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Sir Charles G. D. Roberts. The Forge in the Forest
The Forge in the Forest
Table of Contents
Part I. Marc
The Forge in the Forest
A Foreword
Chapter I
The Capture at the Forge
Chapter II
The Black Abbé
Chapter III
Tamin's Little Stratagem
Marc tied to post
Chapter IV
The Governor's Signature
Chapter V
In the Run of the Seas
Tamin's big gun clapped like a cannon, and kicked my shoulder very vilely
Chapter VI
Grûl
Chapter VII
The Commander is Embarrassed
Chapter VIII
The Black Abbé Comes to Dinner
For the visitor was none other than the Black Abbé himself
Chapter IX
The Abbé Strikes Again
Chapter X
A Bit of White Petticoat
Chapter XI
I Fall a Willing Captive
Part II. Mizpah
Chapter XII
In a Strange Fellowship
Chapter XIII
My Comrade
Turning her head partly around, so that I could see the gracious profile
Chapter XIV
My Comrade Shoots Excellently Well
Chapter XV
Grûl's Hour
Grûl lay flat, thrust his head and shoulders far out over the brink, and reached down a long arm
Chapter XVI
I Cool My Adversaries' Courage
Chapter XVII
A Night in the Deep
Chapter XVIII
The Osprey, of Plymouth
Chapter XIX
The Camp by Canseau Strait
Chapter XX
The Fellowship Dissolved
Chapter XXI
The Fight at Grand Pré
Chapter XXII
The Black Abbé Strikes in the Dark
Chapter XXIII
The Rendezvous at the Forge
Suddenly, with a little laugh that was mostly a sob, put Philip into my arms
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Charles G. D. Sir Roberts
Being the Narrative of the Acadian Ranger, Jean de Mer, Seigneur de Briart; and How He Crossed the Black Abbé; and of His Adventures in a Strange Fellowship
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Before we came within hearing of the Indians I gave over the ring with final directions, to Tamin, and then hastened toward the point of land which runs far out beyond the mouth of the Habitants. Around this point, as I knew, lay the little creek-mouth wherein Tamin kept his boat. Beyond the point, perchance a furlong, was a narrow sand-spit covered deep at every flood tide. In a thicket of fir bushes on the bluff over against this sand-spit I lay down to wait for what Tamin should bring to pass. I had some little time to wait; and here let me unfold, as I learned it after, what Tamin did whilst I waited.
About sunset, the tide being far out, and the Indians beginning to expect their Abbé's return, came Tamin to them running in haste along the trail from Pereau, as one who carried orders of importance. Going straight to the chief, he pointed derisively at Marc, whose back was towards him, and cried:—
