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| CHAPTER I. | |
| Wherein a Lad sees Makers of History | [9] |
| CHAPTER II. | |
| A Strong Man is Bowed | [23] |
| CHAPTER III. | |
| Novice and Expert | [38] |
| CHAPTER IV. | |
| Launched Into the Unknown | [55] |
| CHAPTER V. | |
| Civilization's Veneer Rubs Off | [70] |
| CHAPTER VI. | |
| A Girdle of Agates Recalled | [92] |
| CHAPTER VII. | |
| The Lords of the North in Council | [99] |
| CHAPTER VIII. | |
| The Little Statue Animate | [118] |
| CHAPTER IX. | |
| Decorating a Bit of Statuary | [131] |
| CHAPTER X. | |
| More Studies in Statuary | [144] |
| CHAPTER XI. | |
| A Shuffling of Allegiance | [163] |
| CHAPTER XII. | |
| How a Youth Became a King | [181] |
| CHAPTER XIII. | |
| The Buffalo Hunt | [200] |
| CHAPTER XIV. | |
| In Slippery Places | [220] |
| CHAPTER XV. | |
| The Good White Father | [234] |
| CHAPTER XVI. | |
| Le Grand Diable Sends Back our Messenger | [246] |
| CHAPTER XVII. | |
| The Price of Blood | [253] |
| CHAPTER XVIII. | |
| Laplante and I Renew Acquaintance | [266] |
| CHAPTER XIX. | |
| Wherein Louis Intrigues | [281] |
| CHAPTER XX. | |
| Plots and Counter-Plots | [297] |
| CHAPTER XXI. | |
| Louis Pays Me Back | [313] |
| CHAPTER XXII. | |
| A Day of Reckoning | [327] |
| CHAPTER XXIII. | |
| The Iroquois Plays his Last Card | [341] |
| CHAPTER XXIV. | |
| Fort Douglas Changes Masters | [350] |
| CHAPTER XXV. | |
| His Lordship to the Rescue | [368] |
| CHAPTER XXVI. | |
| Father Holland and I in the Toils | [378] |
| CHAPTER XXVII. | |
| Under One Roof | [389] |
| CHAPTER XXVIII. | |
| The Last of Louis' Adventures | [409] |
| CHAPTER XXIX. | |
| The Priest Journeys to a Far Country | [433] |
LORDS OF THE NORTH
CHAPTER I
WHEREIN A LAD SEES MAKERS OF HISTORY
"Has any one seen Eric Hamilton?" I asked.
For an hour, or more, I had been lounging about the sitting-room of a club in Quebec City, waiting for my friend, who had promised to join me at dinner that night. I threw aside a news-sheet, which I had exhausted down to minutest advertisements, stretched myself and strolled across to a group of old fur-traders, retired partners of the North-West Company, who were engaged in heated discussion with some officers from the Citadel.
"Has any one seen Eric Hamilton?" I repeated, indifferent to the merits of their dispute.