It was but this morning that I took my gun to shoot a pigeon that was flying over the roofs in yonder street, and old Pierre caught my arm with a face as though it were the minister that I was aiming at.

And then there is that old man--why, they will not even let him say his prayers." De Catinat laughed.

"You will come to know our ways soon," said he.
"This is a crowded land, and if all men rode and shot as they listed, much harm would come from it.

But let us talk rather of your own country.

You have lived much in the woods from what you tell me." "I was but ten when first I journeyed with my uncle to Sault la Marie, where the three great lakes meet, to trade with the Chippewas and the tribes of the west." "I know not what La Salle or De Frontenac would have said to that.