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You have observed this, no doubt, in travelling down the river; and such was the case in the old Spanish settlements on the Gila." "But why were these abandoned?" I inquired, never having heard any reason assigned for the desertion of these once flourishing colonies. "Why!" echoed Seguin, with a peculiar energy; "why!
After leaving the Pont-viaduc du Point-du-Jour, the Ile de Billancourt is seen on the left. After the Pont de Billancourt, the steamer passes between the Iles de Billancourt and Seguin to Bas Meudon. The Papal Palace at Avignon By Charles Dickens
The reader knows my friend Navarre, but I must now introduce him to another of the cronies of my youth, the Père Séguin, the thoughts of whom revive all the sweet recollections of my home when my family lived in the ancient and picturesque Vezelay. Séguin's "form and feature" are as well impressed upon my memory as those even of Navarre. Could any one forget him?
This time it was Seguin himself who asked Mathieu to purchase a fresh part of the estate, pressing him even to take all that was left of it, woods and moorland extending over some five hundred acres.
"If it rains two hours, do 'ee see," continued Rube, without paying attention to the last interrogatory, "we needn't stay hyur, do 'ee see?" "Why not, Rube?" inquired Seguin, with interest. "Why, cap," replied the guide, "I've seed a skift o' a shower make this hyur crick that 'ee wudn't care to wade it. Hooray! it ur a-comin', sure enuf! Hooray!"
To this article of his creed I offered no objection, but I own my heart shrunk within me when I observed that he took the direct road to the burial-ground. "Père Séguin," said I, "we need go no further; the turf in this lane is capital; we shall find all we want here without a longer walk."
"Good as wheat!" and numerous other exclamations, hailed this declaration. "Some of you know my object in making this expedition. Others do not. I will declare it to you all. It is, then, to " "Git a grist of scalps; what else?" cried a rough, brutal-looking fellow, interrupting the chief. "No, Kirker!" replied Seguin, bending his eye upon the man, with an expression of anger. "It is not that.
If that is true, no men-at-arms are needed; God's pleasure can drive the English out of the land. 'In God's name, said the Maid, 'the men-at-arms will fight, and God will give the victory. Then came the learned Seguin; 'a right sour man was he, said those who knew him. Seguin was a Limousin, and the Limousins spoke in a queer accent at which the other French were always laughing.
Still it was far from being dark, for I could see to a considerable distance through the fog. "Perhaps the day is breaking," thought I, and I turned my face to the east. It was as I had guessed: the eastern sky was streaked with light; it was morning. I knew it was the intention of Seguin to start early, and I was about summoning resolution to raise myself when voices broke on my ear.
He, Seguin, while showing all politeness to his guests, seemed that day to be in an execrable temper. Again and again he levelled annoying and even galling remarks at his wife, carrying things to such a point at times that tears came to the unfortunate woman's eyes. Now that he scarcely set foot in the house he complained that everything was going wrong there.
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