CHAPITRE NEUVIEME

— 198 @ Btue—

L'HOMME DE LABRANOR.

Légende Canadienne.

Avaunt, and quit my sight ! let the earth hide ihee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold,

Thuu hast no speculation in those eyes,

Which thou dost glare with.

What man dare, I dare :

Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, The arm’d rhinoceros, or Hyrcanian tyger, Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble : or be alive again,

And dare me tothe desert with thy sword ; If trembling I inhibit, then protest me

The baby of a girl. Hence, terrible shadow !

Unreal mock?ry hence !