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Beyond the wharves was an elm-arched village street, and above the verdure rose the white cupola of the house of some prosperous sea-captain of bygone times. Honora had not wished to go ashore. First he had begged, and then he had laughed as he had leaped into the launch. She lay in a chaise longue, watching it swinging idly at the dock. The night before he had written letters and telegrams.
The dangers of wilderness travel are many: he succumbs to them. That is the whole story. Nothing definite is known; no instances can be proved; your father denies the legend and calls it a myth. The Company claims to be ignorant of it, perhaps its greater officers really are, but the legend holds so good that the journey has its name la Longue Traverse.
Here at least are forests so that you can keep warm. This is not so dreadful as the Coppermine, and the country of the Yellow Knives. Did you come here to try la Longue Traverse of which you spoke to-day?" He fell suddenly sombre, biting in reflection at his lip. "No yes why not?" he said, at length. "I know you will come out of it safely," said she; "I feel it. You are brave and used to travel.
"At least she thinks so," flashed over her, as Mrs. Warrington rose, and left the room, watchfully guided by Floretta to the next process in her course in beautification. Constance sank back luxuriously on the cushions of her chaise longue.
Sitting down beside the chaise longue, she entered briskly upon a description of the recent experiences of Samuel. When she left the hospital the house surgeon was obediently endeavoring to look down the throat of Hullen R. J., and every nurse on Samuel's floor was scuttering in and out of his room.
Me-en-gan glided into the room. Galen Albret at once addressed him in the Ojibway language, gaining control of himself as he went on. "Listen to me well," he commanded. "You shall make a count of all rifles in this place at once. Let no one furnish this man with food or arms. You know the story of la Longue Traverse. This man shall take it. So inform my people, I, the Factor, decree it so.
"But remember this, no man is to blame unless it is he who of knowledge takes the chances. It is a policy, a growth of centuries, an idea unchangeable to which the long services of many fierce and loyal men have given substance. A Factor cannot change it. If he did, the thing would be outside of nature, something not to be understood. "I am here. I am to take la Longue Traverse.
Better try la Longue Traverse than take advantage of her pity she'd surely get into trouble. What wonderful eyes she has. She thinks I am a brute how she sobbed, as though her little heart had broken. Well, it was the only way to destroy her interest in me. I had to do it. Now she will despise me and forget me.
The wives of Louis and Mathieu d'Amours were sisters, Marguerite and Louise Guyon of Quebec. To Rene d'Amours, sieur de Clignancourt, was granted a seigniory extending from the Indian village of Medoctec to the "longue sault." The longue sault was probably the Meductic rapids twelve miles below the village of Medoctec, although it may have been the Grand Falls eighty miles above.
"Well!" exclaimed the doctor triumphantly, as he glanced around his splendid rooms, and threw himself into a chaise longue then a new luxury "well, it is certainly a charming feeling to be entirely out of debt." "And yet," said his wife, "it would not be wise to confess it in our circle." "Why?" inquired Charles. "Because it would prove that we had been in it," answered the lady.
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