The Lady of Fort St. John by Mary Hartwell Catherwood
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them blasphemed, when he sternly and fearlessly denounced the sinners.
Supper was scarcely begun when the Swiss lieutenant came again into the hall and saluted his lady. "What troubles us, Klussman?" she demanded. "There is a stranger outside." "What does he want?" "Madame, he asks to be admitted to Fort St. John." "Is he alone? Hath he a suspicious look?" "No, madame. He bears himself openly and like a man of consequence." "How many followers has he?" "A dozen, counting Indians. But all of them he sends back to camp with our Etchemins." "And well he may. We want no strange followers in the barracks. Have you questioned him? Whence does he come?" "From Fort Orange, in the New Netherlands, madame." "He is then Hollandais." Marie turned to Antonia Bronck, and was jarred by her blanching face. |
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