sleep; but they did according to their natures. The priest took the
instrument and tuned it softly. Iberville blew out the candle. There
was only the light of the fire, with the gleam of the slow-coming dawn.
Once again, even as years before in the little house at Montreal, De
Casson played--now with a martial air. At last he struck the chords of a
song which had been a favourite with the Carignan-Salieres regiment.

Instantly Iberville and Perrot responded, and there rang out from three
strong throats the words:

"There was a king of Normandy,
And he rode forth to war,
Gai faluron falurette!
He had five hundred men-no more!
Gai faluron donde!

"There was a king of Normandy,
Came back from war again;
He brought a maid, O, fair was she!
And twice five hundred men--
Gai faluron falurette!
Gai faluron donde!"

They were still singing when soldiers came by the window in the first
warm light of sunrise. These caught it up, singing it as they marched
on. It was taken up again by other companies, and by the time Iberville
presented himself to Count Frontenac, not long after, there was hardly a
citizen, soldier, or woodsman, but was singing it.

The weather and water were blustering all that day, and Phips did not