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Moyse Hillaret, the "Maitre Moyse" of Hennepin, was a ringleader of the deserters, and seems to have been one of those captured by La Salle near Fort Frontenac. Twelve days after, Hillaret was examined by La Salle's enemy, the Intendant; and this paper is the formal statement made by him.
"He delights to forgive: but what white has he ever loved as he loves Henri? Did he ever look upon any white as he looked upon me, when when he consented? Moyse, you remember?" "I do. But still he loves the whites as if they were born, and had lived and died, our friends, as he desires they should be. Yet more he expects and requires that all his race should love them too."
What if I were to tell you that it is not Moyse and Genifrede alone that " She stopped. "That hate the whites? I know it," replied Toussaint. "I know that if God were to smite all among us who hate His children of another race, there would be mourning in some of the brightest dwellings of our land. I thank God that no commission to smite such is given to me." Therese was silent.
At one side of the mansion was the colonnade, which engrossed the architect's attention; on the other bloomed the garden, offering temptations which none could resist least of all those who were lovers. Moyse and his Genifrede stepped first to the door which looked out upon the wilderness of flowers, and were soon lost sight of among the shrubs. Genifrede had her sketch-book in her hand.
Toussaint, with Monsieur Pascal, had arrived from Cap, where all was at present quiet, and where he had done the best he could, as he believed, by making Moyse a general, and leaving him in charge of the town and district, till a person could be found fit for the difficult and most anxious office of Governor of Cap. The two most doubtful points of the colony were Port-au-Prince and Cap Francais.
"Then you will be killed or you will be sent to France, or you will love some one else and forget me " "Forgot you! love some one else! Oh! Heaven and earth!" cried Moyse, clasping her in his arms, and putting his whole soul into the kisses he impressed on her forehead. "And what," he continued, in a voice which thrilled her heart, "what would you do if I were killed?" "I would die.
It did not, indeed, occur to her. She spoke, however: "If you had remembered, Moyse, what a coward I am, you would have done differently, and not have made me so wretched as I now am. Why did you not bid me bring the red water, without saying what it was, and what for?
Indeed, his attentions and partialities had been carried to such a length, that he was loudly blamed for entertaining more affection for them than for those of his own colour. Nor was this reproach without foundation; for, a few months before the arrival of the French, he sacrificed his own nephew, General Moyse, who had disregarded the orders he had given for the protection of the colonists.
She took the ring, but it presently dropped from her powerless hands. "You do not care for me," said Moyse, bitterly. "You are like all women. You love in fair weather, and would have us give up everything for you; and when the hurricane comes, you will fly to shelter, and shut out your lover into the storm." Genifrede was too wretched to remind her lover what was the character of his love.
"This is kind this is generous," said Moyse, looking wistfully in his uncle's face. "And now," said Toussaint, "I have to ask you to be generous to me. I need and implore your pardon, Moyse. While you were yet weak and wayward, I neglected the necessary watch over you.
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