"La Corriveau has medicines, too! get some, eh?" asked Pierre
Ceinture.
"I am going neither for gold nor medicines, but to see my aunt, if
it concerns you to know, Pierre Ceinture! which it does not!"
"Mademoiselle des Meloises pay her to go, eh? not going back ever,
eh?" asked the other Indian.
"Mind your own affairs, Paul La Crosse, and I will mind mine!
Mademoiselle des Meloises paid you to bring me to St. Valier, not to
ask me impertinences. That is enough for you!" Here is your fare;
now you can return to the Sault au Matelot, and drink yourselves
blind with the money!"
"Very good, that!" replied the Indian. "I like to drink myself
blind, will do it to-night! Like to see me, eh?" Better that than
go see La Corriveau! The habitans say she talks with the Devil, and
makes the sickness settle like a fog upon the wigwams of the red
men. They say she can make palefaces die by looking at them! But
Indians are too hard to kill with a look! Fire-water and gun and
tomahawk, and fever in the wigwams, only make the Indians die.
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