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Updated: May 27, 2025
The scythes were long since sharpened and ready, and the five men set to work on the morning of the third day. Legare, Esdras and the father cut; Da'Be and Tit'Be followed close on their heels, raking the hay together. Toward evening all five took their forks in hand and made it into cocks, high and carefully built, lest a change of wind should bring rain. But the sunshine lasted.
The prayers he began to murmur were inaudible, but when Maria and Tit'Be came and knelt beside him he drew from a pocket his string of large heads and began to tell them in a low voice. The chaplet ended, he sat himself in silence by the table, shaking his head sadly from time to time as is seemly in the house of mourning, and because his own grief was deep and sincere.
The father and Tit'Be harnessed Charles Eugene to the wood-sleigh, and laboured at hauling in the trees that had been cut, and piling them near the house; that done, the two men took the double-handed saw and sawed, sawed, sawed from morning till night; it was then the turn of the axes, and the logs were split as their size required.
"It may be that they have some medicine for this sickness at the store; or I might talk things over with the cure, and he would tell me what to do." Before they had made up their minds night had fallen, and Tit'Be, who had been at Eutrope Gagnon's helping him to saw his firewood, came back bringing Eutrope along with him. "Eutrope has a remedy," said he.
She was happy that so many Ayes were left to be recited, since labour and difficulty could only add merit to her endeavour; even did she wish to humble herself further and give force to her prayer by some posture that would bring uneasiness and pain, by some chastening of the flesh. Her father and Tit'Be smoked, their feet against the stove; her mother sewed new ties to old moose-hide moccasins.
"I thought it was just that, from what Tit'Be told me." A motion of Chapdelaine's hand eked out his words. "She strained herself lifting a bag of flour, as she says; and now she has pains everywhere. How can we tell ..."
They both stood gazing for a time at the motionless figure under the woollen blankets, giving ear to the sounds of distress; then Tit'Be departed to his small outdoor duties. When Maria had put the house in order she took up her patient watching, and the sick woman's agonizing wails seemed to reproach her. From hour to hour she kept reckoning the times and the distances.
"Three weeks at least before they can be turned out to pasture." "A horse, three cows, a pig and the sheep, without speaking of the fowls; it takes something to feed them!" this from Tit'Be with an air of grown-up wisdom. He smoked and talked with the men now by virtue of his fourteen years, his broad shoulders and his knowledge of husbandry.
The quarters of pork went into the brine-tub; from a beam in the shed there hung the side of a fat heifer-the other half sold to people in Honfleur-which the cold would keep fresh till spring; sacks of flour were piled in a corner of the house, and Tit'Be, provided with a spool of brass wire, set himself to making nooses for hares.
Henceforth must she forget that once it had shone upon her path, and grope through the dark with faltering steps. Chapdelaine and Tit'Be were smoking in silence by the stove; the mother knitted stockings; Chien, stretched out with his head between his paws, blinked sleepily in enjoyment of the good warmth.
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