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Jean Marquette had nothing French about him but his name. Indeed "ne'er a word of French" could the old man remember, for he had lived for many years on the bleak, northeast side of Labrador; and few folk knew why, for all his forbears from sunny France had studiously avoided the Atlantic seaboard.
Over his evening pipe, when the sparkling forks of fire bursting from the crackling logs seemed to materialize before his eyes again the scenes of his venturous life in the wild, as if they had been imperishably imprinted in the old trunks which had witnessed them, the old _coureur de bois_ spirit, and even accent, flashed out as he carried his listeners back into the gallant days of the men who founded the great _seigneuries_ which still stretch along the thousand miles of coast from the barren Atlantic seaboard to the bold heights of Quebec.