The Refugees by Arthur Conan Doyle Page B

swinging himself into the saddle.
    "Why, man, these woods are the king's preserves and you speak as coolly of slaying his deer as though you were on the shores of Michigan!"
    "Preserves! They are tame deer!" An expression of deep disgust passed over his face, and spurring his horse, he galloped onwards at such a pace that De Catinat, after vainly endeavouring to keep up, had to shriek to him to stop.
    "It is not usual in this country to ride so madly along the roads," he panted.
    "It is a very strange country," cried the stranger, in perplexity. "Maybe it would be easier for me to remember what is allowed. 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. The trade in those parts belongs to France."
    "We were taken prisoners, and so it was that I came to see Montreal and afterwards Quebec. In the end we were sent back because they did not know what they could do with us."
    "It was a good journey for a first."
    "And ever since I have been trading - first, on the Kennebec with the Abenaquis, in the great forests of Maine, and with the Micmac fish-eaters over the Penobscot. Then later with the Iroquois, as far west as the country of the Senecas. At Albany and Schenectady we stored our pelts, and so on to New York, where my father shipped them over the sea."
    "But he could ill spare you surely?"
    "Very ill. But as he was rich, he thought it best that I should learn some things that are not to be found in the woods. And so he sent me in the Golden Rod, under the care of Ephraim Savage."
    "Who is also of New York?"
    "Nay; he is the first man that ever was born at Boston."
    "I cannot remember the names of all these villages."
    "And yet there may come a day when their names shall be as well known as that of Paris."
    De Catinat laughed heartily. "The woods may have given you much, but not the gift of prophecy, my friend. Well, my heart is often over the water even as yours is, and I would ask nothing better than to see the palisades of Point Levi again, even if all the Five Nations were raving upon the other side of them. But now, if you will look there in the gap of the trees, you will see the king's new palace."
    The two young men pulled up their horses, and looked down at the wide-spreading building in all the beauty of its dazzling whiteness, and at the lovely grounds, dotted with fountain and with statue, and barred with hedge and with walk, stretching away to the dense woods which clustered round them. It amused De Catinat to watch the swift play of wonder and admiration which flashed over his companion's features.
    "Well, what do you think of it?" he asked at last.
    "I think that God's best work is in America, and man's in Europe."
    "Ay, and in all Europe there is no such palace as that, even as there is no such king as he who dwells within it."
    "Can I see him, think you?"
    "Who, the king? No, no; I fear that you are scarce made for a court."
    "Nay, I should show him all honour."
    "How, then? What greeting would you give him?"
    "I would shake him respectfully by the hand, and ask as to his health and that of his family."
    "On my word, I think that such a greeting might please him more than the bent knee and the rounded back, and yet, I think, my son of the woods, that it were best not to lead you into