Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 9, 2025
They themselves put it down to the evil eye of women, who perhaps felt themselves ignored and took their revenge in this mean fashion; others thought it was a punishment from Heaven for having too fat a back. At all events this was their weak spot, and whenever the farmer felt a twinge of pain in his back he would hurry to propitiate wise Maren.
"Cannot another make the first scouting? Send me." "And me!" Frith pushed softly forward. "At the last, Ma'amselle, we are old women. We cannot let you go." "Cannot?" said Maren sharply. "Do Mr. Mowbray's men so soon forget his orders? I am good as a man, M'sieus. See!" She held up her right arm, with the fringed sleeve falling loose. The muscle sprang up magnificently.
Ditte tried hard to be solemn. "Bogie-doggie said it tomorrow!" bubbling over with mirth. No-one could get the better of her; she was bored, and just invented any nonsense that came into her head. Maren gave it up and returned to her work quietly and in deep thought. She stood crying over her herrings, with the salt tears dropping down into the pickle.
She straightened by the door, and the hand on the lintel gripped until the nails went white. "Do? Anything save sit with closed gates in safety while savages burn your factor at the stake! The Hudson's Bay brigade comes from York this very month. What easier than to meet it and get help of men and guns?" "Nay," said Laroux gently; "you do but dream, Maren."
To add to the small resentment against him which began to rankle in McElroy's heart, and which had never really left it since that evening in De Seviere when Maren Le Moyne had passed behind the cabin of the Savilles with some voyageur's tot on her shoulder and the handsome gallant from Montreal had lost his manners staring, one day in this same week a Bois-Brules came to the post gates and asked for one Maren Le Moyne.
"Somebody at Star Island may hear!" but Anethe answers with the calmness of despair, "I cannot make a sound." Maren screams herself, but the feeble sound avails nothing. "Run! run!" she cries to Anethe; but again Anethe answers, "I cannot move." Louis has left off trying to force the door; he listens. Are the women trying to escape? He goes out-of-doors.
All shall be ready in forty-eight hours." He paused a moment and presently, "Maren, maid," he said. "Yes?" "Hold you aught against me for the stand I took that day the duty I saw first?" "Against you, Prix? the truest, bravest friend I own? Nay, man, you are my staff, my hope, my courage. Would I had had your strength these heavy days." "Would to the good God you had! It shall not fail you again."
Whereat there was a stirring at the gate, and the peeping fringe drew back while the factor turned on his heel and strode away toward the factory, leaving the tall girl alone at the portal, holding her gift. There was a devilish light in the dancing eyes of Francette as she flirted away. But Maren Le Moyne walked slowly back to the cabin, wondering.
As Maren had raised her hand for the throw, from somewhere out of the darkness behind the fire a stone death-maul had hurtled, aimed at her wrist, but he who threw was sorry of sight as a drunken man, for it struck the head of McElroy instead and he sagged down against the moosehide thongs, even as the hatchet once more clicked snugly in its former cleft.
The two days that followed were heavy ones to Maren. No farther did they dare venture lest they pass to the west and miss the brigade coming down from the north and entering the lake at the northeast extremity.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking