{"1": {"fulltext": "PS\\n2263\\n.A1\\n1900\\nALDINE\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0ASSICS", "height": "4084", "width": "2536", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "Class\\nBook.\\nGopyrightN\\npo\\nCOPYRIGHT DEPOSIT.", "height": "3740", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3740", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3740", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3740", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3740", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "%ty Kite tsint Mint Classics\\nEVANGELINE", "height": "3740", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3740", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3740", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "S -^c^M^yX^^St^eim^^^^^", "height": "3740", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0082\u00actoatipltne\\nA TALE OF ACADIE\\nBY\\nHENRY WADSWOETH LONGFELLOW\\nRIVERSIDE\\nBOSTON AND NEW YORK\\nHOUGHTON, MIFFLIN AND COMPANY\\n1900", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0013.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "TWo copies receivj d.\\nLibrary of COBgf M%\\nGfflco of fb@\\nMAY 2 8 1900\\nfcicgittor cf Copyrigfcf$\\nFIRST COPY?^^ f X\\nCOPYRIGHT, 1900, BY\\nALL RIGHTS RESERVED\\nCO.\\n2)", "height": "4203", "width": "2489", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0014.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "IS\\nI?\\nCONTENTS\\nPAGE\\nINTRODUCTORY NOTE. By H. E. Scuddek vii\\nHISTORICAL SKETCH. By H. E. Scuddek xx\\nEVANGELINE\\nPrelude 1\\nPart, the First 2\\nPart the Second 43\\nNOTES 91", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0015.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4203", "width": "2489", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0016.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "INTEODUCTOEY NOTE\\nIN Hawthorne s American Note-Books is the fol-\\nlowing passage\\nH. L. C. heard from a French Canadian a\\nstory of a young couple in Acadie. On their\\nmarriage day all the men of the Province were\\nsummoned to assemble in the church to hear a\\nproclamation. When assembled, they were all\\nseized and shipped off to be distributed through\\nNew England, among them the new bride-\\ngroom. His bride set off in search of him\\nwandered about New England all her lifetime,\\nand at last when she was old, she found her\\nbridegroom on his death-bed. The shock was so\\ngreat that it killed her likewise.\\nThis is the story, as set down by the ro-\\nmancer, which his friend, the Rev. H. L. Conolly,\\nhad heard from a parishioner. Mr. Conolly saw\\nin it a fine theme for a romance, but for some\\nreason Hawthorne was disinclined to undertake it.\\nOne day the two were dining with Mr. Longfel-\\nlow, and Mr. Conolly told the story again and\\nwondered that Hawthorne did not care for it.\\nIf you really do not want this incident for a\\ntale, said Mr. Longfellow to his friend, let me\\nhave it for a poem. Just when the conversation\\ntook place we cannot say, but the poem was begun", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0017.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "viii INTRODUCTORY NOTE\\napparently just after the completion of the vol-\\nume, The Belfry of Bruges and other Poems. The\\nnarrative of its development can best be told by\\nthe passages in Mr. Longfellow s diary which note\\nthe progress of the poem.\\nNovember 28, 1845. Set about Gabrielle, my\\nidyll in hexameters, in earnest. I do not mean to\\nlet a day go by without adding something to it, if\\nit be but a single line. F. and Sumner are both\\ndoubtful of the measure. To me it seems the only\\none for such a poem.\\nNovember 30. In the night, rain, rain, rain.\\nA pleasant sound. Lying awake I mused thus\\nPleasant it is to hear the sound of the rattling rain upon\\nthe roof,\\nCeaselessly falling through the night from the clouds that\\npass so far aloof\\nPleasant it is to hear the sound of the village clock that\\nstrikes the hour,\\nDropping its notes like drops of rain from the darksome\\nbelfry in the tower.\\nDecember 7. I know not what name to give\\nto not my new baby, but my new poem. Shall it\\nbe Gabrielle, or Celestine, or Evangeline\\nJanuary 8, 1846. Striving, but alas, how\\nvainly to work upon Evangeline. One interrup-\\ntion after another, till I long to fly to the desert for\\na season.\\nJanuary 12. The vacation is at hand. I hope\\nbefore its close to get far on in Evangeline. Two\\ncantos are now done which is a good beginning.", "height": "4203", "width": "2489", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0018.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "INTRODUCTORY NOTE ix\\nApril 5. After a month s cessation resumed\\nEvangeline, the sister of mercy. I hope now to\\ncarry it on to its close without break.\\nMay 20. Tried to work at Evangeline. Unsuc-\\ncessful. Gave it up.\\nMay 25. The days die and make no sign. The\\nCastalian fount is still. It has become a pool\\nwhich no descending angel troubles.\\nJuly 9. Idly busy days days which leave no\\nrecord in verse no advance made in my long-\\nneglected yet dearly loved Evangeline. The cares\\nof the world choke the good seed. But these stones\\nmust be cleared away.\\nOctober 11. I am in despair at the swift flight of\\ntime, and the utter impossibility I feel to lay hold\\nupon anything permanent. All my hours and days\\ngo on to perishable things. College takes half the\\ntime and other people, with their interminable let-\\nters and poems and requests and demands, take the\\nrest. I have hardly a moment to think of my own\\nwritings, and am cheated of some of life s fairest\\nhours. This is the extreme of folly and if I knew\\na man, far off in some foreign land, doing as I do\\nhere, I should say he was mad.\\nNovember 17. I said as I dressed myself this\\nmorning, To-day at least I will work on Evange-\\nline. But no sooner had I breakfasted than there\\ncame a note from to be answered forthwith;\\nthen to talk about a doctor; then Mr. Bates\\nto put up a fireplace then this journal, to be writ-\\nten for a week. And now it is past eleven o clock,\\nand the sun shines so brightly upon my desk and\\npapers that I can write no more.", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0019.