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Updated: May 6, 2025
"Those who know Le Borgne Basque cannot believe his fears, either of saints or demons, to be other than assumed." No ghost could have startled the Seneschal of the Chateau Norbelle as much as this sobriquet.
"The Indians thought the white-men spies from the Little White Sticks," he explained in the mellow, rhythmic tones of the redman. "The Indians were in war council. The Indians are friends of the French." "Look out for him, Godefroy," said I. "If the French are friends to the Indians, let the white-men come to battle against the Little White Sticks," added Le Borgne. "Tell him no!
"What you come for?" slowly snarled Le Borgne through set teeth. "To bring back your wounded and for furs, you fool," cried Godefroy, "and if you don't call your braves off, you can sell no more pelts to the French." Le Borgne gabbled out something that drove the braves back. "We have no furs yet," said he.
Outside of the Rigolets we entered an arm of the Gulf of Mexico, called Lake Borgne, the shores of which were desolate, and formed extensive marshes cut up by creeks and bayous into many small islands. As it was late in the day, we ran our two boats into a bayou near the mouth of the Rigolets, and prepared, under the most trying circumstances, to rest for the night.
This was what the Indian was saying as Godefroy muttered it over to me: "Were the Indians fools and dogs to throw away two fish for the sake of one? The French were friends of the Indians. Let the Indians find out what the French would give them for killing the English. He, Le Borgne, the one-eyed, was brave. He would go to the Frenchman's fort and spy out how strong they were.
He lied his way through thick and thin as we traders used to say till that lying habit of his sewed him up in a net of his own weaving like a grub in a cocoon. Godefroy was giving a hand to bind up my gashed palm when something grunted a "huff-huff" beside us. Le Borgne was there with a queer look on his inscrutable face.
Rene d'Amours had an extensive trade with the Indians, he was unmarried and lived the life of a typical "coureur de bois." He married Jeanne le Borgne, and their son Alexander was baptized at Port Royal in 1702 by a Recollet missionary. The grants of Louis d'Amours at Richibucto, and of Mathieu and Rene on the St.
I was too dumfounded for words. Then a suspicion flashed to my mind. "Who sent Le Borgne for us in the storm, Hortense?" "Oh," says Hortense, "that was nothing! Monsieur pretended that he thought you were caribou. He wanted to shoot. Oh," she said, "oh, how I have hated him! To think to think that he would shoot when you helped us in Boston!"
He had already set his mind on joining le Borgne Basque, and leaving the service which his own envious service rendered galling; and the panic excited in his mind by Gaston's illness determined him to depart without loss of time, or listening to the representations which he could not answer.
Some believed that the higher you build your levee, the higher the river's bottom will rise; and that consequently the levee system is a mistake. Some believed in the scheme to relieve the river, in flood-time, by turning its surplus waters off into Lake Borgne, etc. Some believed in the scheme of northern lake-reservoirs to replenish the Mississippi in low-water seasons.
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