The Black Wolf's Breed: A Story of France in the Old World and the New, Happening in the Reign of Louis XIV

CHAPTER ITHE MASTERI T was late one dear moonlight night in the spring of17-, when three sjlent figures emerged from thewoodland darkness and struck aCross the wide extent ofrank grass which yet separated us from the bay. Tuskahomaled the way I a tall grim Choctaw chieftain, mycompanion on many a hunt, his streaming plumes flutteringbehind him as he strode. I followed, and after me,Le Corbeau Rouge, a funner of the Choctaws. Wewere returning to Biloxi from a reconnaissance in theChickasaw country.Each straight bchlnd the other, dumb and soundlessshadows, we passed along the way, hardly bruising aleaf or brushing the rustling reeds aside.I 'See, there is the light," grunted Tuskahoma, pointjngto a 'glimmer through the trees. rlYes, the ~lhiteProphet never sleeps," assented Le Corbeau Rouge.The light which marked our almost ended journeycame from a window in one of those Jow, square loghouses, fortress-dwellings, so common in the provinces.About the Publisher Forgotten Books is a publisher of historical writings, such as: Philosophy, Classics, Science, Religion, History, Folklore and Mythology.Forgotten Books' Classic Reprint Series utilizes the latest technology to regenerate facsimiles of historically important writings. Careful attention has been made to accurately preserve the original format of each page whilst digitally enhancing the difficult to read text. Read books online for free at http://www.forgottenbooks.org