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[Whitherspoon B. <un...@el...>]

Owns and broad straw hats, and not the fashions of the year before last,
now and then appeared to our acquaintance; near one ancient cottage an
old man, in the true habitant's red woollen cap with a long fall, leaned
over the bars of his gate and smoked a short pipe. By and by they came
to Jeune-Lorette, an almost ideally pretty hamlet, bordering the road on
either hand with galleried and balconied little houses, from which the
people bowed to them as they passed, and piously enclosing in its midst
the village church and churchyard. They soon after reached Lorette
itself, which they might easily have known for an Indian town by its
unkempt air, and the irregular attitudes in which the shabby cabins
lounged along the lanes that wandered through it, even if the Ellisons
had not known it already, or if they had not been welcomed by a pomp of
Indian boys and girls of all shades of darkness. The girls had
bead-wrought moccasins and work-bags to sell, and the boys bore bows and
arrows and burst into loud cr