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "x INTRODUCTORY NOTE\\nDecember 10. Laid up with a cold. Moped and\\nmowed the day through. Made an effort, however,\\nand commenced the second part of Evangeline. I\\nfelt all day wretched enough to give it the sombre\\ntone of coloring that belongs to the theme.\\nDecember 15. Stayed at home, working a little\\non Evangeline; planning out the second part,\\nwhich fascinates me, if I can but give complete\\ntone and expression to it. Of materials for this\\npart there is superabundance. The difficulty is to\\nselect, and give unity to variety.\\nDecember 17. Finished this morning, and\\ncopied, the first canto of the second part of\\nEvangeline. The portions of the poem which I\\nwrite in the morning, I write chiefly standing at\\nmy desk here [by the window], so as to need no\\ncopying. What I write at other times is scrawled\\nwith a pencil on my knee in the dark, and has to be\\nwritten out afterward. This way of writing with\\na pencil and portfolio I enjoy much as I can\\nsit by the fireside and do not use my eyes. I see\\na diorama of the Mississippi advertised. This\\ncomes very a propos. The river comes to me in-\\nstead of my going to the river and as it is to flow\\nthrough the pages of the poem, I look upon this as\\na special benediction.\\nDecember 19. Went to see Banvard s moving\\ndiorama of the Mississippi. One seems to be\\nsailing down the great stream, and sees the boats\\nand the sand-banks crested with cottonwood, and\\nthe bayous by moonlight. Three miles of canvas,\\nand a great deal of merit.\\nDecember 29. I hoped to do much on my poem", "height": "4203", "width": "2489", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0020.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "INTRODUCTORY NOTE xi\\nto-day; and did nothing. My whole morning was\\ntaken up with letters and doing up New Year s\\ngifts.\\nJanuary 7, 1847. Went to the Library and got\\nWatson s Annals of Philadelphia and the Historical\\nCollections of Pennsylvania also Darby s Geograph-\\nical Description of Louisiana. These books must help\\nme through the last part of Evangeline, so far as\\nfacts and local coloring go. But for the form and\\nthe poetry, they must come from my own brain.\\nJanuary 14. Finished the last canto of Evange-\\nline. But the poem is not finished. There are\\nthree intermediate cantos to be written.\\nJanuary 18. Billings came to hear some pas-\\nsages in Evangeline, previous to making designs.\\nAs I read,, I grew discouraged. Alas, how difficult\\nit is to produce anything really good Now I see\\nnothing but the defects of my work. I hope the\\ncritics will not find so many as I do. But onward\\nThe poem, like love, must advance or die.\\nJanuary 22. Wrote in Evangeline. Then walked\\na couple of hours. After dinner, a couple more.\\nIn the evening, the whist club.\\nJanuary 23. Morning as yesterday, sitting by\\nthe fire in a darkened room, writing with a pencil\\nin my portfolio, without the use of eyes.\\nJanuary 26. Finished second canto of Part II. of\\nEvangeline.\\nFebruary 1. During the day worked busily and\\npleasantly on Evangeline, canto third of Part II.\\nIt is nearly finished.\\nFebruary 2. Shrouded in a cold, which covers\\nme like a monk s hood. I am confident it is often", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0021.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "xii INTKODUCTORY NOTE\\nsheer laziness, when a poet refrains from writing\\nbecause he is not in the mood. Until he begins\\nhe can hardly know whether he is in the mood or\\nnot. It is reluctance to the manual labor of record-\\ning one s thoughts perhaps to the mental labor of\\nsetting them in due order.\\nFebruary 17. Find the ground covered with\\nsnow, to my sorrow for what comes as snow\\ndeparts as mud. Wrote description of the prairies\\nfor Evangeline.\\nFebruary 23. Evangeline is nearly finished. I\\nshall complete it this week, together with my for-\\ntieth year.\\nFebruary 27. Evangeline is ended. I wrote the\\nlast lines this morning.\\nFebruary 28. The last day of February.\\nWaded to church through snow and water ankle-\\ndeep. The remainder of the day, was warmly\\nhoused, save a walk on the piazza. When evening\\ncame, I really missed the poem and the pencil.\\nMarch 6. A lovely spring morning. I began to\\nrevise and correct Evangeline for the press. Went\\ncarefully over the first canto.\\nApril 3. The first canto of Evangeline in proofs.\\nSome of the lines need pounding; nails are to be\\ndriven and clenched. On the whole I am pretty\\nwell satisfied. Fields came out in the afternoon.\\nI told him of the poem, and he wants to publish it.\\nApril 9. Proof-sheets of Evangeline all tattooed\\nwith Folsom s 1 marks. How severe he is! But\\nso much the better.\\n1 Longfellow s friend, Mr. Charles Folsom, was then\\nproofreader at the printing-office where the book was set up.", "height": "4203", "width": "2489", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0022.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "INTRODUCTORY NOTE xiii\\nEvangeline was published October 30, 1847, and\\nHawthorne, who had taken a lively interest in th^\\npoem, wrote a few days after, to say that he had\\nread it with more pleasure than it would be\\ndecorous to express. Mr. Longfellow, in reply-\\ning, thanked him for a friendly notice which he\\nhad written for a Salem paper, and added Still\\nmore do I thank you for resigning to me that\\nlegend of Acady. This success I owe entirely to\\nyou, for being willing to forego the pleasure of\\nwriting a prose tale which many people would\\nhave taken for poetry, that I might write a poem\\nwhich many people take for prose.\\nThe notes which we have taken from Mr. Long-\\nfellow s diary intimate, in a degree, the method of\\nhis preparation for writing the poem. He was\\nnot writing a history nor a book of travels. He\\ndrew upon the nearest, most accessible materials,\\nwhich at that time were to be found in Halibur-\\nton s A n Historical and Statistical A ccount of Nora\\nScotia, with its liberal quotations from the Abbe\\nRaynal s emotional account of the French settlers.