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Updated: May 31, 2025
Some thought, or instinct perhaps, whispered me that she was not to remain in the Rue Bienville; but would be carried to the gloomy old mansion at Bringiers. I cannot tell why I thought so. Perhaps it was because I wished it so. I saw the necessity of watching the house so that she might not be taken away without my knowing it. Wherever she went I was determined to follow.
"At Bringiers," replied the lady. "My residence is a little below, but our landing is not a good one; besides, there is some freight which it would be better to put ashore at Bringiers." Here the occupant of the barouche pointed to a train of drays, loaded with barrels and boxes, that had just driven up, and halted in the rear of the carriage.
I entered the village and proceeded straight to the hotel. On my table I found a letter containing a cheque for two hundred pounds on the Bringiers bank. It was from my banking agent in New Orleans, who had received it from England. The letter also contained the information that five hundred more would reach me in a few days.
Such a carriage and such a coachman were to be seen every hour in New Orleans, and drawn by mules as often as horses. But this pair of mules, and the negro who drove them, I recognised. Yes! I recognised the equipage. I had often met it upon the Levee Road near Bringiers. It was the carriage of Monsieur Dominique!
While these reflections were passing rapidly through my mind, and despair once more taking possession of my spirits, I all at once remembered having heard that tobacco is a powerful antidote to snake-poison. Strange the idea had not occurred to me before. But, indeed, there was nothing wonderful that it did not, as up to that moment I had only thought of making my way to Bringiers.
I am more than one hundred miles from the Gulf itself that is, following the direction of the river but these great inland seas deeply penetrate the delta of the Mississippi, and through them the tidal wave approaches within a few miles of New Orleans, and still farther to the north. Sea-water might be reached through the swamps at a short distance to the rear of Bringiers.
I had but one thought and that was to reach Bringiers at the earliest possible moment. My hopes rested upon Reigart. I hastily took up my gun; and, plunging once more under the dark shadows of the cypress-trees, I hurried on with nervous strides.
Scipio's statement of what he had heard, minutely detailed, bore the internal evidence of authenticity. I could not doubt the report. I felt the conviction that it was true. The plantation Besancon had no more attractions. I had no longer any business at Bringiers. New Orleans was now the scene of action for me! With a kind word to Scipio, I wheeled my horse and galloped away from the gate.
Therefore I write it not; I shall not even present you with the journal that holds its history. I continued to live in the hotel at Bringiers. I grew rapidly stronger.
Perhaps you are not aware that I am the agent the friend in fact, the guardian of Mademoiselle Besancon and and " "Is it Mademoiselle Besancon's wish that I go to Bringiers?" "Well the truth is not exactly her wish; but you see, my dear sir, it is a delicate affair your remaining here, now that you are almost quite recovered, upon which I congratulate you and and " "Go on, sir!"
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