The Flamingo Feather by Kirk Munroe


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CONTENTS

CHAPTER

I. R�N� DE VEAUX
II. A WONDERFUL DELIVERANCE
III. CHITTA'S REVENGE
IV. HAS-SE IS HELD PRISONER
V. THE ESCAPE OF HAS-SE AND R�N�
VI. THE JOURNEY IN SEARCH OF FOOD
VII. CHITTA BECOMES A SEMINOLE
VIII. ON THE TRAIL
IX. A TRAP AVOIDED AND FRIENDS DISCOVERED
X. MUTINY AT FORT CAROLINE
XI. R�N�'S RETURN
XII. ABANDONING THE FORT
XIII. ARRIVAL OF JEAN RIBAULT
XIV. A NIGHT OF TERROR
XV. R�N� IN THE HANDS OF HIS ENEMIES
XVI. HAS-SE RECEIVES THE TOKEN
XVII. DEATH OF HAS-SE (THE SUNBEAM)
XVIII. THE FRENCH HAVE COME AGAIN
XIX. THE OLD WORLD ONCE MORE




ILLUSTRATIONS


ARRIVAL OF ADMIRAL RIBAULT'S FLEET . . . Frontispiece

R�N� SLIPPED QUICKLY THROUGH THE GATE

"FAREWELL, TA-LAH-LO-KO!"

THE DEATH OF HAS-SE




The Flamingo Feather


CHAPTER I

R�N� DE VEAUX

On a dreary winter's day, early in the year 1564, young R�n� de Veaux,
who had just passed his sixteenth birthday, left the dear old chateau
where he had spent his happy and careless boyhood, and started for Paris.
Less than a month before both his noble father and his gentle mother had
been taken from him by a terrible fever that had swept over the country,
and R�n� their only child, was left without a relative in the world
except his uncle the Chevalier R�n� de Laudonniere, after whom he was
named. In those days of tedious travel it seemed a weary time to the
lonely lad before the messenger who had gone to Paris with a letter
telling his uncle of his sad position could return. When at length he
came again, bringing a kind message that bade him come immediately to
Paris and be a son to his equally lonely uncle, R�n� lost no time in
obeying.

He travelled like a young prince, riding a spirited steed, and followed
by a party of servants, mounted and armed to protect him against robbers
and other perils of the way. Behind him rode old Fran�ois, who had been
his father's valet and was now his sole friend and protector. The big
tears rolled down the boy's cheeks as he turned for a last look at his
home; but as it was shut from view by the trees of the park surrounding
it, he brushed them away resolutely, and turning to his companion, said,

"Thou hast seen the last of my tears, Fran�ois, and with them goes my
boyhood; for hereafter I am to be a man, and men know not how to weep."

"Well spoken, my young master," replied the old servant, greatly pleased
at the brave words of the lad. "Thou art already a man in feeling, and
thine Uncle Laudonniere will presently make thee one in fact, if the
tales that come to us of his valorous deeds be true, and there is naught
to disprove them."

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