel tarry with you?" I cried. I thought that they looked at the maid in the canoe. "He tarries," they answered. I gave the signal and we slipped away. "To the shore," I commanded, and the two canoes took new vigor. The men, like stall-fed beasts, spurred themselves by the prospect of eating and idleness, and we were soon at the beach. I bent over the woman. "Be prepared," I whispered. "I must tell the men. If I play the clown it is but to impress them, mademoiselle." She met my glance with a look of entire understanding, and rising gave me her finger tips and stepped from the canoe. I do not know how she turned all in one instant from a sun-burned stripling to a great lady, |
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