"'Surely, Machecawa,' I said, 'you do not believe that your grandfather was a beaver, do you?' THE time had now come when the friendly farm at Wittmold, which had sheltered them in adversity, must be given up. The emigr茅s were returning; Mme. de la Fayette and Mme. de Grammont urged their sister to do the same, and Mme. de Tess茅 was longing to see Paris again. 鈥淨ue tu es bon!鈥?exclaimed Alexandre, drawing him aside. 鈥淒o you think I mean all that?鈥? 九利时时彩投注平台 THE time had now come when the friendly farm at Wittmold, which had sheltered them in adversity, must be given up. The emigr茅s were returning; Mme. de la Fayette and Mme. de Grammont urged their sister to do the same, and Mme. de Tess茅 was longing to see Paris again. Their first house in Paris was a sort of imitation cottage, after the execrable taste of the day, in the Champs-Elys茅es, from which they moved into a h?tel in the rue de la Victoire, which was for some time the resort of all the chiefs of their political party, and the scene of constant contention between the Thermidoriens and the remnants of the Montagne. The discussions were generally political, and often violent; they would have been abhorrent to the well-bred society of former days. Mme. Le Brun went to all the chief watering-places鈥擝ath, Brighton, Tunbridge Wells, Matlock, &c.鈥攕he found English life monotonous, as it certainly was in those days, and hated the climate of London; but she had gathered round her a congenial society, with whom she amused herself very well, and whom she left with regret when she decided to return to France, partly because her ungrateful daughter had arrived there, and was being introduced by her father to many undesirable people. Machecawa frequently took the boys with him when he visited traps on the "Carman Grant."* On one occasion they crossed the ice on snow-shoes, climbed the cliffs, and made their way through the woods to the head of a small stream in the midst of a great cedar swamp. They followed the stream through marsh and thicket, crawling on their hands and knees at times, and climbing over fallen trees, until they came to a large pond with a dam about thirty rods long. On one side the land was low, but on the opposite side a steep bluff of about thirty feet rose directly from the water. The bluff was covered with poplar and birch. Here beaver had made roads, or slides, from top to bottom, wonderfully smooth and neat, on which they slid the wood they had cut, some of which was eight inches thick, into the pond below. Machecawa, who had previously cut a gap in the dam and made a hole in the ice, where he had set two traps in about four inches of water, drew up the first of them. He discovered that a young beaver had been caught, and cut off his leg, leaving that in the trap to tell the tale. In the second was a huge male with flat, broad, scaly tail, which could not have been mistaken for any other creature than a beaver. He re-baited the traps with an aromatic substance called castor, which he had taken from the pouches of one caught a few days previously, and which entices the beaver from a great distance. Some weeks after their marriage the Comte de Genlis had to rejoin his regiment, which was at Nancy, and as it was then not the custom for officers鈥?wives to accompany them, and he thought F茅licit茅 too young to be left by herself at a court such as that of Louis XV., he decided to take an apartment for her at Origny, in a convent where he had relations, as people often did in such cases. "Supper was hardly finished when a huge fire was kindled on an open space on the bank of the river, and their Chief called out in a loud bass voice, 'Ho!' "The Duke is dead! He was playing with a tame fox which, unknown to us all, had gone mad," the courier continued. "It bit him. He was in a fearfully nervous condition all night, but decided to come on. He got into a boat to come down to Chapman's, where your waggon was waiting for him, sir," he said, turning to the Chief, "but when we were about five miles from Richmond he leaped out of it and rushed wildly through the woods, and they found him in Chapman's barn in a fit. Dr. Collis bled him, but he died before anything more could be done. We laid the body in the waggon and covered it with a sheet, and the officers and soldiers formed themselves into a guard, and will soon be here." THE time had now come when the friendly farm at Wittmold, which had sheltered them in adversity, must be given up. The emigr茅s were returning; Mme. de la Fayette and Mme. de Grammont urged their sister to do the same, and Mme. de Tess茅 was longing to see Paris again. She sat with tense young face, looking at her hands. Again she saw the squalid virago. She would see her till her dying day. To no one on earth could she speak of her.