is hand, and, as if
something had excited him, said, "No, no, no; hang him and have done
with it, but I'll have nothing to do with it--not a thing. 'Tis enough
for me to rule at--"

I could hear no further, but I was now sure that he was some one of note
who had retired from any share in state affairs. He and Doltaire then
moved on to the doors of the citadel, and, pausing there, Doltaire
turned round and made a motion of his hand to Gabord. I was at once
surrounded by the squad of men, and the order to march was given. A drum
in front of me began to play a well-known derisive air of the French
army, The Fox and the Wolf.

We came out on the St. Foye Road and down towards the Chateau St. Louis,
between crowds of shouting people who beat drums, kettles, pans, and
made all manner of mocking noises. It was meant not only against myself,
but against the British people. The women were not behind the men in
violence; from them at first came handfuls of gravel and dust which
struck me in the face; but Gabord put a stop to that.

It was a shameful ordeal, which might have vexed me sorely if I had not
had greater trials and expected worse. Now and again appeared a face I
knew--some lady who turned her head away, or some gentleman who watched
me curiously, but made no sign.

When we came to the Chateau, I looked up as if casually, and there
in the little round window I saw Alixe's face--for an instant only. I
stopped in my tracks, was prodded by a soldier from behind, and I then
stepped on. Entering, we were taken to the rear of the building, where,
in an open courtyard, were a company of soldiers, some seats, and a
table. On my right was the St. Lawrence swelling on its course, hundreds
of feet beneath, little boats passing hither and thither on its flood.

We were waiting about half an hour, the noises of the clamoring crowd
coming to us, as they carried me aloft in effigy, and, burning me at the
cliff edge, fired guns and threw stones at me, till, rags, ashes, and
flame, I was tumbled into the river far below. At last, from the Chateau
came the Marquis de Vaudreuil, Bigot, and a number of officers. The
Governor looked gravely at me, but did not bow; Bigot gave me a sneering
smile, eying me curiously the while, and (I could feel) remarking on my
poor appearance to Cournal beside him--Cournal, who winked at his wife's
dishonour for the favour of her lover, who gave him means for public
robbery.

Presently the Governor was