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'"He is bad," says Red Jacket. "But he is a great chief. The
French have sent away a great chief. I thought so when he told us
his lies. Now I know."

'i had to go on to the party, so I asked him to call round for me
afterwards and we'd have hymn-singing at Toby's as usual.
"No," he says. "Tell Toby I am not Christian tonight. All
Indian." He had those fits sometimes. I wanted to know more
about Monsieur Peringuey, and the emigre party was the very
place to find out. It's neither here nor there, of course, but those
French emigre parties they almost make you cry. The men that
you bought fruit of in Market Street, the hairdressers and fencing-
masters and French teachers, they turn back again by candlelight
to what they used to be at home, and you catch their real names.
There wasn't much room in the washhouse, so I sat on top of the
copper and played 'em the tunes they called for - "Si le Roi m'avait
donne," and such nursery stuff. They cried sometimes. It hurt me
to take their money afterwards, indeed it did. And there I found
out about Monsieur Peringuey. He was a proper rogue too! None
of 'em had a good word for him except the Marquise that kept the
French boarding-house on Fourth Street. I made out that his real
name was the Count Talleyrand de Perigord - a priest right
enough, but sorely come down in the world. He'd been King
Louis' Ambassador to England a year or two back, before the
French had cut off King Louis' head; and, by what I heard, that
head wasn't hardly more than hanging loose before he'd run back
to Paris and prevailed on Danton, the very man which did the
murder, to send him back to England again as Ambassador of the
French Republic! That was too much for the English, so they
kicked him out by Act of Parliament, and he'd fled to the
Americas without money or friends or prospects. I'm telling you
the talk in the washhouse. Some of 'em was laughing over it. Says
the French Marquise, "My friends, you laugh too soon. That man
'll be on the winning side before any of us."

'"I did not know you were so fond of priests, Marquise," says
the Vicomte. His lady did my washing, as I've told you.

'"I have my reasons," says the Marquise. "He sent my uncle
and my two brothers to Heaven by the little door," - that was one
of the emigre names for the guillotine. "He will be on the winning
side if it costs him the blood of every friend he has in the world."

'"Then what does he want here?" says one of 'em. "We have
all lost our game."

'"My faith!" says the Marquise. "He will find out, if any one
can, whether this canaille of a Washington means to help us to
fight England. Genet" (that was my Ambassador in the Embuscade)
"has failed and gone off disgraced; Faucher" (he was the new man)
"hasn't done any better, but our Abbe will find out, and he will
make his profit out of the news. Such a man does not fall."

'"He begins unluckily," says the Vicomte. "He was set upon
today in the street for not hooting your Washington." They all
laughed again, and one remarks, "How does the poor devil keep
himself?"

'He must have slipped in through the washhouse door, for he
flits past me and joins 'em, cold as ice.

'"One does what one can," he says. "I sell buttons. And
you, Marquise?"

'"I?" - she waves her poor white hands all burned - "I am a
cook - a very bad one - at your service, Abbe. We were just
talking about you."

They didn't treat him like they talked of him. They backed off
and stood still.

'"I have missed something, then," he says. "But I spent this
last hour playing - only for buttons, Marquise - against a noble
savage, the veritable Huron himself."

'"You had your usual luck, I hope?" she says.

'"Certainly," he says. "I cannot afford to lose even buttons in
these days."

'"Then I suppose the child of nature does not know that your
dice are usually loaded, Father Tout-a-tous," she continues. I
don't know whether she meant to accuse him of cheating. He
only bows.
'"Not yet, Mademoiselle Cunegonde," he says, and goes on
to make himself agreeable to the rest of the company. And that
was how I found out our Monsieur Peringuey was Count Charles
Maurice Talleyrand de Perigord.'

Pharaoh stopped, but the children said nothing.

'You've heard of him?' said Pharaoh.

Una shook her head.
'Was Red Jacket the Indian he played dice with?' Dan asked.

