The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-11-08

war Win tnem 1L was Out OeCduSo IlIe
young men Of Corlaer had closed their eyes
so that they could not see the truth. LAS
to these prisoners" said he, take them
with you. We do not want them with
us, for we fear they may bring US harm.
Our medicine man counseled us to ofrer
up one Of these prisoners as sacrifice
to the Great Spirit. We did 50. Now our
medicine man has had bad dream. He
says that the white men are going to
trample our fields. When the time comes
for the peace. the Iroquois will be at the
mountain. Brother, we will bury the
Ratchet, and bury it SO deep that hence
forth none may ever again dig it up"
1T Is WE'LL" said Jonca1re, abruptly.
MY brothers are wise. Now let the coun-
ell end, for my path is long and I must
| travel back to Onontlo at once"
Joncaire knew well enough the tickle
! nature Of these savages, who might upon
! the morrow demand another council and
perhaps arrive at different conclusions.
Hearing there were no white prisoners in
the villages farther to the west, he re-
solved to set forth at once upon the return
with those now at hand. Hurrying, there
fore, as soon as might be to their leader,
he urged him to make ready forthwith
| for the journey back to the st. Lawrence.
UNLESS I much mistake, monsieur"
said he to Law, you are that same gen.
tleman who so set all Quebec by the ears
last winter. My faith! The regiment
Carignan had cause to rejoice when you
| left for up river, even though you took
with you half the ready coin Of the
settlement. Yet come you once more
| to meet the gentlemen of France.
and doubt not they will be glad ever
to stake you high as may be in this pow
erty stricken region. You have been far
to the westward. I doubt not. You were,
perhaps. made prisoner some where below
| the StSraits.'
Far below; among the tribe Of the ILL.,
nt in the valley Of the Messasebe."
You tell me so! had thought no white
man left in that valley for this season.
And madame-this childsurely twas the
first white infant born in the great VAL
ley"
And the most unfortunate"
NAY, how can you say that. since you
have come more than half a thousand
miles and are all safe and sound to-day d?
Glad enough We shall be to have you and
madame with us for the winter, If, in
deed. it be not for longer dwelling. I can
not take you now to the English settle
ments, since must back to the governor
with the news. Yet dull enough you
would find these Dutch Of the Hudson
and worse yet the blue-nosed psalmodists
Of New England Much better for you
and your good lady are the gayer capitals
Of New France, or la belle France itself
that older France. Monsieur how infin-
itely more fit for gentleman of spirit
is France than your dull England and
it's Dutch king! Either New France OF
Old France. let me advise you; and as tc
that new west, let me counsel that you
wait until after the Big Peace. And, ir
speaking, your friend, Du Mesne, YOU
lieutenant, the coureur-his fate, I sup.
pose, one need not ask. He was killed
where?'
Law recounted the division of his par.
| fv fms pravfona RI The Trnn11n{a orlx
and added his concern lest Du Mesne
should return to the former station during
the spring and find but its ruins. with NJ
news Of the fate Of his friends.
30, as to that-'twould be but the ole
story of the voyageurs," said Joncaire
"They are used enough to journeying {
thousand miles or so, to find the trail enc
in heap of ashes, and to the tune O
a scalp dance. Fear not for your Meuten
ant, for, believe me, he has Tended 70
himself If there has been need. Yet
would warrant you, now that this wore
for tho peace has gone out, we shall SCI
your friend Du Mesne as big as life a
the Mountain next summer, knowing a
much Of your history as you yourself do
and quite counting upon meeting you witt
US on the St. Lawrence, and madame a
WE'LL AS to that, methinks madame vii
be better with us on the st. Lawrenc
than on the savage Messasebe. We hav
none too many DANES among. us, and
need not state, what monsieurs eyes hav
told him every morning-that a faire
never set foot from ship from over seas
Witness my lieutenant yonder, Raoul d
Ligny! He is thus soon all devotion
Mother Of God! but we are we'll met here
in this wilderness. among the savages
Viola, Monsieur! We take you again cap
tive. and it's madame enslaves us ALL"
There had indeed ensued conversation
| between the young French officer abov
named and Mary Connynge; yet prompt a
, might have been the former with gallan
, attentions to SO fair a captive, it coul
not have been said that he was above
l the first advances. Mary Connynge, eve
l after a month Of starving foot travel an
another month of anxiety at the Iroquoi
l village, had lost neither her rounded body
, her brilliancy Of eye and color, nor he