The Lily and the Cross: A Tale of Acadia — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
The Lily and the Cross: A Tale of Acadia
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Still there was one thing, and that was, that they would have to
bring up somewhere. It was more than probable that the priest would
try to reach Canso. In that case Claude had only to keep on his
track, and he would get to that place not very long after him;
sufficiently soon, at any rate, to prevent missing him. As to
Louisbourg, if the priest should go there, he also could go there,
and with impunity now, since his enemy was no more. As for the
unhappy Cazeneau, he found himself no longer able to send him the
priest; but he did not feel himself to blame for that, and could only
hope that he might reach the priest before it should be altogether
too late.
A slight repast that night, which was made from some fragments which
he had carried in his pocket, a few hours' sleep, and another slight
repast on the following morning, made from an early bird which he had
shot when it was on its way to get its worm, served to prepare him
for the journey before him.
The Indians informed him that the Strait of Canso was now not more
than a day and a half distant. The news was most welcome to Claude.
The Strait of Canso seemed like a place where the priest would be
compelled to make some sort of a halt, either while waiting for a
chance to cross or while making a detour to get to Canso. For his
part, he would have one great advantage, and that was, that he would
not be compelled to think about his course. All that he had to do was
to follow the track before him as rapidly and as perseveringly as
possible.
All that day Claude hurried onward without stopping to halt, being
sustained by his own burning impatience, and also by that same hope
which had supported him on the preceding day. But it was, as before,
like the pursuit of an _ignis fatuus_, and ever the objects of his
pursuit seemed to elude him.
At length, towards the close of the day, they reached a river, and
the trail ran along by its side for miles, sometimes leaving it, and
again returning to it. The path was broad, the woods were free from
underbrush, and more open than usual.