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We do not require it for health, neither do we for sickness. Let us throw it away, my friends; it is a dangerous and deceitful foe." "Mais, monsieur," interposed Gibault with a rueful countenance; "you speak de trooth; but though hims be dangereux an' ver' bad for drink oftin, yet ven it be cold vedder, it doo varm de cokils of de hart!" Big Waller laughed vociferously at this.
The print was eleven inches long, exclusive of the claws, and seven inches broad. While March was busily engaged in examining it, Black Gibault came panting up the hill with a huge pack on his back. "Ho! March, me garcon, vat you be find la?" cried the Canadian, throwing down his pack and advancing. "A bar, Gibault; Caleb himself. A regular big un, too. Just look here."
But he was an amiable goose; therefore men forgave his follies. Had Gibault not been a goose he never would have set off alone in pursuit of a grisly bear when he had comrades who might have accompanied him.
General Jackson was a boy at the Waxhaws and dug his toes in the red mud. He was a man at Jonesboro, and tradition says that he fought with a fence-rail. Sevier was captured as narrated. Monsieur Gratiot, Monsieur Vigo, and Father Gibault lost the money which they gave to Clark and their country.
While this was going on, the trappers were bounding to the succour of their comrades. Bounce and Gibault were the only two who kept together. These made for the spot where the canoe had been left, but the latter outran the former so quickly that he was soon lost to view ahead of him. In a few minutes Bounce gained the bank of the stream, and seized the end of the canoe.
Bounce paused abruptly, for at that moment his eye fell on the "'xtraor'nary feller" in question. He was seated quietly on a large stone, not many yards distant, with book on knee and pencil in hand, making a rapid sketch of the party and the surrounding scene! "Wot is he?" inquired Bounce of Gibault in a whisper.
I was bid by Colonel Clark to sit down and dine with them on the good things which Monsieur Rocheblave's cook had prepared. Colonel Clark plied the priest with questions of the French towns under English rule: and Father Gibault, speaking for his simple people, said that the English had led them easily to believe that the Kentuckians were cutthroats.
They drew near to the spot where Clark stood, talking to the captains, and halted expectantly. "What is it, my friends?" asked the Colonel. The priest came forward and bowed gravely. "I am Pere Gibault, sir," he said, "cure of Kaskaskia." He paused, surveying our commander with a clear eye. "There is something that still troubles the good citizens." "And what is that, sir?" said Clark.
See also Billon, 484, for an interesting account of the adventures of Gratiot, who afterwards, under American rule, built up a great fur business, and drove a flourishing trade with Europe, as well as the towns of the American seaboard. State Department MSS., No. 48, p. 25. A petition concerning a case in point, affecting the Priest Gibault.
"Most extonishin'!" exclaimed Gibault, who sat open-mouthed and open-eyed listening to this account of the Wild Man of the West. For some time the party round the camp fire sat smoking in silence, ruminating on what had been said. Then Big Waller broke the silence with one of his abrupt questions "But, I say, stranger, how did you come here?" Bertram looked up without speaking.
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