\\nHe may have examined Winslow s narrative of\\nthe expedition under his command, in the cabinet\\nof the Massachusetts Historical Society, not then\\nprinted, but since that time made easily access-\\nible. He did not visit Grand Pre nor the Mis-\\nsissippi, but trusted to descriptions and Banvard s\\ndiorama. At the time of the publication of Evan-\\ngeline the actual history of the deportation of the\\nAcadians had scarcely been investigated. It is\\nnot too much to say that this tale was itself the", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0023.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "xiv INTRODUCTORY NOTE\\ncause of the frequent studies since made, studies\\nwhich have resulted in a revision of the accepted\\nrendering of the facts. The publication by the\\ngovernment of Nova Scotia in 1869 of Selections\\nfrom the Public Documents of the Province of Nova\\nScotia, edited by Thomas B. Akins, D. C. L.,\\nCommissioner of Public Records, threw a great\\ndeal of light on the relations of the French and\\nEnglish A History of Nova Scotia, or A cadie, by\\nBeamish Murdock, published in 1866, and The\\nHistory of Acadia from the First Discovery to its\\nSurrender to England by the Treaty of Paris, by\\nJames Hannay, published in 1879, furnish oppor-\\ntunities for an examination of the subject and\\nsince then the work by Dr. Francis Parkman on\\nMontcalm and Wolfe gives special attention to the\\nexpulsion of the Acadians. Dr. W. J. Anderson\\npublished a paper in the Transactions of the Lit-\\nerary and Historical Society of Quebec, New\\nSeries, part vii., 1870, entitled Evangeline and the\\nArchives of Nova Scotia, in which he examines the\\npoem in the light of Mr. Akins s work, finding,\\nafter all, a substantial agreement between the\\npoem and the documents.\\nMr. Longfellow gave to a Philadelphia journal-\\nist a reminiscence of his first notice of the ma-\\nterial which was used in the conclusion of the\\npoem: I was passing down Spruce Street one\\nday toward my hotel, after a walk, when my\\nattention was attracted to a large building with\\nbeautiful trees about it, inside of a high en-\\nclosure. 1 I walked along until I came to the\\n1 The Pennsylvania Hospital.", "height": "4203", "width": "2489", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0024.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "INTRODUCTORY NOTE xv\\ngreat gate, and then stepped inside, and looked\\ncarefully over the place. The charming picture\\nof lawn, flower-beds, and shade which it presented\\nmade an impression which has never left me, and\\nwhen I came to write Evangeline I placed the\\nfinal scene, the meeting between Evangeline and\\nGabriel, and the death, at the poor-house, and the\\nburial in an old Catholic graveyard not far away,\\nwhich I found by chance in another of my walks.\\nIt will have been noticed that Mr. Longfellow\\nfrom the outset had no hesitation in the choice of\\na metre. He had before experimented in it in his\\ntranslation of The Children of the Lord s Supper,\\nand in his lines To the Driving Cloud. While\\nengaged upon Evangeline he chanced upon a spe-\\ncimen in Blackwood of a hexameter translation\\nof the Iliad, and expressed himself very em-\\nphatically on its fitness. Took down Chapman s\\nHomer he writes later, and read the second\\nbook. Rough enough and though better than\\nPope, how inferior to the books in hexameter in\\nBlackwood The English world is not yet awake\\nto the beauty of that metre. After his poem\\nwas published, he wrote The public takes more\\nkindly to hexameters than I could have ima-\\ngined, and referring to a criticism on Evangeline\\nby Mr. Felton, in which the metre was considered,\\nhe said: I am more than ever glad that I chose\\nthis metre for my poem. Again he notes\\nin his diary Talked with Theophilus Parsons\\nabout English hexameters and almost persuaded\\nhim to be a Christian. While his mind was", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0025.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "xvi INTRODUCTORY NOTE\\nthus dwelling on the subject, he fell into the\\nmeasure in his journal entries, and in these lines\\nunder date of December 18, 1847.\\nSoft through the silent air descend the feathery snow-\\nflakes\\nWhite are the distant hills, white are the neighboring\\nfields\\nOnly the marshes are brown, and the river rolling\\namong them\\nWeareth the leaden hue seen in the eyes of the blind.\\nEspecially interesting is the experiment which\\nhe made, while in the process of his work, in an-\\nother metre. Finished second canto of Part II.\\nof Evangeline. I then tried a passage of it in the\\ncommon rhymed English pentameter. It is the\\nsong of the mocking-bird\\nUpon a spray that overhung the stream,\\nThe mocking-bird, awaking from his dream,\\nPoured such delirious music from his throat\\nThat all the air seemed listening to his note.\\nPlaintive at first the song began, and slow\\nIt breathed of sadness, and of pain and woe\\nThen, gathering all his notes, abroad he flung\\nThe multitudinous music from his tongue,\\nAs, after showers, a sudden gust again\\nUpon the leaves shakes down the rattling rain.\\nAs the story of Evangeline was the incentive to\\nhistorical inquiry, so the successful use of the hex-\\nameter had much to do both with the revival of\\nthe measure and with a critical discussion upon\\nits value. Arthur Hugh Clough employed the\\nmetre in his pastoral poem, The Bothie of Toper-", "height": "4203", "width": "2489", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0026.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "INTRODUCTORY NOTE xvii\\nna-Vuolich, and wrote to Mr. Emerson: Will\\nyou convey to Mr. Longfellow the fact that it was\\na reading of his Evangeline aloud to my mother\\nand sister, which, coming after a reperusal of the\\n1 Iliad, occasioned this outbreak of hexameters\\nThe reader will find the subject of hexameters\\ndiscussed by Matthew Arnold in his lectures On\\nTranslating Homer; by James Spedding in Eng-\\nlish Hexameters, in his volume Reviews and Dis-\\ncussions, Literary, Political, and Historical, not re-\\nlating to Bacon; and by John Stuart Blackie in\\nRemarks on English Hexameters contained in his\\nvolume Horce Hellenicce.