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The Indian troubles in the Southwest were made particularly serious by the ability of the head-chief of the Creek nation, Alexander McGillivray, the authentic facts of whose career might seem too wildly improbable even for the uses of melodrama. His grandmother was a full-blooded Creek of high standing in the nation. She had a daughter by Captain Marchand, a French officer.
On the 23rd April, that venerable and discreet person, Master Pierre Marchand, Curate and Prior of Paray-le-Monial, in the diocese of Chartres, arrived in Paris and put up at the sign of the Three Chandeliers, in the Rue de la Huchette.
The Prince de Joinville placed himself at the rudder, Commandant Guyet at the head of the boat; Generals Bertrand and Gourgaud, Baron Las Cases, M. Marchand, and the Abbe Coquereau occupied the same places as during the march. Count Chabot and Commandant Hernoux were astern, a little in advance of the Prince.
Bad as Marchand was, to prevent his crime was far better than punishing him for it afterwards. To have Marchand arrested for conspiracy to commit a crime was a business which would gravely interfere with his freedom of motion in the near future, would create complications which might cripple his own purposes in indirect ways.
"'Ridiculous'?" repeated the Western girl, with something like a catch in her throat. "Well, it might have been ridiculous," admitted Helen. "Only, after all, Jennie is real and so is Major Marchand. You couldn't feaze him, not even if a bomb had been dropped in the church vestibule."
The girl was almost exhausted when the major leaped out upon a log and offered her his hand. "Come up here, Mademoiselle," he whispered. "We shall be dry here and we can rest." She could not speak; but her breathing soon grew calmer. Major Marchand said, suddenly speaking in German: "Forget your French, Fraulein from this point on. The German tongue only for us." "Oh!
I dunno why he comes back at all till this Dennis feller gits out." "Doesn't make any bones about it, does he? Dennis Doane's the name, ain't it? Marchand spoiled his wife-run away with her up along the Wind River, eh?" asked Osterhaut. Jowett nodded: "Yes, that's it, and Mr. Dennis Doane ain't careful; that's the trouble.
What is more, he is backed up by Napoleon himself in Lowe's personal interviews with him, and more particularly by his letters to the Governor to say nothing of the substantial backing he gets from Las Cases, Montholon, Marchand, and Gourgaud that shameless, jealous, lachrymose traitor to his great benefactor.
Napoleon's old friends and followers, the two Bertrands, Gourgaud, Emanuel Las Cases, "companions in exile, or sons of the companions in exile of the prisoner of the infame Hudson," says a French writer, were passengers on board the frigate. Marchand, Denis, Pierret, Novaret, his old and faithful servants, were likewise in the vessel.
Arnott on the merits of Marlborough, whose Campaigns he desired him to present to the 20th Regiment, learning that they did not, possess a copy in their library. On the 15th of April Napoleon's doors were closed to all but Montholon and Marchand, and it appeared that he had been making his Will. On the 19th he was better, was free from pain, sat up, and ate a little.
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