THAT man is brave who at the nod of fate
Will lay his life a willing offering down,
That they who loved him may know length of days;
May stay awhile upon this pleasant earth
Drinking its gladness and its vigour in,
Though he himself lie silent evermore,
Dead to the gentle calling of the Spring,
Dead to the warmth of Summer; wrapt in dream
So deep, so far, that never dreamer yet
Has waked to tell his dream. Men there may be
Who, careless of its worth, toss life away,
A counter in some feverish game of chance,
Or, stranger yet, will sell it day by day
For toys to play with; but a man who knows
The love of life and holds it dear and good,
Prizing each moment, yet will let it go
That others still may keep the precious thing-
He is the truly brave!
This did Cadieux,
A man who loved the wild and held each day
A gift from Le Bon Dieu to fill with joy
And offer back again to Him who gave
(See, now, Messieurs, his grave!) We hold it dear
The story you have heard-but no? ‘Tis strange,
For we all know the story of Cadieux!
He was a Frenchman born. One of an age
That glitters like a gem in history yet,
The Golden Age of France! ‘Twould seem, Messieurs,
That every country has a Golden Age?
Ah well, ah well!-
But this Cadieux, he came
No one knew whence, nor cared, indeed, to know.
His simple coming seemed to bring the day,
So strong was he, so gallant and so gay-
A maker of sweet songs; with voice so clear
‘Twas like the call of early-soaring bird
Hymning the sunrise; so at least ‘twould seem
Mehwatta thought-the slim Algonquin girl
Whose shy black eyes the singer loved to praise.
She taught him all the soft full-throated words
With which the Indian-warriors woo their brides,
And he taught her the dainty phrase of France
And made her little songs of love, like this:
‘Fresh is love in May
When the Spring is yearning,
Life is but a lay,
Love is quick in learning.
‘Sweet is love in June:
All the roses blowing
Whisper ‘neath the moon
Secrets for love’s knowing.
‘Sweet is love alway
When life burns to embers,
Hearts keep warm for aye
With what love remembers!’
Their wigwam rose beside the Calumet
Where the great waters thunder day and night
And dawn chased dawn away in gay content.
Then it so chanced, when many moons were spent,
The brave Cadieux and his brown brothers rose
To gather up their wealth of furs for trade;
And in that moment Fate upraised her hand
And, wantonly, loosed Death upon the trail,
Red death and terrible-the Iroquois!
(Oh, the long cry that rent the startled dawn!)
One way alone remained, if they would live-
The Calumet, the cataract-perchance
The good Saint Anne might help!
‘In God’s name, go!
Push off the great canoe, Mehwatta, go!-
Adieu, petite Mehwatta! Keep good cheer.
Say thou a prayer; beseech the good Saint Anne!-
For two must stay behind to hold the way,
And shall thy husband fail in time of need?
And would Mehwatta’s eyes behold him shamed?-
Adieu!’-Oh, swift the waters bear them on!
Now the good God be merciful! ….
They stayed,
Cadieux and one Algonquin, and they played
With a bewildered foe, as children play,
Crying ‘Lo, here am I!’ and then ‘Lo, here!’ ‘Lo, there!’
Their muskets spoke from everywhere at once-
So swift they ran behind the friendly trees,
They seemed a host with Death for General-
And the fierce foe fell back.
But ere they went
Their wing
(Isabel Ecclestone Mackay)
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