\\nOf the longer poems of our chief singer, says\\nDr. Holmes, I should not hesitate to select\\nEvangeline as the masterpiece, and I think the\\ngeneral verdict of opinion would confirm my\\nchoice. The German model which it follows in\\nits measure and the character of its story was it-\\nself suggested by an earlier idyl. If Dorothea\\nwas the mother of Evangeline, Luise was the\\nmother of Dorothea. And what a beautiful crea-\\ntion is the Acadian maiden From the first line\\nof the poem, from its first words, we read as we\\nwould float down a broad and placid river, mur-\\nmuring softly against its banks, heaven over it,\\nand the glory of the unspoiled wilderness all\\naround,\\nThis is the forest primeval.\\nThe words are already as familiar as\\nMrjvw #ei5e, 6ed 9", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0027.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "xviii INTRODUCTORY NOTE\\nor\\nArma virumque cano.\\nThe hexameter has been often criticised, but I do\\nnot believe any other measure could have told\\nthat lovely story with such effect, as we feel when\\ncarried along the tranquil current of these brim-\\nming, slow-moving, soul-satisfying lines. Imagine\\nfor one moment a story like this minced into octo-\\nsyllabics. The poet knows better than his critics\\nthe length of step which best befits his muse.\\nThe measure lends itself easily to the lingering\\nmelancholy which marks the greater part of the\\npoem, and the poet s fine sense of harmony be-\\ntween subject and form is rarely better shown than\\nin this poem. The fall of the verse at the end of\\nthe line and the sharp recovery at the beginning\\nof the next are snares, it is true, to the unwary\\nreader the voice naturally seeks a rest in the mid-\\ndle of the line, and this rest, or csesural pause, has\\nto be carefully regarded but a little practice will\\nenable one to acquire that habit of reading the\\nhexameter, which we may liken, roughly, to the\\nclimbing of a hill, resting a moment on the sum-\\nmit, and then descending the other side. The\\ncharm in reading Evangeline aloud, after a clear\\nunderstanding of the sense, which is the essential\\nin all good reading, is found in this gentle labor of\\nthe former half of the line, and gentle acceleration\\nof the latter half.\\nThe publication of Evangeline doubtless marks\\nthe period of Mr. Longfellow s greatest accession\\nof fame, as it probably is the poem which the ma-", "height": "4203", "width": "2489", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0028.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "INTRODUCTORY NOTE xix\\njority of readers would first name if called upon to\\nindicate the poet s most commanding work. It\\nwas finished, as we have seen, upon his fortieth\\nbirthday. Two days before, the following lines\\nwere written by Mr. Longfellow in his diary\\nEpigramme\\nPar un ci-devant jeune homme, en approchant de la quaran-\\ntine.\\nu Sous le firmament\\nTout n est que changement,\\nTout passe\\nLe cantique le dit,\\nII est ainsi ecrit,\\nD est sans contredit,\\nTout passe.\\nO douce vie humaine\\nO temps qui nous entraine\\nDestinee souveraine\\nTout change.\\nMoi qui, poete reveur,\\nNe f us jamais friseur,\\nJe frise, oh, quelle horreur\\nLa quarantaine", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0029.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "HISTOKICAL BASIS OF THE POEM\\nTHE country now known as Nova Scotia, and\\ncalled formerly Acadie by the French, was in\\nthe hands of the French and English by turns until\\nthe year 1713, when, by the Peace of Utrecht, it\\nwas ceded by France to Great Britain, and has\\never since remained in the possession of the Eng-\\nlish. But in 1713 the inhabitants of the peninsula\\nwere mostly French farmers and fishermen, living\\nabout Minas Basin and on Annapolis River, and\\nthe English government exercised only a nominal\\ncontrol over them. It was not till 1749 that the\\nEnglish themselves began to make settlements in\\nthe country, and that year they laid the founda-\\ntions of the town of Halifax. A jealousy soon\\nsprang up between the English and French set-\\ntlers, which was deepened by the great conflict\\nwhich was impending between the two mother\\ncountries for the treaty of peace at Aix-la-Cha-\\npelle in 1748, which confirmed the English title\\nto Nova Scotia, was scarcely more than a truce\\nbetween the two powers which had been strug-\\ngling for ascendency since the beginning of the\\ncentury. The French engaged in a long contro-\\nversy with the English respecting the boundaries\\nof Acadie, which had been defined by the treaties\\nin somewhat general terms, and intrigues were\\ncarried on with the Indians, who were generally", "height": "4203", "width": "2489", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0030.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "HISTOKICAL BASIS OF POEM xxi\\nin sympathy with the Trench, for the annoyance\\nof the English settlers. The Acadians were allied\\nto the French by blood and by religion, but they\\nclaimed to have the rights of neutrals, and that\\nthese rights had been granted to them by previous\\nEnglish officers of the crown. The one point of\\nspecial dispute was the oath of allegiance de-\\nmanded of the Acadians by the English. This\\nthey refused to take, except in a form modified to\\nexcuse them from bearing arms against the\\nFrench. The demand was repeatedly made, and\\nevaded with constant ingenuity and persistency.\\nMost of the Acadians were probably simple-\\nminded and peaceful people, who desired only to\\nlive undisturbed upon their farms; but there\\nwere some restless spirits, especially among the\\nyoung men, who compromised the reputation of\\nthe community, and all were very much under\\nthe influence of their priests, some of whom made\\nno secret of their bitter hostility to the English,\\nand of their determination to use every means\\nto be rid of them.