The daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1848-1851, 1850-04-19

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The Daughter of Poacher.
Translated for he Crescent from the Revue dn Nouysau
in THREE PARTS. PART I.
There are few things more truly affecting than
the romances Of the Courts Of Assizes, written bv
galley-slayes with deadly weapon, or signed with
dose Of arsenic by woman crossed in love.
Here Is one Of those romances to which is wanting
only very litte Of the usual formaitie. to figure
in the rubrc Of the tribunals instead Of nnrolIin i
self under the mantle Of fsuizgson. had ii from
an old peasant of the Marche, who gave il 70 me
for nothing during the last vacation
There is not known (said he 10 mel. in all The
province, more skiIlful or courageous poacber
than Father Talon. The sound of his carabine il
known for more than ten leagues around and ae
cording to the game-keeper, he had not four times
missed his mark in all his life. Father Talon had
built himself in the thiekets Of the hamlet Of Vel
dez kind Of den, above which he had hung wisns
Of straw, with the design no doubt, OF causing, il
TO be termed an inn. But would defy Won % End
there the shadow Of kettle or the suspicion Of a
saucepan. 1t was sort Of concession made bv
him to the exigencies of justice. Very few trou-
bed themselves to have disagreements with so
skillful marksman.
The old Poacher never set out on foray without
being escorted by his dog and his daughter. His
dog was very ugly, very dirty, but very inteIi-
gent animal, to which he had given the very ironi
cal name OF Gendarns. As to his daughter, she
was called Jeanne. She was one Of those beauti-
ful and strong natures often seen in the PROVINCES
and carried proudly her seventeen years. written in
black flames in her large and curious eyes. g A
fine sprig ofa girl said the peasantry, in speakip.
Of her; and this robust commendation Jeanne had
not stolen. Only, too much disdain perhaps shone
upon her lip Of dark red-crushed cherries, Of in
toxicating perfume That forehead, broad and
shadowy, exhibited perhaps an energy too maseu-
line but to make amends, in the down Of her rosv
cheeks, and above all in tile dimple of her chin
there was enougt to cause one 70 forget the serious
ness Of certain lines and the aspect of certain
tours. Jeanne tall, and the best formed OF all
her companions who danced on holydays beneath
the oaks. The ties of blood were almost th. only
ones which existed between Jeanne and the poach.
er; protection on one part and respect on the
other-there ended their relations In point Of
tenderness, they knew it not and moreover could
not know it.
The duties Of Jeanne amounted to almost moth
ing. With bare feet. dress tucked up and fastened
behind, she carried her fathers pouch, and swung
herself from lime TO time upon The branches Of trees
which she encountered nher path. From securing
tine woods and lakes. Jeanne ended by asking in
her turn a gun and powder. The day on which
she killed her first moor. hen Was TO her day Of
rejoicing. From this moment, ihe daring but do
cle pupil, with flashing eye and sure action, al,
became the pride Of old Talon, with whom she soor
divided his terrible renowll.
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