'He was. Red Jacket told me the next time we met. I asked if the
lame man had cheated. Red Jacket said no - he had played quite
fair and was a master player. I allow Red Jacket knew. I've seen
him, on the Reservation, play himself out of everything he had
and in again. Then I told Red Jacket all I'd heard at the party
concerning Talleyrand.

'"I was right," he says. "I saw the man's war-face when he
thought he was alone. That's why I played him. I played him face
to face. He's a great chief. Do they say why he comes here?"

'"They say he comes to find out if Big Hand makes war against
the English," I said.

'Red Jacket grunted. "Yes," he says. "He asked me that too. If
he had been a small chief I should have lied. But he is a great chief.
He knew I was a chief, so I told him the truth. I told him what Big
Hand said to Cornplanter and me in the clearing - 'There will be
no war.' I could not see what he thought. I could not see behind
his face. But he is a great chief. He will believe."

'"Will he believe that Big Hand can keep his people back from
war?" I said, thinking of the crowds that hooted Big Hand
whenever he rode out.

'"He is as bad as Big Hand is good, but he is not as strong as
Big Hand," says Red Jacket. "When he talks with Big Hand he
will feel this in his heart. The French have sent away a great chief.
Presently he will go back and make them afraid."

'Now wasn't that comical? The French woman that knew him
and owed all her losses to him; the Indian that picked him up, cut
and muddy on the street, and played dice with him; they neither
of 'em doubted that Talleyrand was something by himself -
appearances notwithstanding.'

'And was he something by himself?' asked Una.

Pharaoh began to laugh, but stopped. 'The way I look at it,'he
said, 'Talleyrand was one of just three men in this world who are
quite by themselves. Big Hand I put first, because I've seen him.'
'Ay,' said Puck. 'I'm sorry we lost him out of Old England.
Who d'you put second?'

'Talleyrand: maybe because I've seen him too,' said Pharaoh.

'Who's third?'said Puck.

'Boney - even though I've seen him.'

'Whew!' said Puck. 'Every man has his own weights and
measures, but that's queer reckoning.'
'Boney?' said Una. 'You don't mean you've ever met
Napoleon Bonaparte?'

'There, I knew you wouldn't have patience with the rest of my
tale after hearing that! But wait a minute. Talleyrand he come
round to Hundred and Eighteen in a day or two to thank Toby for
his kindness. I didn't mention the dice-playing, but I could see
that Red Jacket's doings had made Talleyrand highly curious
about Indians - though he would call him the Huron. Toby, as you
may believe, was all holds full of knowledge concerning their
manners and habits. He only needed a listener. The Brethren
don't study Indians much till they join the Church, but Toby
knew 'em wild. So evening after evening Talleyrand crossed his
sound leg over his game one and Toby poured forth. Having been
adopted into the Senecas I, naturally, kept still, but Toby 'ud call
on me to back up some of his remarks, and by that means, and a
habit he had of drawing you on in talk, Talleyrand saw I knew
something of his noble savages too. Then he tried a trick. Coming
back from an emigre party he turns into his little shop and puts it to
me, laughing like, that I'd gone with the two chiefs on their visit
to Big Hand. I hadn't told. Red Jacket hadn't told, and Toby, of
course, didn't know. 'Twas just Talleyrand's guess. "Now," he
says, my English and Red Jacket's French was so bad that I am
not sure I got the rights of what the President really said to the
unsophisticated Huron. Do me the favour of telling it again." I
told him every word Red Jacket had told him and not one word
more. I had my suspicions, having just come from an emigre party
where the Marquise was hating and praising him as usual.

'"Much obliged," he said. "But I couldn't gather from Red
Jacket exactly what the President said to Monsieur Genet, or to
his American gentlemen after Monsieur Genet had ridden away.

'I saw Talleyrand was guessing again, for Red Jacket hadn't
told him a word about the white men's pow-wow.'