\\nAs the English interests grew and the critical\\nrelations between the two countries approached\\nopen warfare, the question of how to deal with the\\nAcadian problem became the commanding one of\\nthe colony. There were some who coveted the\\nrich farms of the Acadians there were some who\\nwere inspired by religious hatred but the pre-\\nvailing spirit was one of fear for themselves from\\nthe near presence of a community which, calling\\nitself neutral, might at any time offer a convene", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0031.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "xxii HISTORICAL BASIS OF POEM\\nient ground for hostile attack. Yet to require\\nthese people to withdraw to Canada or Louisburg\\nwould be to strengthen the hands of the French,\\nand make these neutrals determined enemies.\\nThe colony finally resolved, without consulting\\nthe home government, to remove the Acadians to\\nother parts of North America, distributing them\\nthrough the colonies in such a way as to preclude\\nany concert amongst the scattered families by\\nwhich they should return to Acadia. To do this\\nrequired quick and secret preparations. There\\nwere at the service of the English governor a\\nnumber of New England troops, brought thither\\nfor the capture of the forts lying in the debatable\\nland about the head of the Bay of Fundy. These\\nwere under the command of Lieutenan1 Colonel\\nJohn Winslow, of Massachusetts, a great-grand-\\nson of Governor Edward Winslow, of Plymouth,\\nand to this gentleman and Captain Alexander\\nMurray was intrusted the task of removal. They\\nwere instructed to use stratagem, if possible, to\\nbring together the various families, but to prevent\\nany from escaping to the woods. On the 2d of\\nSeptember, 1755, Winslow issued a written order,\\naddressed to the inhabitants of Grand-Pre, Minas,\\nRiver Canard, etc., as well ancient as young\\nmen and lads, a proclamation summoning all\\nthe males to attend him in the church at Grand-\\nPre on the 5th instant, to hear a communication\\nwhich the governor had sent. As there had been\\nnegotiations respecting the oath of allegiance, and\\nmuch discussion as to the withdrawal of the", "height": "4203", "width": "2489", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0032.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "HISTORICAL BASIS OF POEM xxiii\\nAcadians from the country, though none as to\\ntheir removal and dispersal, it was understood\\nthat this was an important meeting, and upon\\nthe day named four hundred and. eighteen men\\nand boys assembled in the church. Winslow, at-\\ntended by his officers and men, caused a guard to\\nbe placed round the church, and then announced\\nto the people his majesty s decision that they were\\nto be removed with their families out of the\\ncountry. The church became at once a guard-\\nhouse, and all the prisoners were under strict sur-\\nveillance. At the same time similar plans had\\nbeen carried out at Pisiquid under Captain Mur-\\nray, and less successfully at Chignecto. Mean-\\nwhile there were whispers of a rising among the\\nprisoners, and although the transports which had\\nbeen ordered from Boston had not yet arrived, it\\nwas determined to make use of the vessels which\\nhad conveyed the troops, and remove the men to\\nthese for safer keeping. This was done on the\\n10th of September, and the men remained on\\nthe vessels in the harbor until the arrival of the\\ntransports, when these were made use of, and\\nabout three thousand souls were sent out of the\\ncountry to North Carolina, Virginia T Maryland,\\nPennsylvania, New York, Connecticut, and Massa-\\nchusetts. In the haste and confusion of sending\\nthem off, a haste which was increased by the\\nanxiety of the officers to be rid of the distasteful\\nbusiness, and a confusion which was greater from\\nthe difference of tongues, many families were\\nseparated, and some at least never came together\\nagain.", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0033.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "xxiv HISTORICAL BASIS OF POEM\\nThe story of Evangeline is the story of such a\\nseparation. The removal of the Acadians was a\\nblot upon the government of Nova Scotia and\\nupon that of Great Britain, which never disowned\\nthe deed, although it was probably done without\\ndirect permission or command from England. It\\nproved to be unnecessary, but it must also be\\nremembered that to many men at that time the\\nEnglish power seemed trembling before France,\\nand that the colony at Halifax regarded the act\\nas one of self-preservation.", "height": "4203", "width": "2489", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0034.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "EVANGELINE\\nA TALE OF ACADIE\\nTHIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring\\npines and the hemlocks,\\nBearded with moss, and in garments green, indis-\\ntinct in the twilight,\\nStand like Druids of old, with voices sad and pro-\\nphetic,\\nStand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on\\ntheir bosoms.\\nLoud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neigh-\\nboring ocean\\nSpeaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the\\nwail of the forest.\\nThis is the forest primeval; but where are the\\nhearts that beneath it\\nLeaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland\\nthe voice of the huntsman\\nWhere is the thatch-roofed village, the home of\\nAcadian farmers,\\nMen whose lives glided on like rivers that water\\nthe woodlands,\\nDarkened by shadows of earth, but reflecting an\\nimage of heaven?", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0035.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "2 EVANGELINE\\nWaste are those pleasant farms, and the farmers\\nforever departed\\nScattered like dust and leaves, when the mighty\\nblasts of October\\nSeize them, and whirl them aloft, and sprinkle them\\nfar o er the ocean.\\nNaught but tradition remains of the beautiful vil-\\nlage of Grand-Pre.