d conquest for conquest's sake. Besides, in this case there was a force at work, generally unknown, but as powerful as the convincing influence of an army. Behind the worst and the best acts of C

ar events. Years had passed. Not one of those events had

the window, and is looking out to sea. A mist is rising from the water, and the shore is growing grey and heavy as the light in the west recedes and night creeps in from the ocean. She watches the waves and the mist till all is mist without; a scene w

" is the reply. "Sh

you

y are alone again. Both are pale. The girl stands very still, and so quiet is her fa

ica?" he asks. "I will mar

an's acknowledgment. "You

hat demure irony which we had seen in her years be

ot? There is no one you care

her reply, but the

e exactness than kindness that he had cost King Charles a ship, scores of men, and thousands of pounds, in a fruitless search for buried treasure in Hispaniola. When he had urged his case upon the basis of fresh information, he was d

into Cheapside, having already made preparations upon the chance of success. He has gone so far as to purchase a ship, called the Bridgwater Merchant from an alderman in London, though

turns. "The devil I w

e answers: "I am Edward Bucklaw, pirate and keep

dare you speak to me? I'll have you

d feel that way. But if you'll listen for five minutes, down

instructions, is tracing on a map the tr

Bucklaw, "we

advent

htness only seen in the Arctic world-keen as silver, cold as steel. It plays upon the hummocks, and they send out shafts of light at fantastic angles, and a thin blue line runs between the almost unbearable general radiance and the sea of ice stretching indefinitely away. But to the west is a shore, and on it stands a fort and a few detached houses. Upon the walls of the

he smack of the leather in the clear air like the repo

ieur, what

withdraws his eyes fr

e same story as Bucklaw told Governor

I-well, we end. Bucklaw was captured by the French and was carried to France. He was a fool to look for the treasure with a poor ship and a worse crew. He was for getting William Phips, a man of Boston, to work

now of Mademoi

s father lost much money

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go wit

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rev

wh

you hate-

kens. "We are not

go he was coming back from France.

face. "Freebooters, o

rreled with the governor, and because they would not yield have been proclaimed? Nothing

knows the height from which he fell. "He will find you, monsieur," he repeats. "When

len

et me go with you?" The Englishman remembers that this scoundrel was with

ys, and turns

works-houses and ships and walls and snow-topped cannon-lie there in the hard grasp of the North, while the Whi

ght-winged birds, the fern-grown walls of a ruined town, the wallowing eloquence of the river, the sonorous din of the locust, that none could think this a couch of death.

from his breast a packet

irate. He has the secret. Once he came with a ship to find, but there was trouble and he did not go on. An Englishman also came with the king's ship, but he did not find. But I know that the man Bucklaw will come again. It should not be. Listen: A year ago, and something more, I was travelling to the coa

ow wash of the river, and presently he speaks again. "I vowed then that he should

world seems not to know, so cheerful is it all, that, with a sob, that sob of farewell which the s

are kneeling in a little church, as the mass is slowly chanted at the altar. All of them are armed. By the flare of the torches

ition, the Chevalier de Troyes, the chosen of the governor. A moment, and three other men rise and come and kneel besid

ville, suddenly flushes with feeling. Presently the others rise, but Iberville remains an inst

eyes to the priest's:

makes the sacred