Jeannette did not know one word of English. The meaning which reached
her was a dirge, but a noble dirge; the death hymn of a human being
who has lived up to his capacities. She felt strangely influenced,
as by the neighborhood of some large angel, and at the same time the
tragedy of being alive overswept her. For one's duty is never all
done; or when we have accomplished it with painstaking care, we are
smitten through with finding that the greater things have passed us
by.
The tide carried the boats near the great wall of rock. Woods made
denser shade on the background of night. The cautious murmur of the
speaker was cut short.
"Who goes there?" came the sharp challenge of a French sentry.
The soldiers were silent as dead men.
"France!" answered Colonel Fraser in the same language.
"Of what regiment?"
"The Queen's."
The sentry was satisfied. To the Queen's regiment, stationed at Cap
Rouge, belonged the duty of convoying provisions down to Quebec. He
did not further peril what he believed to be a French transport by
asking for the password.
Jeannette breathed. So low had she sunk that she would have used her
language herself to get the Highland colonel past danger.
It was fortunate for his general that he had the accent and readiness
of a Frenchman. Again they were challenged. They could see another
sentry running parallel with their course.
"Provision boats," this time answered the Highlander. "Don't make a
noise. The English will hear us."
That hint was enough, for an English sloop of war lay within sound of
their voices.
With the swift tide the boats shot around a headland, and here was a
cove in the huge precipice, clothed with sere herbage and bushes and
a few trees; steep, with the hint of a once-used path across it, but
a little less perpendicular than the rest of the rock. No sentinel was
stationed at this place.
The world was just beginning to come out of positive shadow into the
indistinctness of dawn. Current and tide were so strong that t
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