The Story of Tonty — Mary Hartwell Catherwood

Along the entire river front of Montreal camp-fires faded as the amphitheatre of night gradually dissolved around them. Canoes lay beached in one long row as if a shoal of huge fish had come to land. The lodges made a new street along Montreal wharf. Oblong figures of Indian women moved from shadow to shine, and children stole out to caper beside kettles where they could see their breakfasts steaming.