"
"But, father, he says he will die in a great town."
"Then, my son, the crown of a little martyrdom is yours. Will you wear
it until this old man ends his days, and then come to Kaskaskia as your
reward? Or will you come trampling down your duty, and perhaps
shortening the life of your father's father? I will not lay any penance
on you for following this strong desire."
Jean's spirit moved through his rough features, and responded to the
priest's touch.
"I will wait, father," he said.
"You do right, my son. Now enjoy the remainder of this day, but do not
make it too long a trial to the old man dependent on you."
Jean Lozier knew very little about the fierce partisan war raging in
the Territory over separation and non-separation, and all the
consequences which lay beyond either. But he took his place in a sea of
listeners, having a man's object in life to struggle for. He was going
to live in Kaskaskia, and have a little house of his own, a cart and two
oxen; and when he had made enough by hauling bales from the wharf, he
could set up in trade.
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