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passed, then shifted to the ships, - the “ The curfew tolls, the knell of parting day, Squirrel, the Leostaff, the Seahorse, and The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, the rest, - and lastly to where the army

The ploughman homeward plods his weary

way, of Bougainville lay. Then there came

And leaves the world to darkness and to towards him an officer, who said quietly,

me." “ The tide has turned, sir.” For reply the general made a swift motion towards I have heard finer voices than his, the maintop shrouds, and almost instant- it was as tin beside Doltaire's, but ly lanterns showed in them. In response something in it pierced me that night, the crowded boats began to cast away, and I felt the man, the perfect hero, and, immediately descending, the general when he said — passed into his own boat, drew to the

“ The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, front, and drifted in the current ahead

And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er of his gallant men, the ships following gave, after.

Await alike the inevitable hour. It was two by the clock when the boats

The paths of glory lead but to the grave." began to move, and slowly we ranged Soon afterwards we neared the end down the stream, carried by the current, of our quest, the tide carrying us in to silently steered. No paddle, no creak- shore; and down from the dark heights ing oarlock, broke the stillness. I was there came a challenge, satisfied by an in the next boat to the generals, for, officer who said we were provision-boats with Clark and twenty-two other volun- for Montcalm. Then came the batteries teers to the forlorn hope, I was to show of Samos. Again we passed with the the way up the heights, and we were near same excuse, and we rounded a headland, to his person for over two hours that and the great work was begun. night. No moon was shining, but I could The boats of the Light Infantry swung see him plainly; and once, when our in to shore. No sentry challenged, but boats almost touched, he saw me, and I knew that at the top Lancy's tents said graciously, “If they get up, Mr. were set.

When the Light Infantry Stobo, you are free to serve yourself.” had landed, we twenty-four volunteers

My heart was full of love of country stood still for a moment, and I pointed then, and I answered, “I hope, sir, to out the way. Before we started, we serve you till your flag is hoisted in the stooped beside a brook that leaped lightcitadel.”

ly down the ravine, and drank a little He turned to a young midshipman be- rum and water. Then I led the way, side him, and said, “How old are you, Clark at one side of me, and a soldier sir ?”

of the Light Infantry at the other. It Seventeen, sir," was the reply. was hard climbing, but, following in our “ It is the most lasting passion,” he careful steps as silently as they might, said, musing

the good fellows came eagerly after. It seemed to me then, and I still think Once a rock broke loose and came tumit, that the passion he meant was love of bling down, but plunged into a thicket, country. A moment afterwards I heard where it stayed ; else it might have done hiin recite to the officers about him, in a for us entirely. I breathed freely when low clear tone, verses by Mr. Gray, the it stopped. Once, too, a branch cracked poet, which I had never then read, though loudly, and we lay still; but hearing no


, I have prized them since. Under those thing above, we pushed on, and, sweatfrowning heights, and the smell from our ing greatly, came close to the top. roaring thirty-two-pounders in the air, I Here I drew back with Clark, for such heard him say

honor as there might be in gaining the




heights first I wished to go to these sol- in open field, though the French had in diers who had trusted their lives to my their whole army twice the number of guidance. I let six go by and reach the our men, a walled and provisioned city heights, and then I drew myself up. We behind them, and field-pieces in great did not stir till all twenty-four were up; number to bring against us. then we made a dash for the tents of But there was bungling with them. Lancy, which now showed in the first Vaudreuil hung back or came tardily gray light of morning. We made a dash from Beauport; Bougainville had not yet for them, were discovered, and shots arrived; and when they might have pitgreeted us; but we were on them instant- ted twice our number against us, they ly, and in a moment I had the pleasure had not many more than we. With of putting a bullet in Lancy's heel, and Bougainville behind us and Montcalm brought him down. Our cheers told the in front, we might have been checked, general the news, and soon hundreds of though there was no man in all our soldiers were climbing the hard way that army but believed that we should win we had come.

