This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1867 Excerpt: ...which rose and fell as it held its way towards us. With desperate speed We sought safety in flight, making for the shore, which was reached without difficulty, and through the long night watched the monster, as it swam in huge circles around the little bay. At daylight it held its course out to sea, and disappeared ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1867 Excerpt: ...which rose and fell as it held its way towards us. With desperate speed We sought safety in flight, making for the shore, which was reached without difficulty, and through the long night watched the monster, as it swam in huge circles around the little bay. At daylight it held its course out to sea, and disappeared from our view forever. "We reached home safely, but for many years our canoes shunned the bay which furnished a haunt to so fearful a monster." And the old warrior stalked homeward, while Hubert took the opposite direction with Gabrielle, whose fancy was so full of ghost stories and sea serpents that she nestled delightfully close to Hubert's side, and started at every splash and ripple of the brook over which they had to pass on their way home. J-and she prepared for her return home; Rosalie was to accompany her, for news had come that the garrison at Minas had been reenforced by troops under Colonel Winslow, and that English war-vessels and transports were gathering at the mouth of the Gaspereau. Rumors of all kinds were rife, but no two were alike in subject-matter, and the labors of the Acadians went on as usual. So, in the last week of August, Rosalie left her home for the last time, and was soon sailing across the bay in the direction of Minas. As they passed through the fleet, they viewed with interest the cannon which protruded from the sides of the black war-galleys, their tall spars and the delicate tracery of their rigging against the sky; then leaving them far behind, they landed beneath the shady banks, and were soon under the hospitable roof of Jacques Gallant. During the evening Lieutenant Thorncliffe came in, and he thought that Rosalie had never seemed more beautiful; for the cool breeze had increased the flush on her b...
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