'Why hadn't he?' Puck asked.

'Because Red Jacket was a chief. He told Talleyrand what the
President had said to him and Cornplanter; but he didn't repeat
the talk, between the white men, that Big Hand ordered him to
leave behind.
'Oh!' said Puck. 'I see. What did you do?'

'First I was going to make some sort of tale round it, but
Talleyrand was a chief too. So I said, "As soon as I get Red
Jacket's permission to tell that part of the tale, I'll be delighted to
refresh your memory, Abbe." What else could I have done?

'"Is that all?" he says, laughing. "Let me refresh your
memory. In a month from now I can give you a hundred dollars
for your account of the conversation."

'"Make it five hundred, Abbe," I says.
'"Five, then," says he.

'"That will suit me admirably," I says. "Red Jacket will be in
town again by then, and the moment he gives me leave I'll claim
the money."

'He had a hard fight to be civil, but he come out smiling.

'"Monsieur," he says, "I beg your pardon as sincerely as I
envy the noble Huron your loyalty. Do me the honour to sit
down while I explain."

'There wasn't another chair, so I sat on the button-box.

'He was a clever man. He had got hold of the gossip that the
President meant to make a peace treaty with England at any cost.
He had found out - from Genet, I reckon, who was with the
President on the day the two chiefs met him. He'd heard that
Genet had had a huff with the President and had ridden off leaving
his business at loose ends. What he wanted - what he begged and
blustered to know - was just the very words which the President
had said to his gentlemen after Genet had left, concerning the
peace treaty with England. He put it to me that in helping him to
those very words I'd be helping three great countries as well as
mankind. The room was as bare as the palm of your hand, but I
couldn't laugh at him.

'"I'm sorry," I says, when he wiped his forehead. "As soon as
Red Jacket gives permission -"

'"You don't believe me, then?" he cuts in.
'"Not one little, little word, Abbe," I says; "except that you
mean to be on the winning side. Remember, I've been fiddling to
all your old friends for months."

'Well, then his temper fled him and he called me names.

'"Wait a minute, ci-devant," I says at last. "I am half English
and half French, but I am not the half of a man. I will tell thee
something the Indian told me. Has thee seen the President?"

'"Oh yes!" he sneers. "I had letters from the Lord Lansdowne
to that estimable old man."

'"Then," I says, "thee will understand. The Red Skin said that
when thee has met the President thee will feel in thy heart he is a
stronger man than thee."

'"Go!" he whispers. "Before I kill thee, go."

'He looked like it. So I left him.'

'Why did he want to know so badly?' said Dan.

'The way I look at it is that if he had known for certain that
Washington meant to make the peace treaty with England at any
price, he'd ha' left old Faucher fumbling about in Philadelphia
while he went straight back to France and told old Danton - "It's
no good your wasting time and hopes on the United States,
because she won't fight on our side - that I've proof of!" Then
Danton might have been grateful and given Talleyrand a job,
because a whole mass of things hang on knowing for sure who's
your friend and who's your enemy. just think of us poor shop-
keepers, for instance.'

'Did Red Jacket let you tell, when he came back?' Una asked.

'Of course not. He said, "When Cornplanter and I ask you
what Big Hand said to the whites you can tell the Lame Chief. All
that talk was left behind in the timber, as Big Hand ordered. Tell
the Lame Chief there will be no war. He can go back to France
with that word."

'Talleyrand and me hadn't met for a long time except at emigre
parties. When I give him the message he just shook his head. He
was sorting buttons in the shop.

'I cannot return to France with nothing better than the word
of an unsophisticated savage," he says.

'"Hasn't the President said anything to you?" I asked him.

'"He has said everything that one in his position ought to say,
but - but if only I had what he said to his Cabinet after Genet rode
off I believe I could change Europe - the world, maybe."
'"I'm sorry," I says. "Maybe you'll do that without my help."

'He looked at me hard. "Either you have unusual observation
for one so young, or you choose to be insolent," he says.

