Swelling confidence bore him on.

He was anxious to reach Quebec and fulfill his mission.
Then he would go back to the vale of Onondaga and match himself against the clever St.Luc or any other spokesman whom the Marquis Duquesne might choose to send.
But his golden dreams were of Quebec, which was a continuous beacon and lure to him.

Despite a life spent chiefly in the woods, which he loved, he always felt the distant spell of great capitals and a gorgeous civilization.

In the New World Quebec came nearer than any other city to fulfilling this idea.

There the nobles of France, then the most glittering country in the world, came in silks and laces and with gold hilted swords by their sides.