But I congratulate you, Major; and her Majesty and Father Vincent de Paul wish you well in your perilous undertaking.

Come; tell me about this wonderful New France.

Is it true that gold is picked up as one would pick up sand ?" "By the Hundred Associates, traders, and liquor dealers," grimly.
"Alas! I had hopes 'twere picked up without labor.

The rings on my purse slip off both ends, as the saying goes." "Why not come to Quebec?
You have influence; become a grand seigneur." "Faith, I love my Paris too well.

And I have no desire to wear out my existence in opening paths for my descendants, always supposing I leave any.