the day. I could plainly see Montcalm, And now while an army climbed to mounted on a dark horse, riding along the heights of Maître Abraham, Admiral the lines as they formed against us, wavSaunders in the gray dawn was bombard- ing his sword, a truly gallant figure, and ing Montcalm’s encampment, and boats he was answered by a roar of applause filled with marines and soldiers drew to and greeting. On the left their Indians the Beauport flats, as if to land there, and burghers overlapped our second line, while shots, bombs, shells, and carcasses where Townsend with Amherst's and the were hurled from Levis upon the town, Light Infantry, and Colonel Burton with deceiving Montcalm; until at last, sus- the Royal Americans and Light Infanpecting, he rode towards the town at six try, guarded our flank, prepared to meet o'clock, and saw our scarlet ranks spread Bougainville. In vain our foes tried to across the plains between him and Bou- get between our right flank and the river; gainville, and on the crest, nearer to him, Otway's Regiment, thrown out, defeated eying us in amazement, the white-coated that. battalion of Guienne, which should the It was my hope that Doltaire was day before have occupied the very ground with Montcalm, and that we might meet held by Lancy. A slight rain falling and end our quarrel. I came to know added to their gloom, but cheered us. afterwards that it was he who had inIt gave us a better light to fight by, for duced Montcalm to send the battalion of in the clear September air, the bright sun Guienne to the heights above the Anse shining in our faces, they would have du Foulon, knowing well that I had seen bad us at advantage.

the passage in the mountain, and that I In another hour the gates of St. John would make our general acquainted with and St. Louis emptied out upon this bat- it. The battalion had not been moved tlefield a warring flood of our foes. It till twenty-four hours after the order was was a handsome sight: the white uni- given, or we should never have gained forms of the brave regiments, Roussil- those heights : stones rolled from the lon, La Sarre, Guienne, Languedoc, cliff would have destroyed an army. Béarn, mixed with the dark, excitable We waited, Clark and I, with the militia, the sturdy burghers of the town, Louisburg Grenadiers while they formed. a band of coureurs de bois in their rough We made no noise, but stood steady and hunter's costume, and whooping Indians, still, the bagpipes of the Highlanders painted and furious, ready to eat us. shrilly challenging. At eight o'clock At last here was to be a test of fighting sharpshooters began firing on us from


the left, and skirmishers were thrown wild rattle; two columns moving upon out to hold them in check, or dislodge our right and one upon our left, firing obthem and drive them from the houses liquely and constantly as they marched. where they sheltered, from which they Then came the command to rise, and we galled Townsend's men. Their field stood and waited, our muskets loaded pieces opened on us, too, and yet we did with an extra ball. I could feel the stern nothing, but at nine o'clock, being or- malice in our ranks, as we stood there and dered, lay down and waited still. There took, without returning a shot, that damwas no restlessness, no anxiety, no show nable fire. Minute after minute passed ; of doubt, for these men of ours were old then came the sharp command to adfighters, and they trusted their leaders. vance. We did so, and again halted, and From bushes, trees, coverts, and fields yet no shot came from us. We stood of grain there came that constant hail there, a long palisade of red. of fire, and there fell upon our ranks a At last, from where I was I saw our doggedness, a quiet anger, which grew general raise his sword, a command into a grisly patience. The only pleasure rang down the long line of battle, and, we had in ten long hours was in watch- like one terrible cannon-shot, our musing our two brass six-pounders play upon kets sang together with as perfect a prethe irregular ranks of our foes, making cision as on a private field of exercise. confusion, and Townsend drive back a Then, waiting for the smoke to clear a detachment of cavalry from Cap Rouge, little, another volley came with almost which sought to break our left flank and the same precision ; after which the firreach Montcalm.

