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LEVASSEUR'S HEROICS.
It would be somewhere about ten o'clock on the following morning, a full hour before the time appointed for sailing, when a canoe brought up alongside La Foudre, and a half-caste Indian stepped out of her and went up the ladder.

He was clad in drawers of hairy, untanned hide, and a red blanket served him for a cloak.

He was the bearer of a folded scrap of paper for Captain Levasseur.
The Captain unfolded the letter, sadly soiled and crumpled by contact with the half-caste's person.

Its contents may be roughly translated thus: "My well-beloved--I am in the Dutch brig Jongvrow, which is about to sail.