Adventures of a Young Naturalist

CHAPTER I.

WHO WE ARE.--GRINGALET.--SUNRISE.--THE SUGAR-CANE.--A HALT.

It was the 20th April, 1864. The clock of the church of the convent of Saint Joseph de Grace chimed 4 A.M. just as we turned into the main street that leads out of the town.

Sumichrast took the lead. Tall in stature, noble in mien, and broad-shouldered, he was, in spite of his blue eyes and fair hair,...