The King's Warrant: A Story of Old and New FranceEngelbach, Alfred H.
History
The King's Warrant: A Story of Old and New France
Engelbach, Alfred H.
Canada -- History -- To 1763 (New France) -- Fiction
The rebuke was not thrown away. Beneath all his aristocratic pride,
and the selfishness that had grown upon him, Isidore still had a heart
capable of sympathy and compassion, and there was a nobleness in his
nature which at once compelled him to avow his error even to so humble
a companion.
"Forgive me, my friend," said he; "I have deserved your reproof. Come,
let us at least see before we go further whether we can find in any of
these ruined buildings something that may give us a clue to what has
befallen your friends. As it is clear that the Englishmen had the best
of it, perhaps we may find that the people of this place have only gone
elsewhere for temporary shelter."
Boulanger was appeased in a moment; his was one of those rare
dispositions with which a little kindness outweighs more than a like
amount of harshness and injustice.
"Enough! enough! monsieur," said he. "That is a good old French
proverb which says, 'A fault avowed is half pardoned,' though I think
that 'wholly pardoned' would be better still. Let us do as you
propose; afterwards we will continue our journey for a short league, so
as to get away from this miserable scene, and then we will encamp for
the night."
Keeping purposely away from that part of the settlement which had been
the scene of the terrible tragedy, they crossed two or three of the
clearings without coming upon anything worthy of notice, except that
the buildings, and in many places the growing crops, had been wantonly
destroyed. At length they reached the homestead which had belonged to
Pritchard, Boulanger's relative. It was about half a mile from the
spot where they had first come upon the settlement, and, perhaps owing
to its somewhat remote position, had escaped better than the others,
one-half of the house being almost uninjured. With a deep sigh
Boulanger pushed open the door, but immediately started back as a man,
who had been sitting there with his face buried in his hands, rose up
hastily and surveyed the intruders with surprise evidently not
unmingled with fear. He was soon reassured on perceiving that one of
his unexpected visitors was Boulanger, who on his part was not slow to
recognise his brother-in-law.
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