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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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