His mind was
surcharged with the endless things he had gathered up, ready to pour
into the sympathizing ear of Barbara Sanschagrin; and the servants
and censitaires were equally eager to return to relate their
adventures in the capital when summoned on the King's corvee to
build the walls of Quebec.
CHAPTER XXVI.
THE CANADIAN BOAT-SONG.
"V'la l'bon vent!
V'la l'joli vent!
V'la l'bon vent!
Ma mie m'appelle!
V'la l'bon vent!
V'la l'joli vent!
V'la l'bon vent!
Ma mie m'attend!"
The gay chorus of the voyageurs made the shores ring, as they kept
time with their oars, while the silver spray dripped like a shower
of diamonds in the bright sunshine at every stroke of their rapid
paddles. The graceful bark canoes, things of beauty and almost of
life, leaped joyously over the blue waters of the St. Lawrence as
they bore the family of the Lady de Tilly and Pierre Philibert with
a train of censitaires back to the old Manor House.
The broad river was flooded with sunshine as it rolled majestically
between the high banks crowned with green fields and woods in full
leaf of summer.
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