French and English: A Story of the Struggle in AmericaEverett-Green, Evelyn
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French and English: A Story of the Struggle in America
Everett-Green, Evelyn
Brothers -- Juvenile fiction; Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Frontier and pioneer life -- Juvenile fiction; Indians of North America -- Juvenile fiction; Massacres -- Juvenile fiction; Soldiers -- Juvenile fiction; United States -- History -- French and Indian War, 1754-1763 -- Juvenile fictio
"A surrendered garrison massacred! and the French stood by and
suffered it!"
"The account is confused. Some say they did try without avail; some
that they were callous and indifferent; some that they did much to
avert the horrors, and saved large numbers of victims out of their
clutches. But they did not succeed in stopping an awful loss of
life. The pages of history will be stained dark when the story of
that day is written!"
"Ay, truly!" cried Humphrey, in his deep, resonant voice, speaking
for the first time; "the page of history should be written in
characters of blood and fire. I have seen the work of those savage
fiends. I have seen, and I shall remember to the last day of my
life!"
"Tell me," said Wolfe, looking straight at the stalwart youth,
whose lips had slightly drawn themselves back, showing the firm
line of the white teeth beneath.
Humphrey had told his tale many times during the past months. He
told it to Wolfe that day--told it with a curious graphic power,
considering that his words were few, and that his manner was
perfectly quiet.
A red flush mounted into Wolfe's face, and died away again. He drew
his breath through, his teeth with a slightly whistling sound. With
him this was a sign of keen emotion.
"You saw all that?"
"With my own eyes. I am telling no tale of hearsay. And men have
tales yet more horrid to tell--tales to which a man may scarce
listen for the horror and the shame. This is the way the Indians
serve the subjects of the English crown at the bidding of the
servants of France!"
Wolfe raised his right hand, and let it slowly drop again.
"May Heaven give to me the grace," he said, in a voice that
vibrated with tense feeling, "to go forth to the succour of my
countrymen there--to fight and to avenge!"
After that there was silence for a while, and the servant came and
brought coffee, and took orders for the entertainment and lodging
of the guests. When he had gone Wolfe was calm again, and listened
with keen interest to the story they had to tell of their arrival
in Pennsylvania, and of the extraordinary apathy of the colonists
in the eastern towns, and the difficulty of arousing them to any
concerted action with their own countrymen in the neighbouring
provinces, even for the common defence.
Wolfe knew something of that, and of the causes at work to bring
about such a result. He talked with more comprehension and insight
as to the state of infant colonies, partially self-governed and
self-dependent, struggling out of leading strings, and intent upon
growing to man's estate, than anybody had hitherto done.
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