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I hesitated, studying the bark intently, pausing to look at her with a new and keenly searching question in my gaze.

“You have not shown me all,” I said.

“All that is written in the Iroquois tongue. But there were other things in the packet with this bark letter.” She opened it again upon her lap.

“Here is a soldier’s belt-buckle,” she said, offering it to me for my inspection.

It was made of silver and there were still traces of French gilt upon the device.

“Regiment de la Reine,” I read. “What regiment is that, Lois? I’m sure I’ve heard of it somewhere. Oh! Now I remember. It was a very celebrated French regiment —