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About this time Mr. Stone was advanced to the general superintendence of construction, which position he retained between two and three years, when his brother admitted him as his partner in the construction of the bridges on the Atlantic & St. Lawrence railroad. A year was successfully spent in the prosecution of this work, when a partnership was formed with Mr.
While, of course, if it should be necessary, I would sanction shooting, I much prefer to take the men prisoners and turn them over to the sheriff and the law." At first Lawrence could scarcely believe his ears.
Horace was on the point of mentioning the fact when the word was passed back to dismount, and, leading their horses, they were soon within the protection of the woods. "Any of the ponies likely to whinny?" asked Lawrence as they halted in a glen. "Yes, Blackhawk," answered Horace. "It was he that gave warning of Jeffreys' approach." "Then we'll take them all pretty well up into the woods.
For a moment there was silence between them; then Edestone, as if attempting to shake off his gloomy reflections, struck a lighter note. "How do you like being a pirate, Lawrence?" he smiled. "Great! The dream of my life, with you for a captain!" So they sat down to dinner.
Lawrence; the other, by the Hudson and Mohawk Rivers, then by way of Lake Oneida and the Oswego River to the first of the great lakes, Lake Ontario; thence the journey to Fort Detroit would be chiefly by canoe, up Lakes Ontario and Erie.
As matters stood the provinces were already flourishing, and schemes of improvement were everywhere in contemplation. Steam navigation, which had proved so useful on the St. Lawrence, and had, as it were, drawn, the two chief cities of the Lower Province more closely together, was about to be attempted on Lake Ontario.
Lawrence out of doors, one day about noon, and after placing her on a bench in the glow of the light, went off to look after the eight McGillicuddys, the little Lawrence boy, and the After-Clap, none of whom could have got on without her. Colonel Fortescue, coming out of the headquarters building, and going to his own house, passed Mrs. Lawrence, sitting on the bench.
Almost beside himself, Lawrence resisted all of Edestone's efforts to get him back into the elevator. "You damn' dirty Dutchman, I'll pay you for this!" he yelled over his shoulder, as he struggled to break loose from the firm grip which held him, and get at the Count. It was not a time to permit of argument.
In process of time our hero rode through the settlements to Montreal, where he sold his horse, purchased a few necessaries, and made his way down the Saint Lawrence to the frontier settlements of the bleak and almost uninhabited north shore of the gulf. Here he found some difficulty in engaging a man to go with him, in a canoe, towards the coast of Labrador.
"Who are you, and who bound you?" asked this chief, with a stern look. Answering in his best Spanish, Lawrence explained how he fell into the hands of the savages. The chief did not speak for a few seconds, but looked inquiringly at Ignacio. "It won't do to make more prisoners, you know," said the old hunter, replying to the look; "we have too many on our hands as it is.
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