'"It was intended for a compliment," I says. "But no odds.
We're off in a few days for our summer trip, and I've come to
make my good-byes."

'"I go on my travels too," he says. "If ever we meet again you
may be sure I will do my best to repay what I owe you."

'"Without malice, Abbe, I hope," I says.

'"None whatever," says he. "Give my respects to your
adorable Dr Pangloss" (that was one of his side-names for Toby)
"and the Huron." I never could teach him the difference betwixt
Hurons and Senecas.

'Then Sister Haga came in for a paper of what we call "pilly
buttons," and that was the last I saw of Talleyrand in those parts.'

'But after that you met Napoleon, didn't you?' said Una.
'Wait Just a little, dearie. After that, Toby and I went to
Lebanon and the Reservation, and, being older and knowing
better how to manage him, I enjoyed myself well that summer
with fiddling and fun. When we came back, the Brethren got after
Toby because I wasn't learning any lawful trade, and he had hard
work to save me from being apprenticed to Helmbold and Geyer
the printers. 'Twould have ruined our music together, indeed it
would. And when we escaped that, old Mattes Roush, the
leather-breeches maker round the corner, took a notion I was cut
out for skin-dressing. But we were rescued. Along towards
Christmas there comes a big sealed letter from the Bank saying
that a Monsieur Talleyrand had put five hundred dollars - a
hundred pounds - to my credit there to use as I pleased. There was
a little note from him inside - he didn't give any address - to thank
me for past kindnesses and my believing in his future, which he
said was pretty cloudy at the time of writing. I wished Toby to
share the money. I hadn't done more than bring Talleyrand up to
Hundred and Eighteen. The kindnesses were Toby's. But Toby
said, "No! Liberty and Independence for ever. I have all my
wants, my son." So I gave him a set of new fiddle-strings, and the
Brethren didn't advise us any more. Only Pastor Meder he
preached about the deceitfulness of riches, and Brother Adam
Goos said if there was war the English 'ud surely shoot down the
Bank. I knew there wasn't going to be any war, but I drew the
money out and on Red Jacket's advice I put it into horse-flesh,
which I sold to Bob Bicknell for the Baltimore stage-coaches.
That way, I doubled my money inside the twelvemonth.'
'You gipsy! You proper gipsy!' Puck shouted.

'Why not? 'Twas fair buying and selling. Well, one thing
leading to another, in a few years I had made the beginning of a
worldly fortune and was in the tobacco trade.'

'Ah!' said Puck, suddenly. 'Might I inquire if you'd ever sent
any news to your people in England - or in France?'

'O' course I had. I wrote regular every three months after I'd
made money in the horse trade. We Lees don't like coming home
empty-handed. If it's only a turnip or an egg, it's something. Oh
yes, I wrote good and plenty to Uncle Aurette, and - Dad don't
read very quickly - Uncle used to slip over Newhaven way and
tell Dad what was going on in the tobacco trade.'

'I see -

Aurettes and Lees -
Like as two peas.

Go on, Brother Square-toes,' said Puck. Pharaoh laughed and went on.

'Talleyrand he'd gone up in the world same as me. He'd sailed
to France again, and was a great man in the Government there
awhile, but they had to turn him out on account of some story
about bribes from American shippers. All our poor emigres said he
was surely finished this time, but Red Jacket and me we didn't
think it likely, not unless he was quite dead. Big Hand had made
his peace treaty with Great Britain, just as he said he would, and
there was a roaring trade 'twixt England and the United States for
such as 'ud take the risk of being searched by British and French
men-o'-war. Those two was fighting, and just as his gentlemen
told Big Hand 'ud happen - the United States was catching it
from both. If an English man-o'-war met an American ship he'd
press half the best men out of her, and swear they was British
subjects. Most of 'em was! If a Frenchman met her he'd, likely,
have the cargo out of her, swearing it was meant to aid and
comfort the English; and if a Spaniard or a Dutchman met her -
they was hanging on to England's coat-tails too - Lord only
knows what they wouldn't do! It came over me that what I wanted
in my tobacco trade was a fast-sailing ship and a man who could
be French, English, or American at a pinch. Luckily I could lay
my hands on both articles. So along towards the end of
September in the year 'Ninety-nine I sailed from Philadelphia
with a hundred and eleven hogshead o' good Virginia tobacco, in
the brig BERTHE AURETTE, named after Mother's maiden name,
hoping 'twould bring me luck, which she didn't - and yet she did.'

