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But we had scarce reached the road before we could see two figures in the distance, hazily outlined in the mid-light of the departed sun and the coming moon. The first was Monsieur Gratiot himself, the second Benjy. Monsieur Gratiot took me by the hand. "I regret to inform you, Mr. Ritchie," said he, politely, "that my keel boats are loaded and ready to leave.

"Avast!" cried the Colonel, as I was going out. "And why not?" "If I show that I am not afraid of them, sir, they will think that you are the less so." "There you are for strategy, Gratiot," said Colonel Clark, laughing. "Get out, you rascal." Tom was more concerned when I appeared. "Don't pester 'em, Davy," said he; "fer God's sake don't pester 'em. They're spoilin' fer a fight.

But we had scarce reached the road before we could see two figures in the distance, hazily outlined in the mid-light of the departed sun and the coming moon. The first was Monsieur Gratiot himself, the second Benjy. Monsieur Gratiot took me by the hand. "I regret to inform you, Mr. Ritchie," said he, politely, "that my keel boats are loaded and ready to leave.

But we will go there." "How far is it?" I asked, thinking of Monsieur Gratiot. "About a mile," said Colonel Chouteau, "a pleasant walk." We stepped out, Hippolyte and Gaspard running in front, the Colonel and Monsieur Gratiot and myself following; and a snicker which burst out now and then told us that Benjy was in the rear.

"Monsieur Gratiot, behold my commissary-general, my strategist, my financier." And Monsieur Gratiot smiled. He struck me as a man who never let himself go sufficiently to laugh. "Ah," he said, "Vigo has told me how he settled the question of paper money. He might do something for the Congress in the East."

Below the mill, so Monsieur Gratiot told me, where the creek lay in pools on its limestone bed, the village washing was done; and every Monday morning bare-legged negresses strode up this road, the bundles of clothes balanced on their heads, the paddles in their hands, followed by a stream of black urchins who tempted Providence to drown them.

George Drewyer return from St Louis and brought 99 Dollars, he lost a letter from Cap Lewis to me, Seven Ladies visit me to day Stoddard, Lieuts. Milford & Worrell together with Messrs. A. Chouteau, C. Gratiot, and many other respectable inhabitants of St. Louis, who had engaged to accompany me to the Vilage of St.

"Clive! And what became of them?" This time he gave me one of his searching looks, and it was not unmixed with astonishment. "Why do you ask. Monsieur?" he demanded. "Did you know them?" I must have shown that I was strangely agitated. For the moment I could not answer. "Monsieur Gratiot himself spoke of them to me," I said, after a little; "he said they were an interesting couple."

"Monsieur," I said, "I bring letters to you from Monsieur Gratiot and Colonel Chouteau of St. Louis. One of these I had the honor to deliver to Madame de St. Gre, and here is the other." "Ah," he said, with another keen glance, "I met you this morning, did I not?" "You did, Monsieur." He broke the seal, and, going to the edge of the gallery, held the letter to the light.

He fell back wearily in his chair, while I stood astonished, wondering. I had thought to find him elated with victory. "Congress or Virginia," said he, "will have to pay Monsieur Vigo, and Father Gibault, and Monsieur Gratiot, and the other good people who have trusted me. Do you think they will do so?" "The Congress are far from here," I said.