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"She is shivering with the cold and looks blue as a midwinter icicle. She must have some tea to warm her up. Stir a fire, Loudac." Jeanne sat trembling and the tears ran down her cheeks. In a moment there was a fragrant blaze of pine boughs, and a kettle swung over them. "A little brandy would be better," said the man. Now that the strain was over Jeanne felt as if all her strength had given way.
Loudac was in a town called Paris, when he was a little boy, and it is like a place reared by fairy hands." "Oh, yes, Madame, it is a wonderful city. I have read about it and seen pictures," said Jeanne, eagerly. "There are books and pictures up at the great house. And here comes Loudac." "Ha! my bright Morning Star, you look the better for a night's sleep.
Loudac and the dame were overjoyed to see her again. The good dame shook her head knowingly. "The Sieur will not keep her long," she said. Old Detroit rose very slowly from its ashes. In August Governor Hull arrived and found no home awaiting him, but had to go some distance to a farm house for lodgings. He brought with him many eastern ideas.
No, Jeanne did not know where that was. But there were plenty of blue-eyed people in Detroit. She ran down the steps in the light of the young crescent moon, and rubbed her arm a little where the fingers had almost made a dent. The next day the "Return" touched at the island. It was not at all out of her way, and the captain and Loudac were warm friends.
But all goes on here just the same. Loudac has things well in hand." "I would like to return to Detroit," ventured Jeanne, timidly, glancing up with beseeching eyes. "That thou shalt, ma petite. There will be boats going down before cold weather. The winter comes early here, and yet it is not so cold as one would think, with plenty of furs and fire." "And the the queen " hesitatingly.
But look you, both of them came from France and there is no mixed blood in them. Rough as Loudac seems his mother was of gentle birth, and he can read and write not only French but English, and is a judge of fine furs and understands business. He is shrewd to know people as well," and she gave a satisfied smile. "The White Chief is away " "He has gone up to Michilimackinac, perhaps to Hudson Bay.
Loudac and the dame were effusive enough to make amends. The "Return" was larger but not as jaunty as the "Flying Star," and it smelled strongly of salt fish. But Jeanne stepped joyously aboard was she not going to La Belle Detroit? All her pulses thrilled with anticipation. Home! How sweet a word it was!
They could talk bad French," and she smiled. "And Chippewa, that I can understand quite well." "Were your relatives in Detroit rich people?" "Oh, no, I have none." Then Jeanne related her simple story. "Strange! strange!" Loudac stroked his beard and drew his bushy eyebrows together. "There could have been no thought of ransom.
"I will not come in, good Loudac. It is a long way back and my mistress may need me. Here is the maid," and he gave Jeanne a gentle push. "From Detroit?" The interlocutor was a stout Canadian and seemed gigantic to Jeanne. "And 'scaped from the Indians. Lucky they did not spell, it with another letter and leave no top to thy head. Wanita, lad, thou hadst better come in and have a sup of wine.
There is the great hope at the end," and she gave an exquisite smile. "But Miladi how can I get back to Detroit?" "Must thou go?" endearingly. "If there are no parents " "But there is my poor Pani! And Detroit that I am so familiar with. Then I dare say they are all wondering." "Loudac will tell us when he comes back." Loudac had a budget of news.
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