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The gates being shut, Marie fled through ranks of men-at-arms to Antonia, clung to her and gave Father Jogues and Van Corlaer no time to stand aghast at the spectacle they saw.

The priest turned around on the ascent and looked toward the vanishing Indian camp. He was examining as self-indulgence his strong and gentlemanly desire not to involve Madame La Tour in further troubles by proselyting her people. "Whatever way is pointed out to me, Monsieur Corlaer," he answered, "that way I must take.

Concerning the last-named elevation, the aquiline promontory that abuts on the Hudson opposite Dunderberg, it takes title from no resemblance to the human feature, but is so named because Anthony Van Corlaer, the trumpeter, who afterwards left a reason for calling the upper boundary of Manhattan Island Spuyten Duyvil Creek, killed the first sturgeon ever eaten at the foot of this mountain.

Soft waxlight, the ample shine of the fire, trained service, and housing from the chill spring night, abundant food and flask, all failed to bring up the spirits of Van Corlaer. Antonia did not return to the table. The servingmen went and came betwixt hall and cook-house.

"Whatever errand brought you into Acadia," said Van Corlaer, turning back to the priest, "I am glad to find you here, for I shall now have your company back to Montreal." "Impossible, Monsieur Corlaer. For I have set out to plant a mission among the Abenakis. They asked for a missionary.

Thus the three detachments were alike successful, and the forts of Corlaer in the state of New York, of Salmon Falls in New Hampshire, and of Casco on the seaboard, were razed. The English avenged these reverses by capturing Port Royal.

You have no enemy to follow you into Acadia?" The flaxen head was shaken for reply. "But what brings a man from Fort Orange here?" "There be nearly a hundred men in Fort Orange," whispered Antonia. "He says," announced the Swiss, "that he is cousin and agent of the seignior they call the patroon, and his name is Van Corlaer." "Do you know him, Antonia?" "Yes." "And is he kindly disposed to you?"

"Your husband made you take an oath not to wed again, is it so?" "No, madame, he never did." "Yet you told me he left you his money?" "Yes. He was very good to me. For I had neither father nor mother." "And he bound you by no promise? "None at all, madame." "What, then, can you find to break your heart upon in the suit of Monsieur Corlaer? You are free.

This is the will of Onontio, whom you love and fear, and it is the will of the great father across the water, whom Onontio loves and fears. This talking paper says that our young men of the French colonies are no longer to go to war against Corlaer. The hatchet has been buried by the two great fathers.

"Will you sit here?" suggested Van Corlaer, taking off his cloak and making for her a cushion upon the stone. Antonia reflected that he would be chilly and therefore hold brief talk, so she made no objection, and sat down on one end of the step while he sat down on the other. They spoke Dutch: with their formal French fell away the formal phases of this meeting in Acadia.