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The fall it will be his; and though I strive and strain, One blow will close my eyes, and I shall never waken." "Good enough for Ba'tiste," said Duclosse the mealman. The wave of feeling was now altogether with Francois, and presently he walked away with Jeanne Marchand and her mother, and the crowd dispersed.
If Ba'tiste dwelt at Cumberland, I Would begin to hear his name mentioned 200 miles from that place, and his fame would still be talked of 200 miles beyond it.
The cook bustled back into the house, to return with a sealed envelope addressed to Houston. He slit it with a trembling finger. "What she say?" Ba'tiste was leaning from the buggy. Houston took his place beside him, and as the horse was turned back toward the trapper's cabin, read aloud: "Dearest Barry: "Hate awfully to run away like this without seeing you, but it can't be helped.
He drew his hand from its place of concealment, displaying a big thumb measuring upon a small ruler. "See? Eet is an inch and a quarter. Too thick." "I know that much at least. Lumber should be cut at the mill an inch and an eighth thick to allow for shrinkage to an inch but not an inch and a quarter." "Bon!" Ba'tiste grinned. "Eet make a difference on a big log.
Ba'tiste broke in excitedly. "By to-morrow morning, ever' snowshed, he will be bank-full of snow. The track, he will be four inches in ice. Six week this country, he can not stand it! Tell him so on the telegraph! Tell him the cattle, he will starve! Peuff! No longer do I think of our machinery! Eef it is los' we are los'. But let eet go. Say to heem nothing of that.
No matter what may happen, no matter what you may think personally, there is one man who trusts me as much as you have trusted me, and whom I shall trust in return. That man is Ba'tiste Renaud, my friend. I hope you can find a friend in him too; but if you can't, please, for me, never mention it." "Why, of course not, Barry." She laughed in an embarrassed manner and drew away from him.
At first she felt embarrassed, a little she felt as if she were entertaining a large dinner-party, and most of them strangers. But Pennington, her unfailing comfort, was at one side of her, and the friendly, if inarticulate, Ba'tiste at the other; and presently she was chattering on, and liking it very much. None of the men had seen much of women for a long time.
The foreman looked up caustically. "I've told you about ten times," he answered, addressing himself to Ba'tiste. "We're building a connection on our flume." "Our flume?" Houston gasped the words. "Where do you get that 'our' idea? I own this flume and this lake and this flume site " "If your name's Houston, I guess you do," came the answer.
And there is alway' " he gestured profoundly "the future. He is like a woman, the future," he added, with a little smile. "He always look good when he is in the far away." The enthusiasm of the trapper found a faint echo in Houston's heart. "I'm not whipped yet, Ba'tiste. But I'm near it. I've had some pretty hard knocks." "Ah, oui! But so have Ba'teese!"
But he go. Ba'teese want him to go. Julienne, she say nothing she cry at night. But she want him to go too. Medaine, she tell funny stories about her age and she go too. It was lonely. Ba'teese was big. Ba'teese was strong. And Julienne say to him, 'You too you go. You may save a life. And Ba'teese went." "To France?" Ba'tiste bowed his head. "Long time Ba'teese look for his Pierre.
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