"Why?" the colonel asked. "It is a most beautiful spot."

"Indeed it is, but the _Polly_ always shies off when she comes here.
No doubt it's due to the current from that little stream, the Beaubear,
but I like to think that this schooner knows that the old French Fort,
Boishebert, was situated on that point. You can see the ruins of the
place from here. No, the _Polly_ doesn't like the French; guess she's
had too much to do with them, the same as her captain."

They were out of Grand Bay now and bearing up through a fine stretch of
water known as the "Long Reach." The land on both sides of the river
was rugged, while far ahead the outlines of several islands could be
discerned.

"And there's another," the captain exclaimed in disgust.

"Another what?" Jean asked.

"Oh, a place where the French once held out. It's that first island
you see away up there. The Indian name is 'Ah-men-henik,' but the
French called it 'Isle au Garce,' for what reason I don't know.
Anyway, there were lively times on that island when the French had a
trading post there. It now belongs to Captain Isaac Caton. There's a
small rocky island a little above, which the French called 'Isle de
trent,' while just above is the 'Isle of Vines.' It is in behind that
where you are to land, just below Oak Point."

"Is it a pretty place?" Jean asked, now much excited. "Have you ever
been there?"