Old Kaskaskia by Mary Hartwell Catherwood
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"What, to the old Jesuit College?" "It isn't very dark, and our old Dinah will go with us; she's waiting outside the fence." "But my father says none of our Indians are to be trusted in the dark." "What a slander on our Indians!" "But some of them are here; they always come to the St. John bonfire." "All the men in Kaskaskia are here, too. We could easily give an alarm." "Anyhow, nothing will hurt us." "What are you going to do, girls?" inquired the voice of Angélique Saucier. The whole scheme took a foolish tinge as she spoke. They were ashamed to tell her what they were going to do. Peggy Morrison drew near and whispered, "We want to go to the old Jesuit College and sow hempseed." "Hempseed?" "Yes. You do it on Midsummer Night." "Will it grow the better for that?" asked the puzzled French girl. |
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