'Where was you bound for?' Puck asked.

'Er - any port I found handiest. I didn't tell Toby or the
Brethren. They don't understand the ins and outs of the tobacco trade.'

Puck coughed a small cough as he shifted a piece of wood with
his bare foot.

'It's easy for you to sit and judge,' Pharaoh cried. 'But think o'
what we had to put up with! We spread our wings and run across
the broad Atlantic like a hen through a horse-fair. Even so, we
was stopped by an English frigate, three days out. He sent a boat
alongside and pressed seven able seamen. I remarked it was hard
on honest traders, but the officer said they was fighting all
creation and hadn't time to argue. The next English frigate we
escaped with no more than a shot in our quarter. Then we was
chased two days and a night by a French privateer, firing between
squalls, and the dirty little English ten-gun brig which made him
sheer off had the impudence to press another five of our men.
That's how we reached to the chops of the Channel. Twelve good
men pressed out of thirty-five; an eighteen-pound shot-hole close
beside our rudder; our mainsail looking like spectacles where the
Frenchman had hit us - and the Channel crawling with short-
handed British cruisers. Put that in your pipe and smoke it next
time you grumble at the price of tobacco!

'Well, then, to top it off, while we was trying to get at our
leaks, a French lugger come swooping at us out o' the dusk. We
warned him to keep away, but he fell aboard us, and up climbed
his Jabbering red-caps. We couldn't endure any more - indeed we
couldn't. We went at 'em with all we could lay hands on. It didn't
last long. They was fifty odd to our twenty-three. Pretty soon I
heard the cutlasses thrown down and some one bellowed for the
sacri captain.

'"Here I am!" I says. "I don't suppose it makes any odds to you
thieves, but this is the United States brig BERTHE AURETTE."

'"My aunt!" the man says, laughing. "Why is she named that?"

'"Who's speaking?" I said. 'Twas too dark to see, but I
thought I knew the voice.

'"Enseigne de Vaisseau Estephe L'Estrange," he sings out, and
then I was sure.

'"Oh!" I says. "It's all in the family, I suppose, but you have
done a fine day's work, Stephen."

'He whips out the binnacle-light and holds it to my face. He
was young L'Estrange, my full cousin, that I hadn't seen since the
night the smack sank off Telscombe Tye - six years before.

'"Whew!" he says. "That's why she was named for Aunt
Berthe, is it? What's your share in her, Pharaoh?"

'"Only half owner, but the cargo's mine."

'"That's bad," he says. "I'll do what I can, but you shouldn't
have fought us."
'"Steve," I says, "you aren't ever going to report our little
fall-out as a fight! Why, a Revenue cutter 'ud laugh at it!"

'"So'd I if I wasn't in the Republican Navy," he says. "But two
of our men are dead, d'ye see, and I'm afraid I'll have to take you

to the Prize Court at Le Havre."

'"Will they condemn my 'baccy?" I asks.

'"To the last ounce. But I was thinking more of the ship. She'd
make a sweet little craft for the Navy if the Prize Court 'ud let me
have her," he says.

'Then I knew there was no hope. I don't blame him - a man
must consider his own interests, but nigh every dollar I had was
in ship or cargo, and Steve kept on saying, "You shouldn't have
fought us."