\\nYe who believe in affection that hopes, and en-\\ndures, and is patient,\\nYe who believe in the beauty and strength of\\nwoman s devotion,\\nList to the mournful tradition still sung by the\\npines of the forest\\nList to a Tale of Love in Acadie, home of the\\nhappy.\\nPART THE FIRST\\nIn the Acadian land, on the shores of the Basin of\\nMinas,\\nDistant, secluded, still, the little village of Grand-\\nPre*\\nLay in the fruitful valley. Vast meadows stretched\\nto the eastward,\\nGiving the village its name, and pasture to flocks\\nwithout number.\\nDikes, that the hands of the farmers had raised\\nwith labor incessant,", "height": "4203", "width": "2489", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0036.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "PART THE FIRST 3\\nShut out the turbulent tides but at stated seasons\\nthe flood-gates\\nOpened and welcomed the sea to wander at will o er\\nthe meadows.\\nWest and south there were fields of flax, and or-\\nchards and cornfields\\nSpreading afar and unfenced o er the plain; and\\naway to the northward\\nBlomidon rose, and the forests old, and aloft on the\\nmountains\\nSea-fogs pitched their tents, and mists from the\\nmighty Atlantic\\nLooked on the happy valley, but ne er from their\\nstation descended.\\nThere, in the midst of its farms, reposed the Aca-\\ndian village.\\nStrongly built were the houses, with frames of oak\\nand of hemlock,\\nSuch as the peasants of Normandy built in the reign\\nof the Henries.\\nThatched were the roofs, with dormer-windows;\\nand gables projecting\\nOver the basement below protected and shaded the\\ndoorway.\\nThere in the tranquil evenings of summer, when\\nbrightly the sunset\\nLighted the village street, and gilded the vanes on\\nthe chimneys,\\nMatrons and maidens sat in snow-white caps and\\nin kirtles\\nScarlet and blue and green, with distaffs spinning\\nthe golden", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0037.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "4 EVANGELINE\\nFlax for the gossiping looms, whose noisy shuttles\\nwithin doors\\nMingled their sound with the whir of the wheels\\nand the songs of the maidens.\\nSolemnly down the street came the parish priest,\\nand the children\\nPaused in their play to kiss the hand he extended\\nto bless them.\\nReverend walked he among them; and up rose\\nmatrons and maidens,\\nHailing his slow approach with words of affection-\\nate welcome.\\nThen came the laborers home from the field, and\\nserenely the sun sank\\nDown to his rest, and twilight prevailed. Anon\\nfrom the belfry\\nSoftly the Angelus sounded, and over the roofs of\\nthe village\\nColumns of pale blue smoke, like clouds of incense\\nascending,\\nRose from a hundred hearths, the homes of peace\\nand contentment.\\nThus dwelt together in love these simple Acadian\\nfarmers,\\nDwelt in the love of God and of man. Alike were\\nthey free from\\nFear, that reigns with the tyrant, and envy, the\\nvice of republics.\\nNeither locks had they to their doors, nor bars to\\ntheir windows;", "height": "4203", "width": "2489", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0038.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "PART THE FIRST 5\\nBut their dwellings were open as day and the hearts\\nof the owners\\nThere the richest was poor, and the poorest lived in\\nabundance.\\nSomewhat apart from the village, and nearer the\\nBasin of Minas,\\nBenedict Bellefontaine, the wealthiest farmer of\\nGrand-Pre*,\\nDwelt on his goodly acres and with him, directing\\nhis household,\\nGentle Evangeline lived, his child, and the pride of\\nthe village.\\nStalworth and stately in form was the man of sev-\\nenty winters\\nHearty and hale was he, an oak that is covered with\\nsnow-flakes\\nWhite as the snow were his locks, and his cheeks\\nas brown as the oak-leaves.\\nFair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen\\nsummers\\nBlack were her eyes as the berry that grows on the\\nthorn by the wayside,\\nBlack, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the\\nbrown shade of her tresses\\nSweet was her breath as the breath of kine that\\nfeed in the meadows.\\nWhen in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at\\nnoontide\\nFlagons of home-brewed ale, ah fair in sooth was\\nthe maiden.", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0039.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "6 EVANGELINE\\nFairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the\\nbell from its turret\\nSprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest\\nwith his hyssop\\nSprinkles the congregation, and scatters blessings\\nupon them,\\nDown the long street she passed, with her chaplet\\nof beads and her missal,\\nWearing her Norman cap and her kirtie of blue,\\nand the ear-rings\\nBrought in the olden time from France, and since,\\nas an heirloom,\\nHanded down from mother to child, through long\\ngenerations.\\nBut a celestial brightness a more ethereal\\nbeauty\\nShone on her face and encircled her form, when,\\nafter confession,\\nHomeward serenely she walked with God s benedic-\\ntion upon her.\\nWhen she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of\\nexquisite music.\\nFirmly builded with rafters of oak, the house of\\nthe farmer\\nStood on the side of a hill commanding the sea\\nand a shady\\nSycamore grew by the door, with a woodbine wreath-\\ning around it.\\nRudely carved was the porch, with seats beneath\\nand a footpath\\nLed through an orchard wide, and disappeared in\\nthe meadow.", "height": "4203", "width": "2489", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0040.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "PART THE FIRST 7\\nUnder the sycamore-tree were hives overhung by a\\npenthouse,\\nSuch as the traveller sees in regions remote by the\\nroadside,\\nBuilt o er a box for the poor, or the blessed image\\nof Mary.\\nFarther down, on the slope of the hill, was the well\\nwith its moss-grown\\nBucket, fastened with iron, and near it a trough for\\nthe horses.