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In time the little river broadened and flattened out into wide, shallow expanses, the waters known as the Lakes of the Foxes; and beyond that it became yet more shallow and uncertain, winding among quaking bogs and unknown marshes; yet still, whether by patience, or by cheerfulness, or by determination, the craft stood on and on, and so reached that end of the waterway which, in the opinion of the more experienced Du Mesne, must surely be the place known among the Indian tribes as the "Place for the carrying of boats."
The oath described is the oath of allegiance, combined with the act of homage, and obtained from all landowners whoever their feudal lord might be. It is a measure of precaution taken against the disintegrating power of feudalism, providing a direct tie between the sovereign and all freeholders which no inferior relations existing between them and the mesne lords would justify them in breaking."
"Oh, as to that 'twould be but the old story of the voyageurs," said Joncaire. "They are used enough to journeying a thousand miles or so, to find the trail end in a heap of ashes, and to the tune of a scalp dance. Fear not for your lieutenant, for, believe me, he has fended for himself if there has been need. Yet I would warrant you, now that this word for the peace has gone out, we shall see your friend Du Mesne as big as life at the Mountain next summer, knowing as much of your history as you yourself do, and quite counting upon meeting you with us on the St. Lawrence, and madame as well. As to that, methinks madame will be better with us on the St. Lawrence than on the savage Messasebe. We have none too many dames among us, and I need not state, what monsieur's eyes have told him every morning that a fairer never set foot from ship from over seas. Witness my lieutenant yonder, Raoul de Ligny! He is thus soon all devotion! Mother of God! but we are well met here, in this wilderness, among the savages. Voil
"Have done thy jests, Wilson," cried Pembroke. "Mayhap there is somewhat to be learned here of this New World and of our dear cousins, the French. Go on, tell us, Monsieur du Mesne as I think you call yourself, sir? tell us more of your new country of ice and snow, of princesses and little shoes." The original speaker went a bit sullen, what with his wine and the jests of his companions.
'Tis a good place for a sentinel to keep the crows from picking yet more bones than these which will embarrass you in your hoeing, Jean Breboeuf." "He says the Richelieu, Du Mesne," broke in John Law, musingly. "Very far away it sounds. I wonder if we shall ever see it again, with its little narrow farms.
He trusted, he said, that when Sir Robert should be satisfied of the existence and identity of the deed, he would stop his present proceedings for the recovery of the mesne rents, and that he would, without obliging his father to have farther recourse to law, restore to him the Percy estate. To this letter no answer was received for some time. At length Mr.
Now, it is necessary that we make a pause and build some place for our abode. Here is a post already half builded to our hands." "But if the savages return?" said Du Mesne. "Then we will fight," said John Law. "And right you are," replied Du Mesne. "Your reasoning is correct. I vote that we build here our station." "Myself also," said Tête Gris. And Pierre Noir nodded his assent in silence. "Ola!
They tell me that our comrade, Greysolon du L'hut, is expected in to-morrow with a party from the far end of Superior. Come, let us have the news." "Tous les printemps, Tant des nouvelles," hummed Du Mesne, as he flung his arm above the shoulder of the other; and the two so disappeared adown the beach.
"Tous les amants Changent des maîtresses. Jamais le bon vin n'endort L'amour me réveille!" "The best is before us now, Monsieur L'as," said Du Mesne, joining Law, at length.
And whether we get back or not, 'tis another tale." "Oh, I make no doubt we shall win back if need be," replied Du Mesne. "'Tis said the savages know the ways by the Divine River of the Illini to the foot of Michiganon; and that, perhaps, might be our best way back to the Lakes and to the Mountain with our beaver.
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