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The steersman swung the prow around and on they went up the Wolverine without a pause in the sweep of the paddles or the swing of the song: "Rouli roulant, ma boulé, roulant, En roulant, ma boulé, roulant, En roulant, ma bo-u-lé." "French half-breeds," guessed Kendrick when the singing modulated in distance, "and they're heading for the lumber camp. What do you make out of that?"
It was not considered worth while even to watch him. Should he escape, unarmed as he was, sure death by starvation awaited him in the land of dread. As he entered the settlement he struck up an air. "Le fils du roi s'en va chassant, En roulant ma boule, Avec son grand fusil d'argent, Rouli roulant, ma boule roulant."
He suddenly interrupted himself, and his voice rolled out in a wild chant that rocked the cabin. "The wind is fresh, the wind is free, En roulant ma boule! The wind is fresh my love waits me, Rouli, roulant, ma boule roulant! Behind our house a spring you see, In it three ducks swim merrily, And hunting, the Prince's son went he, With a silver gun right fair to see " David was conscious that St.
The canoe had now caught its speed. Conjuror's House was dropping astern. The rhythm of the song quickened as the singers told of how the king's son had aimed at the black duck but killed the white. "Ah fils du roi, tu es mèchant, En roulant ma boule, Toutes les plumes s'en vont au vent, Rouli roulant, ma boule roulant." "Way wik! way wik!" commanded Me-en-gan, sharply, from the bow.
He could hear Dick's clear tenor from the bow. "Here, confound it! Quit it, I say!" he said aloud savagely. "En roulant ma boule roulant," in a clear strong voice came the old song from around the bend. The doctor almost dropped his paddle into the stream. "Heavens above!" he muttered. "What's that? Who's that?" "Visa la noir, tua le blanc, Rouli roulant, ma boule roulant," sang the voice.
The canoe had now caught its speed. Conjuror's House was dropping astern. The rhythm of the song quickened as the singers told of how the king's son had aimed at the black duck but killed the white. "Ah fils du roi, tu es mechant, En roulant ma boule, Toutes les plumes s'en vont au vent, Rouli roulant, ma boule roulant." "Way wik! way wik!" commanded Me-en-gan, sharply, from the bow.
It was not considered worth while even to watch him. Should he escape, unarmed as he was, sure death by starvation awaited him in the land of dread. As he entered the settlement he struck up an air. "Le fils du roi s'en va chassant, En roulant ma boule, Avec son grand fusil d'argent, Rouli roulant, ma boule roulant."
"My snow-white drake, my love, my King, The crimson life-blood stains his wing. "His golden bill sinks on his breast, His plumes go floating east and west "En roulant ma boule: Rouli, roulant, ma boule roulant, En roulant ma boule roulant, En roulant ma boule!" As she finished the song we rounded an angle in the Whi-Whi.
Impulsively she raised her face to his, her eyes shining. "To me all this is very fine," said she. He smiled a little sadly. "At least you know why I came." "Yes," she repeated, "I know why you came. But you are in trouble." "The chances of war." "And they have defeated you after all." "I shall start on la Longue Traverse singing 'Rouli roulant. It's a small defeat, that."
"The chances of war." "And they have defeated you after all." "I shall start on la Longue Traverse singing 'Rouli roulant. It's a small defeat, that. "Listen," said she, rapidly. "When I was quite a small girl Mr. McTavish, of Rupert's House, gave me a little rifle. I have never used it, because I do not care to shoot.
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