de Beaupre, which for thirty years had been considered a shrine
in New France. The left hand road forded the St. Charles and climbed
the long slope to Quebec rock.
Gaspard loved the sounds which made home so satisfying at autumn dusk.
Faint and far off he thought he could hear the lowing of his cow and
calf. To remember they were exiled gave him the pang of the unusual.
He was just chilled through, and therefore as ready for his own hearth
as a long journey could have made him, when a gray thing loped past in
the flinty dust, showing him sudden awful eyes and tongue of red fire.
Gaspard clapped the house door to behind him and put up the bar. He
was not afraid of Phips and the fleet, of battle or night attack, but
the terror which walked in the darkness of sorcerers' times abjectly
bowed his old legs.
"O good Ste. Anne, pray for us!" he whispered, using an invocation
familiar to his lips. "If loups-garous are abroad, also, what is to
become of this unhappy land?"
There was a rattling knock on his door. It might be made by the
hilt of a sword; or did a loup-garou ever clatter paw against man's
dwelling? Gaspard climbed on his bed.
"Father Gaspard! Father Gaspard! Are you within?"
"Who is there?"
"Le Moyne de Sainte-Helene. Don't you know my voice?"
"My master Sainte-Helene, are you alone?"
"Quite alone, except for my horse tied to your apple-tree. Let me in."
The command was not to be slighted. Gaspard got down and admitted
his visitor. More than once had Sainte-Helene come to this hearth. He
appreciated the large fire, and sat down on a chair with heavy legs
which were joined by bars resting on the floor.
"My hands tingle. The dust on these, flint roads is cold."
"But Monsieur Sainte-Helene never walked with his hands in the dust,"
protested Gaspard. The erect figure, bright with all the military
finery of that period, checked even his superstition by imposing
another kind of awe.
"The New England men expect to make us bite it yet," responded
Sainte-Hel
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