Captain Papillon. 



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its top, and then saw in front of them a valley entirely 

 blocked up with snow, with nothing to break the white 

 .surface except a couple of chimney pots, from which 

 curled blue wreaths of smoke. " I wonder who lives 

 there," remarked my friend. " Captain Papillon," an- 

 swered the resident, who explained that the great 

 "' David " had married and settled down, on condition 

 •that he should race no more. 



