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Taking the lead in the bitter journey, through swamps and snows, threading the tangled forests, climbing cliffs, and fording half-frozen creeks, day after day the heroic woman pushed her faint-hearted husband on, feeding him from her own little store of ember-baked cakes, and eating almost nothing herself till they were more than half way to Sertigan on the Chaudiere river, toward Quebec.
He must have had a wonderful run of luck all at once. The last we heard from him, his men had mutinied and were about to disband." "That was because they were starving." "And have they been filled, forsooth?" "They have, sir." "By whom?" "By our own people at Sertigan and further along the Chaudière." "But horses? They are known to have lost them all in the wilderness." "They have been replaced."
We ate roots raw which we had to dig out of the sand on the river bank. We killed all our dogs for food. We washed our moose-skin moccasins, scraped away the dirt and sand, boiled them in the kettle and drank the mucilage which they produced. When the first flour and cattle reached us from Sertigan, the most of us had been forty-eight hours without eating.
For seventy miles falls and rapids succeeded each other, until at length, by a providential escape, the party reached Sertigan, the first French outpost." "Saved!" exclaimed Zulma. "And how were they treated there?" asked Sieur Sarpy with much curiosity. "As friends.
They had a notion that it was or would be submerged somewhere among the cascades of the Kennebec, or, at least, that it would never succeed in penetrating so far as the frontier at Sertigan.
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