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Look yonder, where he landed and lit out." The merest fraction of a note from the horn brought the two free dogs to their master, and before he could lift Dandy over the fence Charmer was on the trail. She threw her head high and for the first time filled the resounding timber with the music of her bay. Chester," murmured Mlle. Chapdelaine, and once more he ceased to read. Mme.
Madame Chapdelaine, partly in pity and partly for the honour of farming, let fall a few encouraging words: "It is something of a struggle at the beginning-if you are not used to it; but when your land is in better order you will see that life becomes easier." "It is a queer thing," said Conrad Neron, "how every man finds it equally hard to rest content.
On such days as these the men scarcely left the house except to care for the beasts, and came back on the run, their faces rasped with the cold and shining-wet with snow-crystals melted by the heat of the house. Chapdelaine would pluck the icicles from his moustache, slowly draw off his sheepskin-lined coat and settle himself by the stove with a satisfied sigh. "The pump is not frozen?" he asks.
Those living sheltered lives take quick alarm when the mechanism of one of their number goes wrong, but people who wrestle with the earth for a living feel little surprise if their labours are too much for them now and then, and the body gives way in some fibre. While father and children supped, Madame Chapdelaine sat very still in her chair beside the stove.
Many generations ago a Chapdelaine cherished a long feud with a neighbour who bore these names, and had forthwith bestowed them upon an old, tired, lame horse of his, that he might give himself the pleasure every day when passing the enemy's house of calling out very loudly: "Charles Eugene, ill-favoured beast that you are! Wretched, badly brought up creature! Get along, Charles Eugene!"
The Frenchmen, only a few months in the country, apparently felt a like curiosity, for they listened, and spoke but little. Samuel Chapdelaine, who was meeting them for the first time, deemed himself called upon to put them through a catechism in the ingenuous Canadian fashion. "So you have come here to till the land. How do you like Canada?"
But he only laughed and told them that he was used to the woods and that a little difficulty was not going to frighten him, because he was bound to get to the upper side of the lake for the holidays, and that where the Indians were able to cross he could make the crossing too. Only you know it very well, Mr. Chapdelaine when the Indians take that journey it is in company, and with their dogs.
She was the only one in a hurry except Mingo. He was trying to see her, but she was hiding from him behind grandpère; yet not from the auctioneer. The auctioneer stopped. "'Who authorized you to bid here? he asked her. "'Nobody, sir; I's free. She held up her paper. "Grandpère nodded to the auctioneer. "'Will Mr. Chapdelaine please read it out? "He read it out, signature and all.
"The doctor has Charles Eugene at Honfleur." Chapdelaine clenched his fist in wrath and swore through his teeth: "The old rascal!" Eutrope thought a moment before speaking. "It makes no difference. I will go just the same. If I walk to Honfleur, I shall easily find someone there who will lend me a horse and sleigh Racicot, or perhaps old Neron." "It is thirty-five miles from here to St.
Samuel Chapdelaine was sleeping; but in this repose beside the dead was nothing unseemly or wanting in respect; chin fallen on his breast, bands lying open on his knees, he seemed to be plunged into the very depths of sorrow or striving to relinquish life that he might follow the departed a little way into the shades. Again Maria asked herself: "Why stay here, to toil and suffer thus?
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