A TALE OF THE GRAND JARDIN 



as best I could; and though I was a 

 pretty stout walker, and carried but 

 little compared to him, it was only 

 shame that kept me from begging for 

 mercy on the long portages. 



"Only a few weeks after our trip to- 

 gether Duchene went out of his mind, 

 and took to the woods. For ten days he 

 wandered in the mountains without 

 food, gun or matches, but he appears to 

 have partially regained his senses, and 

 made for La Galette, where he arrived 

 in a very distressing condition. Under 

 his father's roof he fell into a harmless, 

 half-witted existence, which lasted for 

 several months. With the spring the fit 

 came upon him again and he disappear- 

 ed. The brothers followed his trail for 

 days, but lost it finally in the valley of 

 the Enf er, nor were they ever able to 

 discover further trace of him. No man 

 knows what end he made, nor where in 

 this great wilderness his bones are 

 bleaching. 



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