The Republican journal., 1910-04-28
without you." Then as he ran his fin-'
gers through her dark locks. he said:

gers through her dark locks, he said:
Sand love you, and you love me,
And oh how happy we shall ever be"
But alas, only few short years more
and their love and happiness would pass
away forever.
Now, while we would like to take a
further look into the privacy Of Burr's
love-making with the half breed girl of
Swan Island while at the camping place,
we must. hasten on with our story and
follow them and the army in their weary
march to the north. Early the next
morning Arnold put his army in motion
and they soon crossed three beautiful
lakes nesting among the mountains,
which are today called Carry lakes, but
made slow progress. The day was chilly
but beautiful and the ever-changing
scenery of cliffs, forests and lakes, was
a rare delight to Jacataque, who was a
great lover of nature. The shades of
evening were stealing through the forest
before Arnold called halt for the tired
army to encamp for the night Tents were
pitched, fires built and supper prepared
which was eaten with hearty relish by
the hungry soldiers, who sat around the
big blazing fires eating and enjoying the
warmth. Some of the soldiers were talk
ing together in low tones of the terrible
march ahead, with its unknown perils
and dangers, while others looked dream
lily into the fires thinking of loved ones
far away.
Early in the evening Burr and ia
cataque found beautiful spring of
water short distance from the camp
by the side of high rock or ledge deck
ed with clumps of spruce and pine. After
drinking heartily they started back to the
camp and had walked but few steps
when the quick ear of Jacataque heard
something swapping and growing in
their rear. Turning quickly she saw
small animal with a short tail and
| long limbs but little distance away,
stealthily creeping along and watching
them with shining eyeballs. Burr, who
had also caught sight of the animal, was
about to shout, "shoot the wild cat!''
when Jacataque held up her hand for
silence and bringing her trusty rife to
her shoulder fired. The Canadian lynx
leaped into the air, then fell dead at the
foot of large pine tree. well, | de-
clare" cried Burr as ne ran back with
Jacataque to where the wild cat lay dead,
and turned him over. ''you have shot
him right through his eye. That was a
great shot, especially in the twilight, -
he said as he looked fondly at her. 81
| wish | was as expert with the rifle as
you are" Il am glad he is dead" re-
piled Jacataque, because the lynx is the
most treacherous animal in the wilder
ness.
Just then several soldiers who had
heard the report of the rifle came run
ming up and soon after it was noised
about the camp that Jacataque had
brought down a large Canadian lynx
with her trusty rife and which went to
help feed the hungry soldiers the next
morning. A large piece of the tenderest
part of the meat was reserved for Jacata-
que and Burr.
Il do hope that we will have another
fine day tomorrow" said Jacataque, as
Burr kissed her goodnight; but her
wishes were not to be fulfilled. She
awoke early the next morning to find a
wild storm raging and the air full of
dead leaves which the high wind was
shaking from the trees. But at noon
the rain ceased, and the sun came out,
adding little more life and spirit to the
wet and weary soldiers. During the
afternoon Arnold was everywhere pres
ent among his men, urging them on
towards the walled city which he was so
anxious to capture; but the army was
able to make but slow progress, marching
as it was through the dark rough wilder
ness, now wading through swamps. now
climbing high hill or mountain weighed
down with their boats, luggage and
stores. At sunset mighty mountain
rose in the distance and it's lofty summit
covered with snow seemed to reach to
the sky. Tradition says that when the
soldiers caught sight of this great noun
tain, now known as Mt. Bigelow, they
sent up shout that resounded through
the wilderness. Mercy" cried Burr
as he stood looking at it through his
powerful field glasses. 81 have never
seen such a lofty mountain before in my
life. Its top seems to rake the clouds.
What do you say, my dear?" he said, as
ne turned toward Jacataque and placed
the field glasses in her hand. sit is the
boldest mountain have ever seen" she
replied. "How beautiful the snow looks
on the summit glistening in the sun.
Why don't Arnold send some Of the sol
diers to scale it and learn if the walls of
Quebec can be seen from its top?"
Probably that is what he will do, re-
piled Burr, rubbing his ears to keep
them from freezing. "We will soon
stand before the walls of Quebec and