ing came in choppy waves of sound, and We had seen the stars go down, the again in a persistent clattering. Then a cold, mottled light of dawn break over the light breeze lifted the smoke and mist well battered city and the heights of Charles- away, and a wayward sunlight showed as bourg; we had watched the sun come up, our foe, like a long white wave retreating and then steal away behind slow-travel- from a rocky shore, bending, crumpling, ing clouds and hanging mist; we had breaking, and, in a hundred little billows, looked across over unreaped cornfields fleeing seaward. and the dull, slovenly St. Charles, know- So, checked, confounded, the French ing that endless leagues of country, north army trembled and fell back. Then I and south, east and west, lay in the bal- heard the order to charge, and from ance to-day. I believed that this day near four thousand throats there came would see the last of the strife between for the first time our exultant British England and France for dominion here, cheer, and high over all rang the slogan of La Pompadour's spite which I had of Fraser's Highlanders. To my left I roused to action against my country, of saw the flashing broadswords of the the struggle between Doltaire and my clansmen, ahead of all the rest. Those self. The public stake was worthy of sickles of death clove through and broke our army — worthy of the dauntless sol- the battalions of La Sarre, and Lascelles dier, who had begged his physicians to scattered the good soldiers of Languedoc patch him up long enough to fight this into flying columns. We on the right, fight, whereon he staked reputation, life, led by Wolfe, charged the desperate and all that a man loves in the world; the pri- valiant men of Roussillon and Guienne vate stake was more than worthy of my and the impetuous sharpshooters of the long sufferings. I thought that Mont- militia. As we came on, I noted the calm would have waited for Vaudreuil, general sway and push forward again, but no. At ten o'clock his three columns and then I lost sight of him, for I saw moved down upon us briskly, making a what gave the battle a new interest to me:

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Doltaire, cool and deliberate, animating ing for Gabord's life (Gabord had once and encouraging the French troops. been his jailer, too), and Juste Duvarney

I moved in a shaking hedge of bayo- for mine, and the battle faring on ahead nets, keeping my eye on him; and pre- of us, for soon the two were clean cut sently there was a hand-to-hand mêlée, off from the French army, and must fight out of which I fought to reach him. I to the death or surrender. was making for him, where he now Juste Duvarney spoke only once, and sought to rally the retreating columns, then it was but the rancorous word “ Renwhen I observed not far away Gabord, egade !"nor did I speak at all; but Clark mounted, and attacked by three Grena- was blasphemous, and Gabord, bleeding, diers. Looking back now, I see him, fought with a sputtering relish. with his sabre cutting right and left, as "Fair fight and fowl for spitting, my he drove his horse at one Grenadier, dear,” he said. ...“Go home to heaven, who slipped and fell on the slippery dickey-bird.” Between phrases of this ground, while the horse rode on him, kind we cut and thrust for life, an odd battering him. Obliquely down swept sort of fighting. There was no doubt the sabre, and drove through the cheek what the end must be, and so I fought and chin of one foe; another sweep, with a desperate alertness : and presentand the bayonet of the other was struck ly my sword passed through his body, aside ; and another, which was turned drew out, and he fell where he stood, aside as Gabord's horse came down, bay- collapsing suddenly like a bag. I knelt oneted by the fallen Grenadier. But beside him, and lifted up his head. His Gabord was on his feet again, roaring eyes were glazing fast. like a bull, with a wild grin on his face, “Gabord ! Gabord!” I called, griefas he partly struck aside the bayonet of stricken, for that work was the worst I the last Grenadier. It caught him in the ever did in this world. flesh of the left side. He grasped the He started, stared, and fumbled at his musket-barrel, and struck home with fa- waistcoat. I quickly put my hand in, tal precision: the man's head dropped and drew out - one of Mathilde's woodback like the lid of a pot, and he tum- en crosses. “To cheat the devil — yet bled into a heap of the pretty goldenrod aho!” he whispered, kissed the cross, flower which spattered the field.

and so was done with life. It was at this moment I saw making When I turned from him, Clark stood towards me Juste Duvarney, hatred and beside me.

