Gilbert Parker,
Père Champagne
(1892)
“ There is a path—so wide!—between two groves of pines. On Whitefaced Mountain lies a glacier-field—and all is still." "The voice of you is far-away-like, Pretty Pierre—it shivers as a white hawk cries. It's the wind, the wind, may be." "There's not a breath of life from hill or valley." ”
Gilbert Parker,
Père Champagne
(1892)
“ I only see an eagle—and it flies toward Whitefaced Mountain." And Shon M'Gann and Pretty Pierre turned back from the end of their quest—from a mighty grave behind to a lonely waste before. And though one was snow-blind, and the other knew that on him fell the chiefer weight of a great misfortune, since he must provide food and fire and be as a mother to his comrade, they had courage—without which, men are as the standing straw in an unreaped field in winter, but, having which, become like the hooded pine that keepeth green in frost and hath the bounding blood in all its icy branches. ”
Gilbert Parker,
Père Champagne
(1892)
“ In the valley there is snow; in the snow, of all that was, there is one poppet-head of the mine that was called St. Gabriel—upon the poppet-head there is the figure of a woman." "Ah!" "She does not move——" "She will never move. Pretty Pierre?" "She will never move, Shon M'Gann." "The breath of my body gives hurt to me. There is death in the valley, Pretty Pierre?" "There is death in the valley." "It was an avalanche—that path you spake of between the pines?" ”
