At length the long sought opportunity arrived, and with the most extatic
joy we fled from the nunnery. The girl I have before mentioned, who
wished to go with me, and another nun, with whom I had no acquaintance,
were left in the kitchen to assist me, in taking charge of the cooking,
while the rest of the people were at mass in the chapel. A chance
presented for us to get away, and we all fled together, leaving the
cooking to take care of itself. We were assisted to get out of the yard,
but how, or by whom, I can never reveal. Death, in its most terrible
form would be the punishment for such an act of kindness, and knowing
this, it would be the basest ingratitude for me to name the individual
who so kindly assisted us in our perilous undertaking.
How well do I remember the emotions that thrilled my soul when I found
myself safely outside the walls of that fearful prison! The joy of
freedom--the hope of ultimate success--the fear of being overtaken,
and dragged back to misery or death, were considerations sufficiently
exciting to agitate our spirits, and lend fleetness to our steps. With
trembling limbs, and throbbing hearts we fled towards the St. Lawrence
river. Following the tow-path, we hastened on for a few miles, when one
of the nuns became exhausted, and said she could go no further. She
was very weak when we started, and the excitement and fatigue produced
serious illness. What should we do with her? We could not take her along
with us, and if we stopped with her, we might all be taken and carried
back. Must we leave her by the way-side? It was a fearful alternative,
but what else could we do? With sad hearts we took her to a shed near
by, and there we left her to her fate, whatever it might be; perchance
to die there alone, or what was still worse, be carried back to the
convent. It was indeed, a sorrowful parting, and we wept bitter tears
together, as we bade her a last farewell. I never saw or heard from her
again.
We pursued our way along the tow-path for a short distance, when the
canal boat came along. We asked permission to go upon the boat, and the
captain kindly granted it, but desired us to be very still. He carried
us twelve miles, and then proposed to leave us, as he exposed himself to
a heavy fine by carrying us without a pass, and unattended by a priest
or Superior. We begged him to take us as far as he went with the boat,
and frankly told him our situation. Having no money to offer, we could
only cast ourselves on his mercy, and implore his pity and assistance.
He consented to take us as far as the village of Beauharnois, and there
he left us. He did not dare take us further, lest some one might be
watching for us, and find us on his boat.
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