The Hidden Children by Robert William Chambers Chapter 19 Page 5

put them on she showed them to me with eager and tender pride, kissing each soft and beaded shoe before she drew it over her slender foot. Around her throat, lying against her heart, nestled her father’s faded picture. And as we sped I could hear her murmuring to herself:

“Jean Coeur! Jean Coeur! Enfin! Me voici en chemin!”

North, always north we journeyed, moving swiftly on a level runway, or, at fault, checked until the Sagamore found the path, sometimes picking our dangerous ways over the glistening bog, from swale to log, now leaping for some solid root or bunch of weed, now swinging across quicksands, hanging to tested branches by our hands.

Duller grew the light as the foliage overhead became denser, until we could scarce see the