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Everyone had stories to tell, but I think the best of them concerns the arrival of the wounded last night. All the beds in Lady Bagot's little hospital were full, and the Belgians who occupied them insisted on getting up and giving their places to the English.
What else?" Sweat began to break out on Bagot's face, and he spoke as though he were carrying a heavy weight on his shoulders, low and brokenly. "Then I said, 'And if virgins has it so fine, why didn't you stay one?" "Blasphemer!" said the priest in a stern, reproachful voice, his face turning a little pale, and he brought the crucifix to his lips. "To the mother of your child shame! What more?"
Stanley to Bagot, 27 May, 1842. Bagot Correspondence: Stanley to Bagot, describing an interview with Murdoch, 1 September, 1842. See Bagot's admirable analysis of French conditions in his public and confidential despatches, 26 September, 1842. Bagot Correspondence: Bagot to Stanley, 12 June, 1842. Bagot to Stanley: 26 September, 1842 confidential. Peel to Stanley, 28 August, 1842.
I wrote down on a piece of bark the things that I would give him for her: an order on the Company at Fort o' Sin for shot, blankets, and beads. He said no." The priest paused. Bagot's face was all swimming with sweat, his body was rigid, but the veins of his neck knotted and twisted. "For the love of God, go on!" he said hoarsely.
Bagot's eyes blazed. "Why didn't you offer rum rum? They'd have done it for that one five ten kegs of rum!" He swayed to and fro in his excitement, yet their voices hardly rose above a hoarse whisper all the time. "You forget," answered the priest, "that it is against the law, and that as a priest of my order, I am vowed to give no rum to an Indian." "A vow? A vow?
"Hush!" was the calm, reproving answer. "I was one man, they were twenty." "Where was your God to help you, then?" "Her God and mine was with me." Bagot's eyes blazed. "Why didn't you offer rum rum? They'd have done it for that one five ten kegs of rum!" He swayed to and fro in his excitement, yet their voices hardly rose above a hoarse whisper all the time.
A fire suddenly shot up into Father Corraine's face, and his lips tightened for an instant, but presently he was as before, and he said: "How that will face you one day, Bagot! Go on. What else?" Sweat began to break out on Bagot's face, and he spoke as though he were carrying a heavy weight on his shoulders, low and brokenly.
I go to Lady Bagot's hospital, where he is laid up, and sit to him in the intervals of soup. That little wooden hospital is the best place I have known so far. Lady Bagot is never bustled or fussy, nor even "busy," and her staff are excellent men, with the "Mark of the Lamb" on them. I gave away a lot of things to-day to a regiment going into the trenches. The soldiers were delighted with them.
The sweat dropped from Bagot's forehead, a low growl broke from him, and he made such a motion as a lion might make at its prey. "You wouldn't wouldn't save her you coward!" He ground the words out. The priest raised his palm against the other's violence.
The new constitution was at last set on its legs, and, at last, it really did begin to 'march. Shortly after the session closed Bagot's administration came to an end. The governor was no longer young, and the factious opposition in the colony and the want of support in England wrought upon his health and spirits. The oncoming of the bitter Canadian winter tried severely the shaken man.
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