He is a slip of a man to be the head of a great nation, but he has the eye of a chief.

If one met him alone in a Maine forest, one would know him as a man who was different to his fellows.

Well, I am glad that he is going to marry again, though it's a great house for any woman to have to look after." De Catinat smiled at his comrade's idea of a queen's duties.
"Are you armed ?" he asked.

"You have no sword or pistols ?" "No; if I may not carry my gun, I had rather not be troubled by tools that I have never learned to use.

I have my knife.