The Raid from Beausejour; and How the Carter Boys Lifted the Mortgage by Charles G. D. Roberts
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carry eggs, milk, and cheeses to the camp on Beausejour. The words
he now heard seemed to concern him deeply, for his dark face paled anxiously as he listened. "Yes, I tell you," one of the soldiers was saying, "Beaubassin must go. Monsieur the abbe has said so. You know, he came into camp this morning about daybreak, and has been shut up with the colonel ever since. But he talks so loud when he's angry that Jacques has got hold of all his plans. His Reverence has brought two score of his Micmacs with him from Cobequid, and has left 'em over in the woods behind Beaubassin. He swears that sooner than let the English establish themselves in the village and make friends with those mutton-head Acadians, he will burn the whole place to the ground." "And he'll do it, too, will the terrible father!" interjected another soldier. "When will the fun begin?" asked a third. "O!" responded the first speaker, "if the villagers make no fuss, and are ready to cross the river and come and settle over here with us, they shall have all the time they want for removing their stuff--all day, in fact. But if they are stubborn, and would like to stay where they are, and knuckle down to the English, they will see their roofs blazing over their heads just about the time the first English boat puts off for shore. If any one kicks, why, as like as not, one of His Reverence's red skins will lift his hair for him." A chorus of exclamations, with much shrugging of shoulders, went round the group at this; and one said thoughtfully: "When my fighting days |
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