"His wife—in heaven; and his child—on the Chaudiere, m'sieu'. The child came and the mother went on the same day of the Great Birth. He has a soft heart—that Babiche!"
"And the white bear—so strange a thing!"
"M'sieu', who can tell? The world is young up here. When it was all young, man and beast were good comrades, maybe."
"Ah, maybe. What shall be done with Little Babiche, Pierre?"
"He will never be the same again on the old trail, m'sieu'!"
There was silence for a long time, but at last the governor said, musing, almost tenderly, for he never had a child: "Ma p'tite Corinne!—Little Babiche shall live near his child, Pierre. I will see to that."
Pierre said no word, but got up, took off his hat to the governor, and sat down again.
AT POINT O' BUGLES
"John York, John York, where art thou gone, John York?"
"What's that, Pierre?" said Sir Duke Lawless, starting to his feet and peering round.