Bonaventure

. It signified merely that he had been received into the home guard. The times were sadly unsettled. Every horseman, and how much more every group of horsemen, that one s

gray meant conscription. Sosthène was just beyond the limit of age, and 'Thanase two years below it

s, and there was no other man in all Carancro whom these would not have had on their track rather than him. But one gray dawn they found there was another not unlike him. They had made an attempt upon Sosthène's cattle one night; had found themselves watched

this one, and that one! And now for it-three honest men against four remaining thieves! Pop! pop! dodge, and fire as you dodge! Pop! pop! pop! down he goes; well done, gray-bearded Sosthène! Shoot there! Wheel here! Wounded? Never mind-ora! Another rogue reels! Collar him, Chaouache! drag him from the saddle

'Thanase's hip. Now strip the dead beasts, and take the dead men's weapons, boots, and spurs. Lift this one moaning villain into his saddle a

p and down in full sight of Zoséphine, savior of her mother from widowhood, owner of two fine captured horses, and rewarded by Sosthène with five acres of vi

tittering at 'Thanase behind his back, giving Bonaventur

ne into the dandy's fiddle-bow

t never get wel

hed lightning for an instant; the blood

he face, like"-her arm flew up, and she smote him with her sunbonnet full between the eyes-"like

with the one great longing that Zoséphine would more kindly let hi

to have a perceptible down on his cheek and u

es leaving their mirth and expanding with sudden seriousness, "or

a chapelle; and when they got there he knelt before Mary's shrine and offered the longest and most earne

em against weather under their as yet only damp and slightly bespattered great-coats, no two of which were alike. They spoke to each other sometimes in French, sometimes in English that betrayed a Creole rather than an Acadian accent. A young man with a neat kepi tipped on one side of his handsome head stood with his back to the fire, a sabre dangling to the floor from beneath a captured Federal overcoat. A larger man was telling him a good story. He listened smilingly, dropped the remnant of an exhausted cigarette to the floor, put his small, neatly booted foot upon it, drew from his bosom one of those silke

came, and there had been no intrusion. 'Thanase, too, was up. It was raining and blowing still. Across the prairie, as far as the eye could reach, not a movement of h

d rain, where was the need? In the little log stable hard by, the two favorite saddle-horses remained unsaddled and unbridled. The father's and son's pistol-be

ed with the dog and cat. Thus it happened that still nobody looked out into the swirling rain. Why should they? Only to see the wide deluged plain, the round drenched groves, the m

softly plashing up to Sosthène's front fence, for Sosthène's house and grove are themselves in the way. They spy Bonaventure. He is just going in upon the

not make out the color of the dress. One could hardly

inted far away south-westward, and asked if a certain green spot glimmering faintly through the

now the road even to a place in full view across the plain. Bonaventure, with riot in his heart, and feeling himself drifting over the cataract o

ma's farm,-le platin à coté d' l'habitation à Numa,-then it will be well to virer de bord-go about, et naviguer au large-sail across the open prairi

. So they get it into line with another man's grove nearer by, and under that cover quicken to a gallop. Away, away; splash, splash, through the coolées, around the maraises, clouds of wild fowl that there is no time to shoot into rising now on this side, now on that; snipe without number, gray as the sky, with flashes of white, trilling petulantly as they flee; giant sn

, when a knock sounded on the door, and almost before father or son could rise or astonishment dart from eye to eye, the door swung open, and a man stood on the thres

et something to eat,

ers that hung from the bedpost; but the stranger's right hand flashe

ietly, "Look out of the d

ooked. The house

. 'Thanase bore the sight a moment, maybe a full minute; then drew near, pressed the children with kind firmness aside, pushed b

he will not

d pelt horse and rider from behind. Chaouache's door is still open. He stands in it with his red-eyed wife beside him a

hing to the ankles-all standing and looking the picture of witless incapacity, and making no plea against tyranny! Is that a thing worth while to turn and look back upon? If the blow fell upon ourselves or our set, that would be different; but these illiterate and lowly ones-they are-you don't know-so dull and insensible. Yes, it may be t

scrubbing. Spread, day by day, the smoking board, and call your spared husband and your little ones to partake;