LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
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| “Half way down the steps was a double file of Indians chained two and two.” | [Frontispiece] |
| “Sitting on a bundle was, a girl, perhaps eighteen or nineteen years old.” | [36] |
| “The Indians walked silently to the fire.” | [64] |
| “Menard stood ... smiling with the same look of scorn he had worn ... when they led him to the torture.” | [256] |
The Road to Frontenac.
CHAPTER I
CAPTAIN MENARD HAS A LAZY DAY.
Captain Daniel Menard leaned against the parapet at the outer edge of the citadel balcony. The sun was high, the air clear and still. Beneath him, at the foot of the cliff, nestled the Lower Town, a strip of shops and houses, hemmed in by the palisades and the lower battery. The St. Lawrence flowed by, hardly stirred by the light breeze. Out in the channel, beyond the merchantmen, lay three ships of war, Le Fourgon, Le Profond, and La Perle, each with a cluster of supply boats at her side; and the stir and rattle of tackle and chain coming faintly over the water from Le Fourgon told that she would sail for France on the morrow, if God should choose to send the wind.