In New France, which people more and
more called Canada,
from the old Iroquois word kanata, Duquet was everywhere—examining,
prying, measuring, observing, and calculating. Limbs and low-quality hardwood
waste became high-quality firewood, and every autumn he packed twenty wagons
full for the Kebec market and for Paris,
when he could charter available ships with the promise of a good return cargo
of tea or coffee or textiles, spices or china. Without the sure promise of a
rich return cargo, he thought, let the Parisians freeze, for all he cared.
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