At this terrifying order, I confess that I fell into so violent a
trembling--for, indeed, my last hour seemed now at hand--that I
could no longer stand upright; and, in this condition of mind, I was
carried--being unable to walk, and more dead than alive--out of the
House of Life to the Headquarters of the Rebel Army.
CHAPTER XVI.
A MOST UNEXPECTED CONCLUSION.
I confess, I say, that I was borne in a half-fainting condition from
the House of Life.
"Farewell, Suffragan, farewell!" said my Brethren of the College,
gathered within the South Porch, where a guard of armed Rebels waited
for us. "Your turn to-day, ours to-morrow! Farewell! Yet if any
concessions can be made--"
Yes--yes--if any concessions could be made, only to save life, they
might be certain that I should make them. The two Fellows of the
College upon whom the lot--they drew lots--had fallen, accompanied me,
with cheeks as pallid and hearts as full of terror as my own.
A company of twenty men, armed, escorted us. I looked on the way
for lines of People to witness the Downfall of the College and the
Execution of its Heads. I looked for the scaffold which we had erected,
and for the executioner whom we had provided. I listened for the Great
Bell which we had caused to be rung.
Strange! There were no People at all; the way from the House was
quite clear; the People were engaged as usual at their work. I saw no
scaffold, and no executioner. I heard no Great Bell. Yet the absence of
these things did not reassure me in the least.
But everything, even in these short three weeks, was changed. Nearly
the whole of the open space before the Public Hall was now covered with
rows of gay-colored tents, over which flew bright little flags. They
were quite small tents, meant, I learned afterwards, for sleeping.
Besides these there were great tents open at the sides, and spread,
within, with tables and benches, at which sat men smoking tobacco
and drinking beer, though it was as yet only the forenoon. Some of
them were playing cards, some were reading books, and some--a great
many--were eagerly talking. They were all dressed in tunics of scarlet,
green, and gray, and wore leathern belts with helmets--the costume
seemed familiar to me. Then I remembered; it was the old dress of a
soldier. Wonderful! After Science had lavished all her resources in
order to suppress and destroy among the People the old passions--at the
very first opportunity the Rebels had succeeded in awakening them again
in their worst and most odious form!
There were also large open spaces upon which, regardless of the
flower-beds, some of the men were marching up and down in line,
carrying arms, and performing evolutions to the command of an officer.
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