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"^A \n\n\n0^ \n\n\n\n\nA \n\n\no. \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n.-x* \n\n\n\n\n\n\n~:y~ \n\n\n\n^^x \n\n\n\n-\xe2\x80\xa2>\' ^\'*\'\' \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\xc2\xbb> \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nI704- \n\n\n\nTHE \n\n\n\nREPULSE OF BEAUCOURT \n\n\n\nAN EPISODE \n\n\n\nOF \n\n\n\nNEW ENGLAND HISTORY \n\n\n\nVerses read at the Annual Dinner of the Colonial Society \n\nOF Massachusetts, at the House of the Algonquin \n\nClub, Boston, November 21, 1894 \n\n\n\n\n\nrosam mensis hospes suspendit aniicis \n\nConvivce ui sub ea dicta iacenda sciant " \n\n\n\n\n\n\nni\\ \n\n\n\nnl \n\n\n\n^5 \n\n\n\n\n\nHILIPPE DE RIGAUD, Marquis de Vaudreuil, \n\xe2\x96\xa0who succeeded De Callieres as Governor of \nMontreal and eventually as Governor-General \nof New France, though not so distinguished a \nsoldier as his predecessor, showed great ability in the \nconduct of military affairs during the protracted and \nsanguinary struggle between New England and New \nFrance, familiarly known as Queen Anne\'s War. \n\nLike the fierce contests in Europe for the establish- \nment of the Spanish Succession, the hostile encounters \nbetween the French and English in America, though \nequally barren of profitable results, were signalized by \nachievements which, if on a large scale and exposed to \ngeneral observation, would have held a place in history \n\n\n\n4 REPULSE OF BEAUCOURT. \n\nside by side with the glorious events of Blenheim and \nKamillies. Of these comparatively insignificant provincial \nencounters, however, only obscure rumors reached the \npublic ear of Europe ; and here, at home, all the details \nof the organization and conduct of the forces that \nstealthily passed and repassed the border on their errands \nof murder and rapine, or which met in open conflict \nduring those dark and sorrowful years, would have passed \ninto final oblivion but for the horrible barbarities perpe- \ntrated by the savage allies of the French, of which almost \nevery frontier settlement of New England had an expe- \nrience that could not fade from local tradition, nor fail to \nbecome a matter of record. \n\nVaudreuil, ably seconded by the Seigneur de Beauhar- \nnois at Quebec (Intendant, and, as such, practically at the \nhead of civil affairs), matured a plan for attacking the \noutlying settlements of Massachusetts by successive expe- \nditions sent out under the lead of his most courageous, \nenterprising, and persevering officers, primarily in the \nhope of relieving the miserable condition of his own \npeople, but with the ultimate design of subjugating the \nEnglish, or at least of capturing Boston. The rank and \nfile were mainly savages, over whom he claimed no power \nof control except by persuasion and example. \n\nThe well-known practices of savage warfare added new \nterrors to the prospect of these hostile incursions. From \n\n\n\nKEPULSE OF BEAUCOURT. 5 \n\ntheir frightful work it was certain the invaders would \nreturn with the bleeding scalps of English men, women, \nand children, and with prisoners of tender age, who, if \nthey survived the hardships of their journeys through the \nwilderness, were likely to become forever estranged from \ntheir natural guardians by adoption into some Indian \ntribe, \xe2\x80\x94 a source of apprehension far more poignant to \nthe Englishman than to the Frenchman, to whoni the \nthought of such affiliation was not so repulsive, especially \nwhen attended with the approval of the Church. \n\nIn the year 1704 (new style), three such expeditions, \nunder different leaders, were successively sent from Can- \nada to attack the northern and western frontier of the \nprovince. Joseph Dudley, as Governor and Commander- \nin-Chief of Massachusetts, and Fitz-John Winthrop, as \nGovernor of Connecticut, had constantly exhorted the \ninhabitants of the frontier towns to be vigilant, and had \nliberally assisted them in preparing for the approach of \nthe French and Indian enemy ; and so long as their \nwarnings were heeded, the enemy were defeated in their \nlarger schemes, although at times some injury to property \nand some loss of life unavoidably ensued. \n\nAs the result of the three expeditions referred to, we \nhave the thrilling tale of the massacre and destruction of \nDeerfield by a party under the Sieur Hertel de Rouville, \non the twenty-ninth of February (old style), when the \n\n\n\nb EEPULSE OF BEAUCOURT. \n\nReverend John Williams and more than one hundred other \nprisoners were taken, and carried to Canada, \xe2\x80\x94 