\\nShielding the house from storms, on the north, were\\nthe barns and the farm-yard\\nThere stood the broad-wheeled wains and the an-\\ntique ploughs and the harrows\\nThere were the folds for the sheep and there, in\\nhis feathered seraglio,\\nStrutted the lordly turkey, and crowed the cock,\\nwith the selfsame\\nVoice that in ages of old had startled the penitent\\nPeter.\\nBursting with hay were the barns, themselves a\\nvillage. In each one\\nFar o er the gable projected a roof of thatch and\\na staircase,\\nUnder the sheltering eaves, led up to the odorous\\ncorn-loft.\\nThere too the dove-cot stood, with its meek and\\ninnocent inmates\\nMurmuring ever of love while above in the vari-\\nant breezes\\nNumberless noisy weathercocks rattled and sang\\nof mutation.", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0041.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "8 EVANGELINE\\nThus, at peace with God and the world, the\\nfarmer of Grand-Pre\\nLived on his sunny farm, and Evangeline gov-\\nerned his household.\\nMany a youth, as he knelt in church and opened\\nhis missal,\\nFixed his eyes upon her as the saint of his deep-\\nest devotion\\nHappy was he who might touch her hand or the\\nhem of her garment\\nMany a suitor came to her door, by the darkness\\nbefriended,\\nAnd, as he knocked and waited to hear the sound\\nof her footsteps,\\nKnew not which beat the louder, his heart or the\\nknocker of iron\\nOr, at the joyous feast of the Patron Saint of the\\nvillage,\\nBolder grew, and pressed her hand in the dance\\nas he whispered\\nHurried words of love, that seemed a part of the\\nmusic.\\nBut among all who came young Gabriel only was\\nwelcome\\nGabriel Lajeunesse, the son of Basil the black-\\nsmith,\\nWho was a mighty man in the village, and hon-\\nored of all men\\nFor since the birth of time, throughout all ages\\nand nations,\\nHas the craft of the smith been held in repute by\\nthe people.", "height": "4210", "width": "2549", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0042.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "PART THE FIRST 9\\nBasil was Benedict s friend. Their children from\\nearliest childhood\\nGrew up together as brother and sister; and\\nFather Felician,\\nPriest and pedagogue both in the village, had\\ntaught them their letters\\nOut of the selfsame book, with the hymns of the\\nchurch and the plain-song.\\nBut when the hymn was sung, and the daily les-\\nson completed,\\nSwiftly they hurried away to the forge of Basil\\nthe blacksmith.\\nThere at the door they stood, with wondering eyes\\nto behold him\\nTake in his leathern lap the hoof of the horse as a\\nplaything,\\nNailing the shoe in its place while near him the\\ntire of the cart-wheel\\nLay like a fiery snake, coiled round in a circle of\\ncinders.\\nOft on autumnal eves, when without in the gath-\\nering darkness\\nBursting with light seemed the smithy, through\\nevery cranny and crevice,\\nWarm by the forge within they watched the\\nlaboring bellows,\\nAnd as its panting ceased, and the sparks expired\\nin the ashes,\\nMerrily laughed, and said they were nuns going\\ninto the chapel.\\nOft on sledges in winter, as swift as the swoop of\\nthe eagle,", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0043.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "10 EVANGELINE\\nDown the hillside bounding, they glided away o er\\nthe meadow.\\nOft in the barns they climbed to the populous\\nnests on the rafters,\\nSeeking with eager eyes that wondrous stone,\\nwhich the swallow\\nBrings from the shore of the sea to restore the\\nsight of its fledglings\\nLucky was he who found that stone in the nest of\\nthe swallow\\nThus passed a few swift years, and they no longer\\nwere children.\\nHe was a valiant youth, and his face, like the face\\nof the morning,\\nGladdened the earth with its light, and ripened\\nthought into action.\\nShe was a woman now, with the heart and hopes\\nof a woman.\\nSunshine of Saint Eulalie was she called for\\nthat was the sunshine\\nWhich, as the farmers believed, would load their\\norchards with apples\\nShe too would bring to her husband s house de-\\nlight and abundance,\\nFilling it with love and the ruddy faces of chil-\\ndren.\\nii\\nNow had the season returned, when the nights\\ngrow colder and longer,\\nAnd the retreating sun the sign of the Scorpion\\nenters.", "height": "4210", "width": "2549", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0044.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "PART THE FIRST 11\\nBirds of passage sailed through the leaden air,\\nfrom the ice-bound,\\nDesolate northern bays to the shores of tropical is-\\nlands.\\nHarvests were gathered in; and wild with the\\nwinds of September\\nWrestled the trees of the forest, as Jacob of old\\nwith the angel.\\nAll the signs foretold a winter long and inclem-\\nent.\\nBees, with prophetic instinct of want, had hoarded\\ntheir honey\\nTill the hives overflowed and the Indian hunters\\nasserted\\nCold would the winter be, for thick was the fur of\\nthe foxes.\\nSuch was the advent of autumn. Then followed\\nthat beautiful season,\\nCalled by the pious Acadian peasants the Summer\\nof All-Saints\\nFilled was the air with a dreamy and magical\\nlight and the landscape\\nLay as if new-created in all the freshness of child-\\nhood.\\nPeace seemed to reign upon earth, and the restless\\nheart of the ocean\\nWas for a moment consoled. All sounds were in\\nharmony blended.\\nVoices of children at play, the crowing of cocks in\\nthe farm-yards,\\nWhir of wings in the drowsy air, and the cooing of\\npigeons,", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0045.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "12 EVANGELINE\\nAll were subdued and low as the murmurs of love,\\nand the great sun\\nLooked with the eye of love through the golden\\nvapors around him\\nWhile arrayed in its robes of russet and scarlet and\\nyellow,\\nBright with the sheen of the dew, each glittering\\ntree of the forest\\nFlashed like the plane-tree the Persian adorned\\nwith mantles and jewels.\\nNow recommenced the reign of rest and affec-\\ntion and stillness.\\nDay with its burden and heat had departed, and\\ntwilight descending\\nBrought back the evening star to the sky, and the\\nherds to the homestead.