They were tired and travel-stained, with their belongings in packs on the shoulders of the men, and the joy of the venturer in their eager faces.
"The Maid of the Whispering Hills"
Vingie E. Roe
Also there was that venturer of the great beauty and the silken curls who had spoken so prettily.
"The Maid of the Whispering Hills"
Vingie E. Roe
And long before they reached Deer Lake word had been brought to that new venturer in his post on the Saskatchewan, Alfred de Courtenay, and he was keenly alert.
"The Maid of the Whispering Hills"
Vingie E. Roe