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The autumn of this year was taken up with a series of public meetings, mostly in the East Riding, in the greater part of which J. and M.Y. had the company of Isabel Casson of Hull. In the Eleventh.
"Oh, bosh!" snapped Casson, "you can't tell a howitzer from a rocket!" Wye sat up, thoroughly offended. "To prove your dense ignorance, you yellow-bellied dragoon, let me ask you a simple question: When a shell is fired toward you can you see it coming?" "Certainly. Didn't we see the big shells at Yorktown " "Wait! When a solid shot is fired, can you see it when it is coming toward you?"
It's all on account of those Frenchmen on Little Mac's staff " "For God's sake shut up!" said Berkley nervously. "I can't stand any more just now." "Oh!" said Casson, taken aback, "I didn't know you were such cronies with your Colonel. Sorry, my dear fellow; didn't mean to seem indifferent. Poor old gentleman. I guess he will pull through. There are nurses at the front nice little things.
To hardly anyone would it naturally have occurred that Sir John Casson, with a tail of letters to his name, and a handsome pension, enjoyed at an age when his faculties were alert and his bodily strength not yet diminished, could stand in need of sympathy. But that precisely was the fact, as the woman at his side understood.
Besides the governor, the bishop and the commissioner, there were noticed among others M. Dollier de Casson, the superior of the Seminary of St. Sulpice at Montreal, several Jesuit Fathers, MM. de Varennes, governor of Three Rivers, d'Ailleboust, de Brussy and Le Moyne.
Casson, we have seen, considered Adam "rather lifted up and peppery-like": he thought the gentry made more fuss about this young carpenter than was necessary; they made no fuss about Mr. Casson, although he had been an excellent butler for fifteen years. "Well, Mr. Bede, you're one o' them as mounts hup'ards apace," he said, when Adam sat down. "You've niver dined here before, as I remember."
He pulled at his grey moustache thoughtfully, and asked: "Have the sons the Road in common, too?" A shadow darkened Sybil Linforth's face. She sat silent for some seconds, and when she answered, it was with a great reluctance. "I believe so," she said in a low voice, and she shivered. She turned her face towards Casson.
In the summer of 1669 he accompanied two Sulpician priests, of Montreal, Dollier de Casson and Gallinée, on an expedition they made, under the authority of Governor Courcelles, to the extreme western end of Ontario, where he met Jolliet, apparently for the first time, and probably had many conversations with him respecting the west and south, and their unknown rivers.
Du Peron looked around and saw Teganouan lying near. "Who's this Indian?" he asked in a low tone. "He is with me. A mission Indian." "Does he know French? Has he understood us?" "I don't know. I suppose so. Here is Father Claude de Casson. You remember him, don't you?" "Yes, indeed." The Lieutenant rose to greet the priest, and then the three sat together.
"Go on," he said; "drive carefully", and he nodded his thanks to Casson as the team swung north. The Provost Guard, filing along, carbines on thigh, opened to let him through; and he saw them turning in their saddles to peer curiously into the straw as the ambulance passed.
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