Over the Border: Acadia, the Home of "Evangeline" by Eliza B. (Eliza Brown) Chase
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and matter-of-fact member of the Octave asserts, "Evangeline's
grandmother, of course"; while another skeptically remarks, "That's more than _I_ can swallow; it would give me such a spell o' coughin' as I couldn't get over"; but the conductor and others staunchly avouch the genuineness of the article, affirming that they were present "when it wus dug up." The "forest primeval", if it ever stood in this region, must have clothed the distant hills which bound the vast meadow, and now are covered with a dense growth of small trees which are _not_ "murmuring pines". A superannuated tree in the distance it is said once shaded the smithy of "Basil Lajeunesse", that "mighty man of the village"; and only stony hollows in the ground mark the site of the house of "Father Felician" and the village church. It was to this spot, then, that the wondering peasants were lured by stratagem, when,-- "with a summons sonorous Sounded the bell from its tower, and over the meadows a drum beat. Thronged ere long was the church with men. Without in the churchyard, Waited the women. They stood by the graves, and hung on the head stones Garlands of autumn leaves and evergreens fresh from the forest Then came the guard from the ships, and marching proudly among them, Entered the sacred portal. With loud and dissonant clangor Echoed the sound of their brass drums from ceiling to casement,-- Echoed a moment only, and slowly the ponderous portal |
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