Oh, no, these fine French gentlemen will disown the attack upon us, as they would have disavowed it, just the same, if we had been killed.

I want to warn you, Robert, and you, Tayoga, that when you reach Quebec you'll breathe an air that's not that of the woods, nor yet of Albany or New York.

It's a bit of old Europe, it's a reproduction on a small scale of the gorgeous Versailles over there that's eating the heart out of France.

The Canadian Frenchman is a good man, brave and enduring, as I ought to know, but he's plundered and fooled by those people who come from France to make fame or quick fortunes here." He spoke with earnestness, but not as a hunter.

Rather he seemed now to Robert, despite his forest dress, to be a man of the world, one who understood cities as well as the wilderness.
"I don't know all your life, Dave," said young Lennox, "but I'm quite sure you know a great deal more than you would have people to think.
Sometimes I believe you've been across the great water." "Then you believe right, Robert.