a calamity \nwhich might have been averted had the garrison heeded \nthe warnings from Boston and Connecticut. Next in order \nwas the similar though less important massacre and burn- \ning, on the thirteenth of May, of the village of Pascomuc, \nor Easthampton, by a party of French and Indians, led \nby the Sieur de Montigny ; and finally, the attack and \nrepulse at Lancaster, on the thirty-first of July. \n\nThis last is the theme of the following verses, in which, \nalthough it is not pretended that license has not been \ntaken with regard to motives and coloring, and to actions \neven, the leading incidents are believed to be strictly \nhistorical. \n\n\n\n\n\nLITHELY the sweet song-sparrow sang, with matin bells \nin tune, \nAs on the gray walls of Quebec dawned the warm sun of \n\nJune : \nHigh o\'er St. Louis\' Fort it met the golden lilies\' glance \nFrom their floating field of azure,\xe2\x80\x94 the gonfalon of France. \n\n\n\nHeaven smiled above ; but all around, in hut and palace hall. \nFever and famine fiercely raged, and death o\'erspread its pall ; \nAnd many a squaw and Gallic femme watched the dull embers \n\nburn, \nWeeping her warrior consort gone, \xe2\x80\x94 gone, never to return. \n\n\n\nSleepless through weary hours, Yaudreuil, his locks with night- \ndews wet. \nUnmindful of the sentry\'s call, had trod the damp lanquette, \nHoping \'gainst fate for aid from France, when, by the morning gun \nRoused from his reverie, he turned and faced the rising sun. \n\n\n\nAcross, Point Levi\'s terraced plain and Orleans Island lay ; \nTo left and north the wilderness stretched boundlessly away : \nAll down the stream no merchantman loomed out of the white \n\nmist ; \nNo pennon of a man-of-war the gleaming sunbeams kissed. \n\n\n\n8 KEPULSE OF BEAUCOUET. \n\n" Mother of God ! " in grief he cried, " why must this longer be ! \nWe \'ve staked our all at thy behest ; we ask return from thee ! \n\'T is put a paltry boon we crave \xe2\x80\x94 give to thy servants bread ! \nThy friars and thy Ursulines, thy Jesuits, should be fed ! " \n\n\n\nThen, turning to the sentinel, word to the kitchen sped \n\nTo have with meats and salading the frugal table spread; \n\nNext, to Beauharnois\' palace gate sent he this note away : \n\n" The Commandant entreats Monsieur to dine with him to-day." \n\nSad was the meeting, scant the cheer, as at that festive board \nThe prospects of New France they weighed, \xe2\x80\x94 the purse, the \n\nscales, the sword. \nAnon, Vaudreuil infuriate rose, and, speaking, paced the room : \n" Unless God work a miracle, two years will seal our doom ! \n\n" Our peasants cry in vain for food ; in want our soldiers pine ; \nNor salt nor bread our larders hold, nor hold our cellars wine, \xe2\x80\x94 \nSave what the holy freres preserve in memory of our Lord, \xe2\x80\x94 \nHis blood, \xe2\x80\x94 and bread, his body, that the religieuses have stored. \n\n\n\n" For ships, with merchandise full-fraught, to take our peltry home. \nOnly the savages\' canoes, crowded with beggars, come. \nHushed is the calker\'s mallet-beat ; no shipsmith\'s anvils ring ; \nNo lumpers shout in sullied blouse, nor merry sailors sing. \n\n" But lo ! the English heretics at Massachusetts Bay, \nPampered and clothed luxuriously, live one long holiday. \nFrom east and south their ships return laden with costly stores, \xe2\x80\x94 \nThe wares of British industry, and wines of the Azores, \n\n\n\nREPULSE OF BEAUCOURT. 9 \n\n" The slaves and gold of Africa, sweets from the Caribbees, \nAll fish from Maine to Newfoundland, and oil from Arctic seas ; \nAnd from beyond Good Hope the wealth of Mocha and Bombay, \nMuslins and spice from Malabar, and silks from far Cathay. \n\n\n\n"Their flocks\' abundant fleeces yield their looms a full supply ; \nTheir herds are fat with pasturage forced by a genial sky ; \nTheir gardens and their fertile fields with slightest culture give \nSuch rich returns the indolent may comfortably live. \n\n\n\n" Though thus enjoying affluent ease the men of Boston hold, \nUnpitying, for the gallows chained, Baptiste, our sailor bold. \nAnd scores of captive daughters and devoted sons of Prance, \xe2\x80\x94 \nEnslaved, denied the holy mass, and spurned with impious taunts. \n\n\n\n" Hear now my oath, Saint Joseph, thou, the patron of our land ! \nI swear to hunt these heretics with sword and flaming brand, \nFrom mountain unto river, and from river to the sea. \nAnd of their blood and bones to make a holocaust to thee ! " \n\n\n\nThen Beauharnois addressed he : " What does my brother say \nTo marshalling our forces for the sanguinary fray \nThis