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Updated: June 12, 2025
Here the priest interposed: "What is the name of the man in Pipi Valley to whom you are going?" And the girl replied: "Ah, father, have I not told you? It is Shon McGann of Farcalladen Rise." At this, Father Corraine seemed suddenly troubled, and he looked strangely and sadly at her.
"Father Corraine," he said, "it is my duty to search your house; but not a foot will I stretch across your threshold if you say no, and give the word that the man is not with you." "Corporal McGann," said the priest, "the woman whom I thought was dead did not die, as you shall see. There is no need for inquiry. But she will go with you to Fort Cypress.
These he said at first softly to himself, but unconsciously his voice became louder, so that the girl heard, and she said: "Father Corraine, what are those words? I do not understand them, but they sound comforting." And he, waking from his dream, changed the Latin into English, and said: "'For he hath delivered me from the snare of the hunter, and from the sharp sword.
Once, indeed, he had kicked a stableman to death. He lifted his head and caught with playful shaking lips at her ear. Hilton smiled; and so, as we said, their comradeship began. He was a new officer of the Hudson's Bay Company at Fort Guidon. She was the daughter of a ranchman. She had been educated by Father Corraine, the Jesuit missionary, Protestant though she was.
"Father Corraine," he said, "it is my duty to search your house; but not a foot will I stretch across your threshold if you say no, and give the word that the man is not with you." "Corporal McGann," said the priest, "the woman whom I thought was dead did not die, as you shall see. There is no need for inquiry. But she will go with you to Fort Cypress.
Still, it is my whim, of which, perhaps, I shall be sorry tomorrow . . . Hark!" he added, and then shrugged his shoulders and smiled. There were sounds of hoof beats coming faintly to them. Father Corraine threw open the door of the other room of the hut, and said "Go in there Pierre. We shall see . . . we shall see."
At length he said: 'I know a good priest, Father Corraine, who has a cabin sixty miles or more from here, and I'll guide you to him, if so be you can trust a half-breed and a gambler, and one men call an outlaw. If not, I'm feared it'll go hard with you; for the Cypress Hills are not easy travel, as I've known this many a year.
Suddenly Shon's look grew stern, and he was about to rise; but Father Corraine put a hand on his shoulder, and said: "Stay where you are, man on your knees. There is your place just now. Be not so quick to judge, and remember your own sins before you charge others without knowledge. Listen now to me."
It's like a baby's, me breath is, milk and honey it is aw yis; an' Father Corraine, that was doin' the trick for the love o' God, says he to me, 'Little Tim Macavoy, aw yis, little Tim Macavoy, says he, 'when are you goin' to buckle to, for the love o' God? says he.
I that laughed at the law for many a year, though never breaking it beyond repair, took your advice, Father Corraine, and here I am, holding that law now as my bosom friend at the saddle's pommel. Corporal Shon McGann, at your service." They clasped hands, and the priest said: "You have come at my call from Fort Cypress?" "Yes. But not these others.
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