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Updated: June 6, 2025
But Ben's head rolled drunkenly and he slid down in sodden sleep. Again the fort door opened with the rush of frost clouds, and in the midst of the white vapour hesitated three men. The door softly closed, and Le Borgne stole forward. "White-man promise no hurt good Indian?" he asked. "The white-man is Le Borgne's friend," assured Groseillers, "but who are these?"
'PARMI LES AVEUGLES UN BORGNE EST ROI, says the French proverb; and the cavalry, which consisted chiefly of Lowland gentlemen, their tenants and servants, formed a high opinion of Waverley's skill, and a great attachment to his person.
The Judas Iscariot, and he's left us to die so that he may steal the furs!" "Hold quiet!" ordered M. Radisson. "Look, you rantipole who is that?" 'Twas Le Borgne, the one-eyed, emerging from the gloom of the snow like a ghost. By signs and Indian words the fellow offered to guide us back to our Habitation. We reached the fort that night, Le Borgne flitting away like a shadow, as he had come.
That will give the look that we are safe to lie here some time which is the last thing the Belle Helène really would do, or will do. They think we've run past the city already, and they'll be watching at Quarantine, and along the Lake Borgne Canal. Most of the yachts go out that way, headed for Florida. We'll go the other way.
All were smoking their long-stemmed pipes and listening to the medicine-man, or seer, who was crooning his low-toned chant. The air was black with smoke. Always audacious, Godefroy, the trader, advanced boldly and sat down in the circle. I kept back in shadow, for directly behind the Indian wizard was a figure lying face downward, chin resting in hand, which somehow reminded me of Le Borgne.
A red form with averted face raced round the lodge wall to gain the door. Then Godefroy and I were standing weapons in hand, with the band of infuriated braves brandishing tomahawks about our heads. Le Borgne broke through the circle and confronted us with his face agleam. "Le Borgne, you rascal, is this a way to treat your friends?" I demanded.
Then I waked. Though I peopled the mist with many shadows, Le Borgne alone stood there. How long I lay in the pirates' cave I could not tell; for day and night were alike with the pale-blue flame quivering against the earth-wall, gusts of cold air sweeping through the door, low-whispered talks from the inner cave.
On the narrowest part of it stands New Orleans. Turning and looking back over the rear of the town, one may easily see from her steeples Lake Pontchartrain glistening away to the northern horizon, and in his fancy extend the picture to right and left till Pontchartrain is linked in the west by Pass Manchac to Lake Maurepas, and in the east by the Rigolets and Chef Menteur to Lake Borgne.
This was Le Borgne, a one-eyed old despot, of surpassing cruelty and bloodthirstiness, whose very name, even in his present position, would compel a shiver of apprehension. A chief such as he, at the head of forces matched to his ferocious desires, would have changed the history of the Upper Missouri.
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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