Dazed as


I did not deadly purpose in his eyes. I had will at first grasp the significance of that. enough to meet him, and to kill him too, I looked towards the town, and saw the yet I could not help but think of Alixe. French army hustling into the St. Louis Gabord saw him, also, and, being near- Gate; saw the Highlanders charging the er, made for me as well. For that one bushes at the Côte Ste. Genevieve, where act I cherish his memory. The thought the brave Canadians made their last was worthy of a gentleman of breeding; stand ; saw, not fifty feet away, the nohe had the true thing in his heart. He blest soldier of our time, even General would save us two — brothers from Wolfe, dead in the arms of Mr. Henderfighting, by fighting me himself. He son, a volunteer in the Twenty-Second ; reached me first, and with an “ Au di- and then, almost at my feet, stretched able!” made a stroke at me. It was a

out as I had seen him lie in the Palace matter of sword and sabre now. Clark courtyard two years before, Juste Dumet Juste Duvarney's rush; and there varney. we were, at as fine a game of cross-pur- But now he was forever beyond all poses as you can think : Clark hunger friendship or reconciliation. VOL. LXXVII.



NO. 460.

to our camp the night before, accompaXXIX.

nied by Joannes, the town major, with

terms of surrender. The smell of unreaped harvest-fields I came to the church of the Recollets was in the air, the bobolink was piping as I wandered ; for now, for a little time, his evensong, the bells of some shattered I seemed bewildered and incapable, lost church were calling to vespers, the sun in a maze of dreadful imaginings. I enwas sinking behind the flaming autumn tered the door of the church, and stumwoods, as once more I entered the St. bled upon a body. Hearing footsteps Louis Gate, with the Grenadiers and a ahead in the dusk, I passed up the detachment of artillery, the British colors aisle, and came upon a pile of débris. hoisted on a gun-carriage. Till this hour Looking up, I could see the stars shinI had ever entered and left this town a ing through a hole in the roof, made by captive, a price set on my head, and in a shell. Hearing a noise beyond, I went the very street where now I walked I on, and there, seated on the high altar, had gone with a rope round my neck, was the dwarf who had snatched the cup abused and maltreated. I saw our flag of rum out of the fire, the night that Mareplace the golden lilies of France on the thilde had given the crosses to the revelcitadel where Doltaire had baited me, ers. He gave a low, wild laugh, and and at the top of Mountain Street, near hugged a bottle to his breast. Almost to the Bishop's palace, up which I had at his feet, half naked, with her face on been carried, wounded, from the Inten- the lowest step of the altar, her feet dance courtyard, our colors also flew. touching the altar itself, was the girl —

Every step I took was familiar, yet his sister - who had kept her drunken unfamiliar too. It was a disfigured town, lover from assaulting him. The girl was where a hungry, distracted people hud- dead — there was a knife-wound in her dled among ruins, and begged for mercy breast. Sick at the sight I left the place, and for food, and wept for their ruined and went on, almost mechanically, to homes and unhappy country, nor found Voban's house. time in the general overwhelming to think It was level with the ground, a crumof the gallant Montcalm, lying in his pled heap of ruins. I passed Lancy's şhell-made grave at the chapel of the house, in front of which I had fought Ursulines, not fifty steps from where I with Gabord; it too was broken to had looked through the tapestry on Alixe pieces. As I turned away I heard a and Doltaire. The convent was almost loud noise, as of an explosion, and I deserted now, and as I passed it, on my supposed it to be some magazine. I way to the cathedral, I took off my hat; thought of it no more at the time. Vo for how knew I but that she I loved best ban must be found that was more imlay there, too, as truly a heroine as the portant. I must know of Alixe first, admirable Montcalm was hero, dying far and I felt sure that if any one knew of from his olive vineyards at Candiac and her whereabouts it would be he: she the beloved olive branches of his home? would have told him where she was goA solitary bell was clanging on the chapel ing, if she had fled ; if she were dead, as I went by, and I saw three nuns steal who so likely to know, this secret, elupast me with bowed heads. I longed to sive, vengeful watcher? Of Doltaire I stop them and ask them of Alixe, for I had heard nothing; I would seek him out felt sure that the Church knew where when I knew of Alixe. He could not she was, living or dead, though none of escape me now, in this walled town. I all I asked knew aught of her, not even passed on for a time without direction, the Chevalier la Darante, who had come for I seemed not to know where I might

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