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Hereupon, the march was postponed; the newly-arrived warriors were called to council, and Contrecoeur thus harangued them: "The English have murdered my children, my heart is sick; to-morrow I shall send my French soldiers to take revenge. And now, men of the Saut St.
As the boatmen poled nearer, it seemed to me that some of the people looked marvelously like the riflemen of my own corps; and a few moments later I sprang to my feet astounded, for of the two women in the nearest batteau one was Lois de Contrecoeur and the other Lana Helmer.
Conch-horns blowing the strange and melancholy music of your regiment. It seems to fill my heart with dread unutterable." "The runner is here! Euan Euan! Come back to me! "Lois de Contrecoeur." My eyes fell from the letter to the sleeping runner stretched out at my feet, then shifted vaguely toward the river.
And under that, in a woman's fine handwriting: "Mon coeur, malgre; mon coeur, se rendre a Contrecoeur, dit Jean Coeur; coeur contre coeur." "That," she said, "is the same writing that the birch bark bears, sewed in my moccasins." "Then," I said excitedly, "your mother was born Mademoiselle Joncaire, and you are Lois de Contrecoeur!" She sat with eyes lowered, fingering the stained and faded page.
I thought a moment, then: "Somewhere I heard that Captain Joncaire had a daughter. But she married another man one Louis de Contrecoeur " I hesitated, glanced again at the name scratched on the glass over the lock of hair, and shook my head. "Jean Coeur Louis de Contrecoeur. The names scarce hang together yet "
Contrecoeur, with true French gayety, invited the ensign to sup with him; treated him with the utmost politeness, and wished him a pleasant journey, as he set off the next morning with his men laden with their working tools. Such was the ensign's story.
A hundred yards away across the river stood the walls of the fort, crowded with soldiers, the fair lilies of France waving lazily above their heads. Calmly they watched the terrible preparations, Contrecoeur, Dumas, and all the others, and not one raised a hand to rescue those unhappy men, or uttered a word to mitigate their torture.
Contrecoeur, the French commander at Duquesne, is a brave and capable man. Beaujeu, who stands next to him, has, they say, a soul of fire. You know what St. Luc is, the bravest of the brave, and as wise as a fox, and Dumas and Ligneris are great partisan leaders. Do you think these men will run away without a fight?" "But they must depend chiefly on the Indians!" "Even so.
Notwithstanding this precaution, several roving bands of Iroquois, not advertised, possibly, of what was pending, continued to kill our people, burn their dwellings, and slaughter live-stock in different parts of the colony; for example, at St. Francois, at Sorel, at Contrecoeur, and at St. Ours.
And, my lips resting on my mother's needle-book, I thought of Lois, and how like mine in a measure was her strange history, not yet fully revealed. "Sagamore, my elder brother?" I said at last. "Mayaro listens." "How is it then with Lois de Contrecoeur that you already knew she was of the Hidden Children?" "I knew it when I first laid eyes on her, Loskiel." "By what sign?" "The moccasins.
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