Old Kaskaskia
Catherwood, Mary Hartwell, 1847-1902
English
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OLD KASKASKIA
BY
MARY HARTWELL CATHERWOOD
AUTHOR OF "THE LADY OF FORT ST. JOHN," "THE ROMANCE OF DOLLARD," ETC.
BOSTON AND NEW YORK
HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN AND COMPANY
The Riverside Press, Cambridge
1893
Copyright, 1893,
By HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN & CO., and
MARY HARTWELL CATHERWOOD.
All rights reserved.
The Riverside Press, Cambridge, Mass., U. S. A.
Electrotyped and Printed by H. O. Houghton & Company.
CONTENTS.
[Pg 1]
OLD KASKASKIA.
PART FIRST.
THE BONFIRE OF ST. JOHN.
Early in the century, on a summer evening, Jean Lozier stood on thebluff looking at Kaskaskia. He loved it with the homesick longing of onewho is born for towns and condemned to the fields. Moses looking intothe promised land had such visions and ideals as this old lad cherished.Jean was old in feeling, though not yet out of his teens. Thetraining-masters of life had got him early, and found under his redsunburn and knobby joints, his black eyes and bushy eyebrows, the naturethat passionately aspires. The town of Kaskaskia was his sweetheart. Ittantalized him with advantage and growth while he had to turn the[Pg 2] clodsof the upland. The long peninsula on which Kaskaskia stood, between theOkaw and the Mississippi rivers, lay below him in the glory of sunset.Southward to the point spread lands owned by the parish, and known asthe common pasture. Jean could see the church of the ImmaculateConception and the tower built for its ancient bell, the conventnorthward, and all the pleasant streets bowered in trees. The wharf wascrowded with vessels from New Orleans and Cahokia, and the arched stonebridge across the Okaw was a thoroughfare of hurrying carriages.
The road at the foot of the bluff, more than a hundred feet below Jean,showed its white flint belt in distant laps and stretches throughnorthern foliage. It led to the territorial governor's country-seat ofElvirade; thence to Fort Chartres and Prairie du Rocher; so on toCahokia, where it met the great trails of the far north. The road alsoswarmed with carriages and riders on horses, all moving toward ColonelPierre Menard's[Pg 3] house. Jean could not see his seignior's chimneys for
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