hour ? Time will not serve us, should we halt or linger on ; \nOur farmers need to gather crops when summer\'s heat is gone. \n\n\n\n" Bleaker the route De Rouville found, who out of Deerfield bore \nFull forty scalps of fifty killed, and prisoners six score ; \nE\'en now Montigny\'s fifty braves, with only five white men, \nHave left Pascomuc\'s smouldering walls a reeking slaughter-pen. \n\n\n\n10 REPULSE OF BEAUCOURT. \n\n" Now, you the Abenaquis hold obedient to your call, \nAnd I a still more vengeful horde of braves at Montreal ; \nThese to our fierce Algonquins joined will make a force full strong. \nIf with our French to lead we send our Montagnais along. \n\n" And mark. Monsieur, the English force now on the coast of \n\nMaine \nIs bound to distant La CMie, where it will sure remain \nUntil to take Port Royal\'s fort it makes one more essay, \nAnd De Brouillan\'s assured defence will its return delay. \n\n"Thus weakened, their defensive line along the whole frontier \nAffords convenient entrance to attack them in the rear. \nNow is the time to strike for Christ, his Church, and King Louis ! \nSend to the rendezvous your men ; I start for Ville-Marie ! " \n\nThen back and forth the summons swept, sped by the bells\' loud \n\nclang. \nAnd through the forest far and wide the cornet\'s clarion rang. \nPainted in hideous guise and plumed, the lithe-limbed Indians flew. \nSome up the stream, with whoop and scream, paddling the swift \n\ncanoe ; \n\nSome up the trail, \xe2\x80\x94 the highway some, where, foot and cavalier, \nThe flower of New France fell in, and rank to rank drew near. \nOh, \'t was a fearful sight to see this motley army, led \nBy Vaudreuil, with the Sieur Beaucourt, lieutenant, at the head. \n\nWhen drew Vaudreuil his sword, and said, " son of Aubert\'s line \nThis blade I hold in my right hand I freely place in thine ! \nThou know\'st thy duty, \xe2\x80\x94 nor for age, nor sex, nor pity spare ; \nTake captives as De Rouville did, if thou canst well forbear, \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n\n\nKEPULSE OF BEAUCOURT. 11 \n\n" But let no laggard invalid nor helpless babe delay \nThe course of vengeance ; for, look thou ! three friars, sent to say \nThe mass and shrive our faithful sons, I now put under thee ; \nSo, ere the savage brains the babe, let it baptized be ! " \n\nThen, with a hundred stanch canoes for easy transport made. \n\nSilent and grim the army passed into the forest\'s shade ; \n\nO\'er the lake\'s bosom, up swift streams, through strait defiles, \n\nits way. \nLike a huge python\'s sinuous trail, devious and hidden lay. \n\nMeanwhile the English garrisons, from sea to last frontier. \nHad kept strict watch, though knowing not the enemy were near. \nAt Peerfield fort a sentry saw, approaching from the wood, \nA stranger in French uniform, who fired his gun, then stood. \n\n" Halt ! Who goes there ? " aloud the sentry cried, and called the \n\nguard. \n" Or friend or foe, until ye speak step not another yard ! " \nGrounding his gun, and with his hand saluting, then spake he : \n" Pas eyinemi^ moi I mais Protestant^ Huguenot, et bon ami ! " \n\n" Open the gate," the captain cried, " and bring the stranger in ! \n\nIf proved a spy and traitor, he shall suffer for his sin ; \n\nBut, peradventure, he be sent an angel from the Lord, \n\nHe well deserves the choicest fare our scanty means afford. \n\n" So bind him now as prisoner, and guard him night and day \nUntil we hear and verify whate\'er he has to say ! " \nSmiling, the man held forth his limbs for manacles and gyves ; \n" Ay, put me to the test," he said ; " I come to save your lives. \n\n\n\n12 REPULSE OF BEAUCOURT. \n\n" Though all is quiet now, \'t is but the calm before the storm ; \nNot many miles away, yon woods with Beaucourt\'s cohort swarm ; \nFive hundred braves and seven score French descend the Indian \n\ntrail. \nLook out from every mountain top, and pass adown each vale. \n\n" Five weeks ago from Montreal with them I came away, \nContriving, all the while, how I this warning might convey ; \nFor know ye that in Flanders, I, fighting in William\'s train. \nCaptured, was sold to Canada, to wear the captor\'s chain." \n\nThe prisoner\'s straight-told narrative was sent post-haste away. \nTo Winthrop at Connecticut and Dudley at the Bay. \nUp from the southern border then came troops of volunteers. \nTo reinforce the garrison upon the west frontiers. \n\nWith Avery and Livingston, Moheags of friendly fame \n\nPassed up ; to Lancaster went Tyng ; and How from Marlborough \n\ncame. \nOrdered by Dudley, Tailer led his foot and horsemen forth \nFrom out his Suffolk regiment, to scout both west and north. \n\nSo when Beaucourt\'s skilled pioneers, cautious and lynx-eyed, saw \nThe preparations everywhere, his ranks were struck with awe. \nIn vain the Sieur, to rally them, threatening and pledges tried ; \nDespondency to panic turned, \xe2\x80\x94 they broke and scattered wide. \n\nSaying, " Thee, Soldier of the Cross, thy saints have led astray ! \nLo, this long line of forts full-manned completely blocks thy way ! \nLo, moving ranks of horse and foot the whole wide border throng, \nClose as the bluets in the swamp, or thorns in Le Buisson ! " \n\n\n\nEEPULSE OF BEAUCOURT. 