"
"Good that something can make you die, for your ill manners! look at
my stocking!" replied Fanchon, with warmth. "If I tell La Corriveau
what you say of her there will be trouble in your wigwam, Pierre
Ceinture!"
"Do not do that, Ania!" replied the Indian, crossing himself
earnestly; "do not tell La Corriveau, or she will make an image of
wax and call it Pierre Ceinture, and she will melt it away before a
slow fire, and as it melts my flesh and bones will melt away, too!
Do not tell her, Fanchon Dodier!" The Indian had picked up this
piece of superstition from the white habitans, and, like them,
thoroughly believed in the supernatural powers of La Corriveau.
"Well, leave me! get back to the city, and tell Mademoiselle I
arrived safe at St. Valier," replied Fanchon, turning to leave them.
The Indians were somewhat taken down by the airs of Fanchon, and
they stood in awe of the far-reaching power of her aunt, from the
spell of whose witchcraft they firmly believed no hiding-place, even
in the deepest woods, could protect them.
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