"
"I didn't know you were a politician," said Carnac. "Of course I'm a
politician," was the inflammable reply. "What's commerce without
politics? It's politics that makes the commerce possible. There's that
fellow Barouche--Barode Barouche--he's got no money, but he's a Minister,
and he can make you rich or poor by planning legislation at Ottawa
that'll benefit or hamper you. That's the kind of business that's worth
doing--seeing into the future, fashioning laws that make good men happy
and bad men afraid. Don't I know! I'm a master-man in my business;
nothing defeats me. To me, a forest of wild wood is the future palace of
a Prime Minister. A great river is a pathway to the palace, and all the
thousands of men that work the river are the adventurers that bring the
booty home--"
"That bring 'the palace to Paris,' eh!" interrupted Carnac, laughing.
"Paris be damned--that bring the forest to Quebec. How long did it take
you to make that?" he added with a nod towards the statue.
"Oh, I did it in a day--six hours, I think; and he stood like that for
three hours out of the six. He was great, but he'd no more sense of
civilization than I have of Heaven."
"You don't need to have a sense of Heaven, you need to have a sense of
Hell.
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