Wacousta : a tale of the Pontiac conspiracy — Volume 1 by John Richardson
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was suspended in the Governor's apartments, for the
purpose of arousing the slumbering soldiers in any case of pressing emergency. Soon afterwards the Governor himself was seen to issue from his rooms into the open area of the parade, clad in his dressing-gown, and bearing a lamp in one hand and a naked sword in the other. His countenance was pale; and his features, violently agitated, betrayed a source of alarm which those who were familiar with his usual haughtiness of manner were ill able to comprehend. "Which way did he go?--why stand ye here?--follow--pursue him quickly--let him not escape, on your lives!" These sentences, hurriedly and impatiently uttered, were addressed to the two sentinels who, stationed in front of his apartments, had, on the first sound of alarm from the portentous bell, lowered their muskets to the charge, and now stood immovable in that position. "Who does your honour mane?" replied one of the men, startled, yet bringing his arms to the recover, in salutation of his chief. "Why, the man--the stranger--the fellow who has just passed you." "Not a living soul has passed us since our watch commenced, your honour," observed the second sentinel; "and we have now been here upwards of an hour." |
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