returned home, to see what they could do to further the interests of the colony in Paris.  Among other things Champlain, who had tried without success to make a garden in the sandy soil of the island, begged them to provide the settlers with seeds, roots, cuttings and implements by which they might raise grain and vegetables and other provisions for themselves.  This would improve the health and also reduce the expenses of the colony, and the land about the new site was well adapted for cultivation.

Poutrincourt, foregathering with his friend Lescarbot soon after the lawyer had lost nearly all he possessed in a suit, recounted to him the woes of the colony, and found with pleasure that in spite of the doleful history of the last two years Lescarbot was eager to seek a new career in New France.

Helene came running in one morning in the early spring of 1606, to find old Jacqueline on the steps of the root-cellar with a heap of sprouting potatoes beside her.  Lescarbot was packing away in a panier such as she gave him, while under the whitening pear-tree a donkey stood, sleepily shaking his ears as he waited for orders.

“Oh, what are you doing, Uncle Marc?” she cried.

“Making ready to go to the land beyond the sunset, Mademoiselle la Princesse du Jardin de Paradis,” he said smiling.  “Sit down while the good mother gets the packets of seeds she promised me, and I will tell you a story.”

All curiosity and wonder, the little maid settled herself on the ancient worm-eaten bench, and Lescarbot began.

“It happened one day that men came and told the King that a great realm lay beyond the seas, where only wild men and animals lived, and that this realm was all his.  Now the wild men were not good for anything, for they had never been taught anything, but since the winters in that country were very cold the animals wore fur coats.  The King called to him a Chief Huntsman and told him that he might go and collect tribute from the fur coats of the animals, and that after he had given the King his share, the fur coats of all the animals belonged to him.”

“Did the animals know it?”

“I think they did, for they were accustomed to having men try to take away their fur coats.  All the other hunters were very angry when they found that the King had given this order, but the Chief Huntsman told them that they might have a share in the hunting, only they must ask his permission and pay tribute to the King; and that satisfied them for a while.

“The Chief Huntsman sailed to the far country and built a castle for himself and his men, and when winter came they found that it was indeed very cold—­so cold that the wine and the cider froze and had to be given out by the pound instead of the pint.  But that was not the worst of it.  There was a dragon.”

Helene’s blue eyes grew round with interest.