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His countenance was mild, but Robert felt that his gaze was searching. "And this, Captain Langlade," he said, "is the youth of whom you were speaking?" So the Owl had been made a captain, and the promotion had been one of his rewards. Robert was not sorry. "It is the one, sir," replied Langlade, "young Monsieur Robert Lennox.
Their bodies were smeared with blood, which could be seen through the dusk; and while searching they told Monsieur Langlade how many Englishmen they had killed and the number of scalps they had taken. Not finding any one, they went away and the door was again locked. Henry crept out of hiding.
Whatever may have been the conduct of the Canadian militia, the French officers behaved with the utmost courage, and shared with the Indians the honors of the victory. The partisan chief Charles Langlade seems also to have been especially prominent.
Will you try again?" Langlade pressed his lips together, and without replying, picked up his foil. I saw him measure Allen with his eye, and then they engaged a second time. For a few moments, Allen contented himself with standing on the defensive, parrying Langlade's savage thrusts with a coolness which nothing could shake and an art that was consummate.
I questioned, looking out over the camp as though little interested in the answer. "Can you doubt?" asked Langlade. "Allen returned to England without a scratch, and his opponent was carried back to Paris with a sword-thrust through his heart, and buried beside his royal relatives at Saint Denis. I pity any man who is called upon to face him. He has need to be a master."
Charles Langlade, a young French trader married to a squaw at Green Bay, and strong in influence with the tribes of that region, came down the lakes from Michillimackinac with a fleet of canoes manned by two hundred and fifty Ottawa and Ojibwa warriors; stopped a while at Detroit; then embarked again, paddled up the Maumee to Raymond's fort at the portage, and led his greased and painted rabble through the forest to attack the Demoiselle and his English friends.
It's Charles Langlade, a young Frenchman who was a trader before the war. I've seen him more than once. He's mighty shrewd and alert, uncommon popular among the western Indians, who consider him as one of them because he married a good looking young Indian woman at Green Bay, and a great forester and wilderness fighter.
I will send to you from Montreal five golden louis for him." Langlade shook his head. "Ten golden louis," said Father Drouillard. "Nay, Father, it is no use," said the partisan. "I cannot be tempted to exchange him for money." "Fifteen golden louis, Charles Langlade, though I may have to borrow from the funds of the Church to send them to you." "I respect your motive, Father, but 'tis impossible.
An unwholesome chill lays a clammy cloak over your shoulders. Few carriages drive past. There are sinister places here, especially the Rue de Langlade, the entrance to the Passage Saint-Guillaume, and the turnings of some streets. The municipal council has not yet been to purge this vast lazar-place, for prostitution long since made it its headquarters.
"I hear," continued Montcalm, with a slight smile, "that you have not suffered in Captain Langlade's village, and that you have adapted yourself well to wild life." "I've had much experience with the wilderness," said Robert. "Most of my years have been passed there, and it was easy for me to live as Captain Langlade lived.
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