The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1894-03-03
PERE CHAMPAGNE.

PERE CHAMPAGNE.
lis it that we stand at the top of the hill
and the end of the travel has come, Pretty
Pierre? Why don't you spakee"
1--WE stand at the top of the hill and it is
4 the end"
And Lonely valley is at our feet and
! Whitefaced mountain beyOndY
lone at our feet and the other beyond,
Shon McGann"
Its the sight of my eyes I wish had in
\ the light of the sun this mOrnin. Tell me,
;. what is't you see?'
II see the trees on the foothills, and all
the branches shine with frost. There is a
path-so wde!-between two groves of
pines. On Whitefaced mountain lies Il
glacier feld-and all is still"
1.-THE voice of you is far away like, Pretty
u Pierre-it shivers as n white hawk cries.
y It's the wind the wind. maybe"
'"There's not a breath of life from hill or
valley"
"But l feel it in my face"
IN, ut is not the breath of life you feel''
ga Ibid you not hear voices coming athwart
4 the wind! Can you see the people at the
=. mines?'
n lact II have told you what see."
You told me of the pine trees and the
N'glacier and the snow'-
ele And that is all, Shon McGann."
Fire But in the valley, in the valley, Pretty
OaRierre-where all the miners are!'
nuartJ1 cannot see them"
zee ttr"Ah, for love of heaven, don't tell me
4 Il, lat the dark is fallin on your eyes too.'
lM t'No Shon McGann. l am not growing
MAJ bind
;oS '""Ah! will you not tell me what gives the
- ache to your words?"
Il !, II see it in the valley-snow-snow."
IN Its a laugh you have at me in your
10 .cheek-whin I'd give years of my ill spent
he Fife to watch the chimney smoke come
4 N curtin up slow through the sharp air in
~ che valley there below"
~ There is no chimney and there is no
=: smoke in all the Valley
iof Before God, if you're a man, you'll put
your hand upon my arm and tell me what
tL trouble quakes your speech"
20, "Shon McGann, it is for you to make the
zee sign of the cross-there, while l put my
hand on your shoulder-so!'
Your hand is heavy, Pretty Pierre"
q This is the sight of the eyes that see,
lO' Shon 'McGann. In the valley there is snow:
&c ia the snow, of all that was, there is one
poppeJ head of the mine that was called
- St. Gabriel-upon the poppet head there is
the figur:. of a woman"
49, "Ah''
she does not mOve''-
r ''She will never move, Pretty Pierre?"
II ''She will never move. Shon McGann"
1.-The breath of my body gives hurt to
II me. There is death in the valley, Pretty
81 Pierre?"
0 There is death in the valley"
lit was an avalanche-that path you
!, spake of between the pines?'
~. And a great storm after"
u. 20 BLESSED be God that l cannot behold
20 20 THAT thing this day! And the woman,
- Pretty Pierre-the woman aloft?"
= "She went to watch for some one coming,
Y" and as she watched the avalanche came
Il and she moves not"
|, do we know that woman?"
"Who can tell?"
~, "What was it you whispered to yourself
- then, Pretty Pierre?''
o II whispered no word.'
Mt. ''There, don't you hear it, soft and sigh
-, ~ = in? Nathalie!'
~. mon Dieu. 1t is not of the world"
S;ia.. Its facin the poppet head. where she
~. LIZ stands, I'd be-
~ K "Your face is turned toward her."
'ra 8 "Where is the sun?''
1.-THE sun stands still above her head"
with the bitter over and the avil past
lame rest for her and all that lie theren'
"Eh, bien the game is done"
eff we stay here we shall die also"
IF we go we die-perhaps"
;"Donf spake it. We will 20, and we
i'll return when the breath of summer
)mes from the SOUTH"
ut shall be so that we go'
''Hush! Did you not hear
II did not hear. only see an eagle, and
flies toward Whitehead mountain"
- And Shon McGann and Pretty Pierre
400 urned back from the end of their quest
low from a mighty grave behind to a lonely
waste before. And though one was snow
Inc Sind and the other knew that on him fell
WIN be chiefer weight of great misfortune,
llOWefnce he must provide food and fire and be
q ln9s mother to his comrade, they had cour
the tge, without which men are as the stand
e1r apg straw in an unreaped field in winter,
le tryut having which become like the hooded
IN Olpine that keepeth green in frost and hath
o oshe bounding blood in all it's icy branches
ID 9. And whence they came and wherefore
Fry Nas as thus:
inL A French Canadian once had lived in
PED lonely valley. One day great fortune
lmt anne TO him, because it was given him to
en- fdlscover the mine St. Gabriel. And he
PM Aaia to the woman that loved him: II will
d. 60 with mules and much gold, that have
I'd shewn and washed and gathered, to vii
VIA sge.in the east where nv father and my
exam 'ther are. They are DOOR but l will
lnie Lake them rich; and then will return to
b lonely valley, and a priest shall come
ket with me, and we will dwell here at White
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