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Lazarre by Mary Hartwell Catherwood
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put out of countenance by my behavior, and the stubbornness of the
chief, looked ready to lay his hand upon his mouth in sign of being
confounded before white men; for his learning had altered none of his
inherited instincts.

But as for me, I was as De Chaumont had said, Chief Williams' boy, faint
from blood letting and twenty-four hours' fasting; and the father's
command reminded me of the mother's dinner pot. I stood up erect and
drew the flowered silk robe around me. It would have been easier to walk
on burning coals, but I felt obliged to return the book to Madame de
Ferrier. She would not take it. I closed her grasp upon it, and
stooping, saluted her hand with courtesy as De Chaumont had done. If he
had roared I must have done this devoir. But all he did was to widen his
eyes and strike his leg with his riding whip.

My father and I seldom talked. An Indian boy who lives in water and
forest all summer and on snowshoes all winter, finds talk enough in the
natural world without falling back upon his family. Dignified manners
were not lacking among my elders, but speech had seemed of little
account to me before this day.

The chief paddled and I sat naked in our canoe;--for we left the
flowered robe with a horse-boy at the stables;--the sun warm upon my
skin, the lake's blue glamour affecting me like enchantment.

Neither love nor aversion was associated with my father. I took my head
between my hands and tried to remember a face that was associated with
aversion.

"Father," I inquired, "was anybody ever very cruel to me?"
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