The Plowshare and the Sword: A Tale of Old QuebecTrevena, John
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The Plowshare and the Sword: A Tale of Old Quebec
Trevena, John
Canada -- History -- To 1763 (New France) -- Fiction
"Behold the citadel which my master has ordered me to build for your
protection," the commandant continued, pouring his figments through the
leering mouth of the dwarf Gaudriole. "We have not destroyed your
forests, nor robbed you of your shelters. You may enter our forts in
safety, and obtain whatsoever you desire in exchange for skins and
feathers. We do not mass together in one place. We distribute our
strength. Our forts are dotted along the coast. The tribes of
Maryland and of Massachusetts have shown you how the English congregate
upon the Potomac River. When you go to them for supplies of food, or
demanding recompense for that which they have taken from you, they
threaten you with death. Is it not so?"
"Um," replied the Algonquin, not a muscle of his face stirring.
"The English have their eye upon this north of the continent," went on
the governor. "In the south they rule, but only by permission of our
king. Have you obtained any benefits from them? Have they not rather
hunted you like wild beasts when you have resisted them? Remember how
Samuel de Champlain armed you so that you might fight against the
tribes of the Iroquois. He did not fear the Iroquois, but he saw you
in danger, and reached out his hand to save you."
"Um, um," exclaimed Oskelano, with some symptom of feeling.
"And now the King of France bids you choose between him and Charles of
England. If you accept my master's friendship he shall protect you
from your enemies. But if you refuse him he shall leave you to the
mercy of the Iroquois and the English, who shall rob and kill you until
there is not one Algonquin left."
"The chief desires to know," said the interpreter, "why it is that the
English in the south have brought their wives and families, and why the
French come alone."
"The English desire to take the country that they may make it their
home and abide here for ever," answered Roussilac. "The French are
here to protect the Algonquins, and when danger is over they shall
return to their wives and families in the homeland."
"The chief also desires to know what is the cause of the king's
friendliness to a people whom he has never seen," continued the
interpreter.
"King Louis has forbidden the English to enter this country, and when
they disobey he sends ships and men against them. It is his will that
the Algonquins shall possess this land in peace."
"Um," said Oskelano profoundly, when these fictions had been expounded.
"What says the wooden-faced fool?" asked Roussilac.
"The doctors of his tribe tell him that all white men are liars,"
replied the dwarf. "But the English are greater liars than the French."
"Would that I might collect all the savages in this country upon yonder
island in mid-stream, and there exterminate them root and branch," the
governor muttered.
"Import a shipload of bad brandy, commandant," suggested the
interpreter, with an evil grin. "That would spread a disease which
might carry them off in a few generations."
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