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“ ‘ My children,’ he said, ‘ I have dwelt with you ever since your forefathers left the plains of Asia and wandered across this trackless land of the setting sun. Now, that is all over. Another race will sweep into this land and take possession of the country. But you will not be left alone. For every year I will walk amid the changing lights of the northern sky.’ The lights flashed again, grew dimmer, and faded away . . .

”The Indians returned to their wigwams satisfied. The Indians understood.”

“Well, that’s cer——”

“I’ll tell you about the refugee’s revenge, if you like,” interrupted the second tar.

“Not that one again!” protested his friend.

“I’ve never heard it,” Jean prodded his willing disposition.

Her brief comment seemed to be the only spur necessary.

“For many long years before the English came to the district of Miminegash, the Indians and French wandered unmolested and happily through this section of the Island. At that time the forest extended down to the sea, the shore was low, and the game plentiful.

“It was a lonely shore . . ., a peaceful life . ., and all were happy until, one day, a French trader came with disturbing news. The British had taken Isle St. Jean. They were deporting the French inhabitants. The trader’s wife and children had been taken. He himself had escaped with difficulty. The Indians must help to get back his family; if not, to get his revenge.

“Carefully they plotted. Many were the sugges- tions, but all were rejected except the one put forward by a young and daring brave. For a few years they

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