"Yet, my dear friend, a French gentleman cannot wholly forget all that belongs to the refinements of society, even in the heart of the wilderness.

Sam, by any foul chance did you overlook the lavender water ?" "No, sah; it am safe in de saddle-bags." "And the powder-puff, the small hand-mirror, and the curling-iron ?" "I saw to ebery one ob dem, sah." De Croix gave a deep sigh of relief, and rested back upon the cloak, negligently crossing his legs.
"Captain," he remarked slowly and thoughtfully, "you 've no idea the trouble that negro is to me.

Would you believe it?
he actually left my nail-brush behind at Detroit, and not another to be had for love or money this side of Montreal! And only last night he mislaid a box of rouge, and, by Saint Denis! I hardly dare hope there is so much as an ounce of it in the whole party." "I rather suspect not," was the somewhat crusty reply; "yet if a bit of bear's grease could be made to serve your turn, we might possibly find some among us." "I know not its virtue," admitted the Frenchman gravely; "yet if it reddens the lips it might be useful.

But that which I had came from the shop of Jessold in Paris, and is beyond all price." We were ten days upon this forest journey, from the time of our crossing the Maumee; and they were hard days, even to those of us long habituated to the hardships of border travel.

Indeed, I know few forms of exertion that so thoroughly test the mettle of men as journeying across the wilderness.