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The following interesting anecdote is from "The


Traveller--a 1alc-By the author of Red


wood. New York, 1925. We recommend


the book itself to the perusal of our readers;


they will find much in it to amuse and instruct.


The scenes lie, principally, on "thc Niagara,


the Lakes, Montreal, Quebec, &C."


A commandant at the fort (Which was
built by the French to protect their traders
against the savages,) married young 1ro-
quois who was before or after the marriage
converted to the Catholic faith. She was a
daughter of the chieftain of her tribe, and
great efforts were made by her people to
induce her to return to them. Her brother
lurked in this neighborhood, and procured
interviews with her, and attempted to win
her back by all the motives of national pride
and family affecticn but all in vain. The
yang Garanga, or, to call her by her bap-
tsunal name, Marguerite, was bound by
thrretold cord-her love to her husband,
to her son, and to her religion. Mecumeh,
finding persuasion Intellectual, had recourse
to stratagem. The commandant was in the
habit Of going down the river often on fish,
ing excursions, and when he returaed. he
would fire his signal gun, and Marguerite
aud hcr boy would hasten to the shore to
greet him.


On one occasion he had been gone longer
than usual. Marguerite was filled with ap-
prehensions natural enough at times when
imminent dangers and hairbreadth escapes
were Of every day occurrence. She had
sat in the tower and watched for the return
ing canoe till the last beam of day had faded
from the watcrs;-thc deepening shadows
of twilight played tricks with her imagin-
alton. Once she was star led by the water
fowl, hich, as it skinned along the surface
of the water, imagined to her fancy the light
canoe impelcd by her husbands vigorous
trn,--again she heard the leap of the heavy
muskaiongi, and the splashing waters sound
cd to her fancy like the first dash of the
oar. That passed away, and disappoint-
nIent and tears followed. Her boy was be-
side her; the young Louis, who, though
scarcely twelve ycard old, already had his
imagination filled with daring deeds. Born
and bred in fort, he was an adept in the use
of the musket; courage seemed to be his
instinct, and danger his element, and battles
and wounds were household words with
him. He laughed at his mothers fears;
but, in spite of his boyish ridicule, they
strengthened, till apprehension seemed real
ity. Suddenly the sound of the signal gun
broke on the stiffness of the night. both
mother and son sprang on their feet with a
cry of joy, and were pressing hand in hand
towards the outer gate, when a sentinel stop
ped them to remind Marguerite it was her
husbands order that no one should venture
without the walls after sunset. She, howev-
er, insisted on passing. and telling the SOL
| der that she would answer to the command
ant for his breach of orders-she passed the
outer barrier. Young Louis held up his
bow and arrow before the sentinel, saying
gaily, 81 am my mothers body guard you


knew" Tradition has preserved these tri-