'Well, then, the lugger took us to Le Havre, and that being the
one time we did want a British ship to rescue us, why, o' course
we never saw one. My cousin spoke his best for us at the Prize
Court. He owned he'd no right to rush alongside in the face o' the
United States flag, but we couldn't get over those two men killed,
d'ye see, and the Court condemned both ship and cargo. They
was kind enough not to make us prisoners - only beggars - and
young L'Estrange was given the BERTHE AURETTE to re-arm into the
French Navy.

'"I'll take you round to Boulogne," he says. "Mother and the
rest'll be glad to see you, and you can slip over to Newhaven with
Uncle Aurette. Or you can ship with me, like most o' your men,
and take a turn at King George's loose trade. There's plenty
pickings," he says.

'Crazy as I was, I couldn't help laughing.

'"I've had my allowance of pickings and stealings," I says.
"Where are they taking my tobacco?" 'Twas being loaded on to a barge.

'"Up the Seine to be sold in Paris," he says. "Neither you nor I
will ever touch a penny of that money."

'"Get me leave to go with it," I says. "I'll see if there's justice to
be gotten out of our American Ambassador."

'"There's not much justice in this world," he says, "without a
Navy." But he got me leave to go with the barge and he gave me
some money. That tobacco was all I had, and I followed it like a
hound follows a snatched bone. Going up the river I fiddled a little
to keep my spirits up, as well as to make friends with the guard.
They was only doing their duty. Outside o' that they were the
reasonablest o' God's creatures. They never even laughed at me.
So we come to Paris, by river, along in November, which the
French had christened Brumaire. They'd given new names to all
the months, and after such an outrageous silly piece o' business as
that, they wasn't likely to trouble 'emselves with my rights and
wrongs. They didn't. The barge was laid up below Notre Dame
church in charge of a caretaker, and he let me sleep aboard after I'd
run about all day from office to office, seeking justice and fair
dealing, and getting speeches concerning liberty. None heeded
me. Looking back on it I can't rightly blame 'em. I'd no money,
my clothes was filthy mucked; I hadn't changed my linen in
weeks, and I'd no proof of my claims except the ship's papers,
which, they said, I might have stolen. The thieves! The door-
keeper to the American Ambassador - for I never saw even the
Secretary - he swore I spoke French a sight too well for an
American citizen. Worse than that - I had spent my money, d'ye
see, and I - I took to fiddling in the streets for my keep; and - and,
a ship's captain with a fiddle under his arm - well, I don't blame
'em that they didn't believe me.

'I come back to the barge one day - late in this month Brumaire
it was - fair beazled out. Old Maingon, the caretaker, he'd lit a fire
in a bucket and was grilling a herring.

'"Courage, mon ami," he says. "Dinner is served."

'"I can't eat," I says. "I can't do any more. It's stronger
than I am."
'"Bah!" he says. "Nothing's stronger than a man. Me, for
example! Less than two years ago I was blown up in the Orient in
Aboukir Bay, but I descended again and hit the water like a fairy.
Look at me now," he says. He wasn't much to look at, for he'd
only one leg and one eye, but the cheerfullest soul that ever trod
shoe-leather. "That's worse than a hundred and eleven hogshead
of 'baccy," he goes on. "You're young, too! What wouldn't I give
to be young in France at this hour! There's nothing you couldn't
do," he says. "The ball's at your feet - kick it!" he says. He kicks
the old fire-bucket with his peg-leg. "General Buonaparte, for
example!" he goes on. "That man's a babe compared to me, and
see what he's done already. He's conquered Egypt and Austria
and Italy - oh! half Europe!" he says, "and now he sails back to
Paris, and he sails out to St Cloud down the river here -don't stare
at the river, you young fool! - and all in front of these pig-jobbing
lawyers and citizens he makes himself Consul, which is as good as
a King. He'll be King, too, in the next three turns of the capstan -
King of France, England, and the world! Think o' that!" he
shouts, "and eat your herring."

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