human
Let us talk of Canada, said he.
gpt
I have no friends yet to offer you, though you shall have some young dogs like yourself very soon. What do you like?--riding, hunting, a quiet minuet on the terrace, eh? Ah me, the coquettes of Quebec! I well remember them.
human
I will tell you why I love Canada, continued the Chevalier.
gpt
It was there that I passed my military youth. Have you ever eaten Indian bean-cake?
human
I have tasted it.
gpt
And that was enough, eh? But I have lived on it for eight weeks in an Iroquois village. Yes, eight weeks bean-cake was the most horrible of my experiences, except when I saw the hand of an unfortunate Potawatomie turn up in an Abenaki broth-pot. Do you remember General Montcalm?
human
I was not born in his time.
gpt
I saw him die, and heard him refuse to let the women of Quebec weep for him. Montcalm, sir, was the last hero of France. They glorify Lafayette, but between ourselves Lafayette is more the drum-major than the general.
human
The lost children of France do not forget the defender of Quebec.
gpt
But who now passes from there to here? The _noblesse_ of the colony sank embracing each other on the luckless ship _Auguste_ in which they fled to France. Alas, my friends so brave and so lovely! Ah, Varennes and La Vérandrye, and you my poor Lady de Mezière! Senneville also, my dearest friend, he murmured, speaking to the spirits.
human
La Corne alone escaped. Pardon me, Monsieur. Who is now Seigneur of Berthier?
gpt
Captain Cuthbert.
human
In place of the Courthillaux! And of Répentigny?
gpt
General Christie.
human
In place of Le Gardeurs! And of Longueuil?
gpt
Captain Grant.
human
In the stead of the Le Moynes!
gpt
He married one of them and calls himself Baron de Longueuil.
human
An Englishman Baron of Longueuil! Shades of Le Moyne d'Iberville! And what of La Corne, who used to put on warpaint and dance around the council fires waving a tomahawk against the English?
gpt
Good old Colonel La Corne! He is now a loyal subject of the king of Great Britain, and very distinguished in the late American war.
human
My God, what impossibilities within thirty years!