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Updated: June 4, 2025
"Adjieu," said the young centaur; and Sosthène replied from the creaking calèche, "Adjieu, 'Thanase," while the rider bestowed his rustic smile upon the group. Madame Sosthène's eyes met his, and her lips moved in an inaudible greeting; but the eyes of her little daughter were in her lap. Bonaventure's gaze was hostile.
One would have supposed an ambitious chap like him would have spent his first earnings, as other ambitious ones did, for a saddle; but 'Thanase Beausoleil had bought a fiddle. He had hardly got it before he knew how to play it. Yet, to the father's most welcome surprise, he remained just as bold a rider and as skilful a thrower of the arriatte as ever.
Be they much or little, they are complete in themselves, and it makes comparatively little difference into what sort of a world you drop them." "'Thanase, for instance," said the ex-governor. "Yes, you might say 'Thanase; but never Bonaventure.
The youth's returned comrades were all back at their ploughs again and among their herds. 'Thanase would be along by and by, they said; he could not come with them, for he had not been paroled with them; he had been missing taken prisoner, no doubt in the very last fight. But presently they who had been prisoners were home also, and still 'Thanase had not come.
By and by, as first the land of the Acadians and then the land of the Creoles was left behind, a man every now and then would smile and shake his head to mean he did not understand for the question was in French. But then very soon it began to be in English too, and by and by not in French at all. "Sir, have you seen anywhere, coming back from the war, a young man named 'Thanase Beausoleil?"
"I cannot sleep," murmured the lad, noiselessly moving near. The priest stroked the lad's brow. "Have you not been asleep at all?" "Yes." "But you have had bad dreams that woke you?" "Only one." "And what was that?" There was a silence. "Did you dream about 'Thanase, for example?" "Yes." The priest reached out and took the boy's small, slender hands in his. They were moist and cold.
'Thanase is a good, vigorous, faithful, gentle animal, that knows how to graze and lie in the shade and get up and graze again. But you it is not in you to know how poor a Madame Bonaventure she would have been; not now merely, but poorer and poorer as the years go by. "And so I say, do not go away.
When in his new home the curé from time to time stole glances at his face fixed in unconscious revery, it was full of a grim, unhappy satisfaction. "Self is winning, or dying hard. I wish no ill to 'Thanase; but if there is to be any bad news of him, I hope, for the sake of this boy's soul, it will come quickly." So spoke the curé alone, to his cards.
Day after day, in group after group, without shouting and without banners, with wounds and scars and tattered garments, some on horses, but many more on foot, the loved ones the spared ones, remnants of this command and that command and 'Thanase's command came home. But day by day brought no 'Thanase. Bonaventure began to wish for him anxiously.
His jests came thick and fast, and some were hard and personal, and some were barbed with truth, and one, at length, ended in the word "deserter." The victim grew instantly fierce and red, leaped up crying "Liar," and was knocked backward to the ground by the long-reaching fist of 'Thanase. He rose again and dashed at his assailant.
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