13 \n\nOf their repulse at Lancaster the story \'s oft been told, \xe2\x80\x94 \nTheir furious onset how withstood, their columns backward rolled ; \nYet how one band, like famished wolves intent upon their prey. \nPressed on with torch and scalping-knife to plunder, burn, and slay ; \n\nAnd how they fired the meeting-house, and cut the orchards down. \nAnd burned the barns and homesteads, and the records of the town : \nThe ghastly wounds their bullets made, \xe2\x80\x94 the dead, \xe2\x80\x94 the widows\' \n\nwail, \xe2\x80\x94 \nOur ancient chronicles record the melancholy tale. \n\nNow weak, crestfallen, sick and sore, the vanquished ranks retrace \nTheir progress through the wilderness back to their starting-place ; \nAnd such a march, \xe2\x80\x94 God, to think how faint and famished fell \nScores that from Hochelaga went buoyant and strong and well ! \n\nThe last fat English horse and dog were eaten ere they marched ; \nFew grains of corn their pouches held, unbroken and half-parched ; \nSavory leaves and bark of trees, at intervals, among \nThe oaks and pines they found, \xe2\x80\x94 but these soon palled upon the \ntongue. \n\nNo game the leafy desert held ; the startled deer had fled ; \nThe bear, the moose, the caribou to northern haunts had sped ; \nBut cawed o\'erhead the carrion-crow, from dawn till afternoon, \nAnd, nightly, howled the hungry wolf back to the laughing loon. \n\nThe soldier and the habitant drooped, fainting, side by si\'de, \xe2\x80\x94 \nOne hailed the flag, one prayed, \xe2\x80\x94 both kissed the crucifix, and died. \nAnd all along their rugged way the frequent piles of stones \nShowed to the passing traveller where lay their crumbling bones. \n\n\n\n14 REPULSE OF BEAUCOURT. \n\nAt length the wretched remnant stand before their irate lord, \nVaudreuil, who Beaucourt in a dungeon cast, and broke his sword. \n" Catiff," and " Coward," were the thanks the humbled soldier got : \nHenceforth, degraded and despised, he lived to mourn his lot. \n\nBut from New England lips uprose the grateful prayer and psalm \nTo Him who saved the Israelites by his protecting arm \nWhen Pharaoh\'s mighty hosts were drowned in the engulfing sea. \nAnd Miriam\'s voice was lifted up in tuneful prophecy. \n\nShort was the truce ere yet again the frightful warwhoop broke \nThe quiet of the far frontier : in blood and flame and smoke \nAgain the farms were wasted; and the holy Sabbath air \nRent by the sulphurous flash of guns and by the trumpet\'s blare. \n\nParent and child, the babe, the sire, were carried off or slain \nTill after Wolfe and Montcalm fell, fighting, on Abraham\'s Plain, \nAnd to the knell and muffled drum above their common pall \nWere sealed the bonds of peace between the Briton and the Gaul. \n\n\n\nAnd now our fathers\' God we bless that all those strifes are past. \nAnd pray that bonds of love and peace may henceforth ever last. \nQuebec and Boston meet by rail, and under our free rule \nLouis is master of highways, \xe2\x80\x94 Jeanne keeps the district school. \n\nOn those wild hills from which Beaucourt\'s battalions spread alarm \nA young Beaucourt is felling trees, an Aubert tills his farm. \nThe gloomy covert of wild beasts lies open to the sun, \nAnd to the hum of saw and loom its sparkling waters run. \n\n\n\nREPULSE OF BEAUCOURT. 15 \n\nNo more the foe in ambush or on murderous raid is feared ; \nThe savage, fierce allies of France have long since disappeared \nSave where, far west, the old Hurons have Wyandots become. \nAnd remnant bands of Iroquois still haunt their ancient home ; \n\nAnd half-breed Abenaquis stay, and docile Montagnais \nAt Beauport sell their beaded wares and to the Virgin pray ; \nAnd lo, in Boston domiciled, look down this board and see \nHow the Algonquins welcome us in this their grand tepee ! \n\n\n\n\nXj, \n\n\n\n28 W \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\xe2\x80\xa2 \xe2\x80\xa2 > *^-!l \n\n\n\nr .... -^.^ \'"""\'.s^ ,. 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