Love stories; Scotland -- History -- 18th century -- Fiction
"Well, it was not mere fortune, because I did exert myself strenuously
to discharge the mission confided to me, and General Wolfe said
privily, before he marched to a glorious victory and a glorious death,
that I had succeeded beyond his expectation. But I should tell you
that I had necessary audiences of him more than once, while I served
with the French in Quebec, and these we managed with perfect secrecy,
thanks to methods which I may not disclose, except that the high esteem
felt by the French for the Black Colonel, and their faith in his
honour, alone made them possible.
"Saying so much of General Wolfe, I wish to set down my own monument to
his evident high parts as a soldier and a man. I found him modest in
demeanour, graceful of manner, reasonable in attitude, altogether a
gallant gentleman. He was simple and to the point, and when he had
finished with you he dispatched you courteously, pleased with him and
with yourself.
"His excellency, the Marquis Montcalm, who also did me the honour of
various conversations, and who likewise fell gloriously, had qualities
not dissimilar. He was a French gentleman with the grand manner,
meaning he carried his air so quietly that you hardly knew its
presence, except by feeling it. I will further say, in token to his
attributes, that he was of a moral stature in whose presence I felt
ashamed of my secret trade, a trade which a man can only follow once in
a life time, and then because he must.
"Perhaps you will scarce believe that several times my tongue was
bubbling to deliver all to his knowledge, and to throw myself on his
mercy. His very trustfulness made that impossible, because in each of
us there is a natural refusal to destroy confidence, wherever we find
it. That would be uprooting a plant which does not grow strongly
enough anywhere, and I, for one, love to cultivate it. 'So, so,' I
hear you say, my friend!
"Certainly at times I wished that my Lord Montcalm would treat me with
less consideration and not ask me questions about the British invading
forces, because I gathered information from those questions, and, in
truth, here was the basis of much I imparted to General Wolfe. He
asked, did Monsieur Montcalm, in some detail, about the Highlanders of
Fraser's Regiment, and said that, far away as he had seen them from the
ramparts, they appeared so picturesque in their tartans as to be hardly
associable with the even, undeviating, outward English character.
"I answered that there were greater similarities between the
Highlanders of Scotland and the French than between those same
Highlanders and the English, both having Celtic blood in them, and that
this resulted in a natural brotherhood which even the hazards of war
could not disturb, or only temporarily. Nay, I said once to his
excellency that we Jacobites still look more over the water to France
and to our Stuart King than we look, or ever may look, over the
Scottish border to England.
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