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"
Go
you
,
Duncan
,
"
he
said
;
"
go
with
this
marquess
,
as
indeed
marquess
he
should
be
;
go
to
his
marquee
and
arrange
it
all
.
I
have
lived
to
see
two
things
in
my
old
age
,
that
never
did
I
expect
to
behold
.
An
Englishman
afraid
to
support
a
friend
,
and
a
Frenchman
too
honest
to
profit
by
his
advantage
.
"
So
saying
,
the
veteran
again
dropped
his
head
to
his
chest
,
and
returned
slowly
towards
the
fort
,
exhibiting
,
by
the
dejection
of
his
air
,
to
the
anxious
garrison
,
a
harbinger
of
evil
tidings
.
From
the
shock
of
this
unexpected
blow
the
haughty
feelings
of
Munro
never
recovered
;
but
from
that
moment
there
commenced
a
change
in
his
determined
character
,
which
accompanied
him
to
a
speedy
grave
.
Duncan
remained
to
settle
the
terms
of
the
capitulation
.
He
was
seen
to
re-enter
the
works
during
the
first
watches
of
the
night
,
and
immediately
after
a
private
conference
with
the
commandant
,
to
leave
them
again
,
It
was
then
openly
announced
,
that
hostilities
must
cease
--
Munro
having
signed
a
treaty
,
by
which
the
place
was
to
be
yielded
to
the
enemy
,
with
the
morning
;
the
garrison
to
retain
their
arms
,
their
colors
,
and
their
baggage
,
and
consequently
,
according
to
military
opinion
,
their
honor
.
"
Weave
we
the
woof
.
The
thread
is
spun
.
The
web
is
wove
.
The
work
is
done
.
"
Gray
.
The
hostile
armies
,
which
lay
in
the
wilds
of
the
Horican
,
passed
the
night
of
the
9th
of
August
,
1757
,
much
in
the
manner
they
would
had
they
encountered
on
the
fairest
fields
of
Europe
.
While
the
conquered
were
still
,
sullen
,
and
dejected
,
the
victors
triumphed
.
But
there
are
limits
alike
to
grief
and
joy
;
and
long
before
the
watches
of
the
morning
came
,
the
stillness
of
those
boundless
woods
was
only
broken
by
a
gay
call
from
some
exulting
young
Frenchman
of
the
advanced
pickets
,
or
a
menacing
challenge
from
the
fort
,
which
sternly
forbade
the
approach
of
any
hostile
footsteps
before
the
stipulated
moment
.
Even
these
occasional
threatening
sounds
ceased
to
be
heard
in
that
dull
hour
which
precedes
the
day
,
at
which
period
a
listener
might
have
sought
in
vain
any
evidence
of
the
presence
of
those
armed
powers
that
then
slumbered
on
the
shores
of
the
"
holy
lake
.
"
It
was
during
these
moments
of
deep
silence
,
that
the
canvas
which
concealed
the
entrance
to
a
spacious
marquee
in
the
French
encampment
was
shoved
aside
,
and
a
man
issued
from
beneath
the
drapery
into
the
open
air
.
He
was
enveloped
in
a
cloak
that
might
have
been
intended
as
a
protection
from
the
chilling
damps
of
the
woods
,
but
which
served
equally
well
as
a
mantle
,
to
conceal
his
person
.
He
was
permitted
to
pass
the
grenadier
,
who
watched
over
the
slumbers
of
the
French
commander
,
without
interruption
,
the
man
making
the
usual
salute
which
betokens
military
deference
,
as
the
other
passed
swiftly
through
the
little
city
of
tents
,
in
the
direction
of
William
Henry
.
Whenever
this
unknown
individual
encountered
one
of
the
numberless
sentinels
who
crossed
his
path
,
his
answer
was
prompt
,
and
as
it
appeared
satisfactory
;
for
he
was
uniformly
allowed
to
proceed
,
without
further
interrogation
.
With
the
exception
of
such
repeated
,
but
brief
interruptions
,
he
had
moved
,
silently
,
from
the
centre
of
the
camp
,
to
its
most
advanced
outposts
,
when
he
drew
nigh
the
soldier
who
held
his
watch
nearest
to
the
works
of
the
enemy
.
As
he
approached
he
was
received
with
the
usual
challenge
--
