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wayfarer's attention, and is pointed out by a white-haired old 

 mendicant, said to be the son of one of the actors in the above 

 tragedy, as the very ground on which the murder was perpetrated. 

 Not one word of pity or remorse, however, escapes the lips of 

 this true Breton, who glories in the knowledge that the Chouans 

 fought for a righteous cause their legitimate Bourbon king 

 rather an old-fashioned virtue in the present day. 



On descending the westward slope of this mountain-land a 

 glorious view to the seaward meets the sight on every side. Below 

 us, and at no great distance, the broken coast-line, indented with 

 inlets, bays, and promontories, nigged and jagged by the ever-rest- 

 less waves, might be seen as far as Pont Aven to the east ; while, 

 further away westward, Penmarch, Pont 1'Abbe, and even the 

 storm-beaten headland of Bee du Raz, forming one horn of the 

 bay of Douarnenez, could be just descried by the naked eye. 

 Then, further yet, and outward, rolled the great Atlantic, immea- 

 surably spread beyond all. 



" See you yonder little island off Quimper, on the Pont 1'Abbe 

 side of the bay ? " said St. Prix, pointing to a spot of land looking 

 not much bigger than a man-of-war moored out at sea. 



" Quite distinctly," I replied. " I can even see the white foam 

 of the waves as they break on its shore." 



" Well, a strange adventure occurred during the last Anglo- 

 Gallic war to the owner of that island, the Baron Daoulaz ; and, 

 as he told me the tale himself, you shall hear it as it came from 

 his lips. The Baron, you must know, was a great farmer, and 

 having cultivated a portion of this isolated land, was in the habit 

 almost daily of rowing himself over, and paying a short visit of 

 inspection to a plantation he had recently formed, accompanied 

 by a black Newfoundland dog, his sole companion. It so hap- 

 pened at the same time that an English frigate stood off and on 

 that coast for weeks together watching the French fleet, then lying 

 securely in Brest Harbour, but preparing for sea under Admiral 