\\nPawing the ground they came, and resting their\\nnecks on each other,\\nAnd with their nostrils distended inhaling the\\nfreshness of evening.\\nForemost, bearing the bell, Evangeline s beautiful\\nheifer,\\nProud of her snow-white hide, and the ribbon that\\nwaved from her collar,\\nQuietly paced and slow, as if conscious of human\\naffection.\\nThen came the shepherd back with his bleating\\nflocks from the seaside,\\nWhere was their favorite pasture. Behind them\\nfollowed the watch-dog,", "height": "4210", "width": "2549", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0046.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "PART THE FIRST 13\\nPatient, full of importance, and grand in the pride\\nof his instinct,\\nWalking from side to side with a lordly air, and\\nsuperbly-\\nWaving his bushy tail, and urging forward the\\nstragglers\\nRegent of flocks was he when the shepherd slept\\ntheir protector,\\nWhen from the forest at night, through the starry\\nsilence, the wolves howled.\\nLate, with the rising moon, returned the wains\\nfrom the marshes,\\nLaden with briny hay, that filled the air with its\\nodor.\\nCheerily neighed the steeds, with dew on their\\nmanes and their fetlocks,\\nWhile aloft on their shoulders the wooden and\\nponderous saddles,\\nPainted with brilliant dyes, and adorned with tas-\\nsels of crimson,\\nNodded in bright array, like hollyhocks heavy\\nwith blossoms.\\nPatiently stood the cows meanwhile, and yielded\\ntheir udders\\nUnto the milkmaid s hand; whilst loud and in\\nregular cadence\\nInto the sounding pails the foaming streamlets\\ndescended.\\nLowing of cattle and peals of laughter were heard\\nin the farm-yard,\\nEchoed back by the barns. Anon they sank into\\nstillness", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0047.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "14 EVANGELINE\\nHeavily closed, with a jarring sound, the valves of\\nthe barn-doors,\\nRattled the wooden bars, and all for a season was\\nsilent.\\nIn-doors, warm by the wide-mouthed fireplace,\\nidly the farmer\\nSat in his elbow-chair, and watched how the flames\\nand the smoke-wreaths\\nStruggled together like foes in a burning city. Be-\\nhind him,\\nNodding and mocking along the wall with gestures\\nfantastic,\\nDarted his own huge shadow, and vanished away\\ninto darkness.\\nFaces, clumsily carved in oak, on the back of his\\narm-chair\\nLaughed in the flickering light, and the pewter\\nplates on the dresser\\nCaught and reflected the flame, as shields of armies\\nthe sunshine.\\nFragments of song the old man sang, and carols of\\nChristmas,\\nSuch as at home, in the olden time, his fathers\\nbefore him\\nSang in their Norman orchards and bright Bur-\\ngundian vineyards.\\nClose at her father s side was the gentle Evangeline\\nseated,\\nSpinning flax for the loom that stood in the cor-\\nner behind her.\\nSilent awhile were its treadles, at rest was its\\ndiligent shuttle,", "height": "4210", "width": "2549", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0048.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "PART THE FIRST 15\\nWhile the monotonous drone of the wheel, like\\nthe drone of a bagpipe,\\nFollowed the old man s song, and united the frag-\\nments together.\\nAs in a church, when the chant of the choir at\\nintervals ceases,\\nFootfalls are heard in the aisles, or words of the\\npriest at the altar,\\nSo, in each pause of the song, with measured\\nmotion the clock clicked.\\nThus as they sat, there were footsteps heard,\\nand, suddenly lifted,\\nSounded the wooden latch, and the door swung\\nback on its hinges.\\nBenedict knew by the hob-nailed shoes it was\\nBasil the blacksmith,\\nAnd by her beating heart Evangeline knew who\\nwas with him.\\nWelcome the farmer exclaimed, as their foot-\\nsteps paused on the threshold,\\nWelcome, Basil, my friend! Come, take thy\\nplace on the settle\\nClose by the chimney-side, which is always empty\\nwithout thee\\nTake from the shelf overhead thy pipe and the\\nbox of tobacco\\nNever so much thyself art thou as when, through\\nthe curling\\nSmoke of the pipe or the forge, thy friendly and\\njovial face gleams\\nRound and red as the harvest moon through the\\nmist of the marshes.", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0049.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "16 EVANGELINE\\nThen, with a smile of content, thus answered\\nBasil the blacksmith,\\nTaking with easy air the accustomed seat by the\\nfireside\\nBenedict Belief ontaine, thou hast ever thy jest\\nand thy ballad\\nEver in cheerfullest mood art thou, when others\\nare filled with\\nGloomy forebodings of ill, and see only ruin\\nbefore them.\\nHappy art thou, as if every day thou hadst picked\\nup a horseshoe.\\nPausing a moment, to take the pipe that Evange-\\nline brought him,\\nAnd with a coal from the embers had lighted, he\\nslowly continued\\nFour days now are passed since the English ships\\nat their anchors\\nBide in the Gaspereau s mouth, with their cannon\\npointed against us.\\nWhat their design may be is unknown but all are\\ncommanded\\nOn the morrow to meet in the church, where his\\nMajesty s mandate\\nWill be proclaimed as law in the land. Alas in\\nthe mean time\\nMany surmises of evil alarm the hearts of the\\npeople.\\nThen made answer the farmer Perhaps some\\nfriendlier purpose\\nBrings these ships to our shores. Perhaps the\\nharvests in England", "height": "4210", "width": "2549", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0050.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "PART THE FIRST 17\\nBy untimely rains or untimelier heat have been\\nblighted,\\nAnd from our bursting barns they would feed\\ntheir cattle and children.\\nNot so thinketh the folk in the village, said\\nwarmly the blacksmith,\\nShaking his head as in doubt; then, heaving a\\nsigh, he continued\\nLouisburg is not forgotten, nor Beau Sejour, nor\\nPort Royal.\\nMany already have fled to the forest, and lurk on\\nits outskirts,\\nWaiting with anxious hearts the dubious fate of\\nto-morrow.\\nArms have been taken from us, and warlike wea-\\npons of all kinds\\nNothing is left but the blacksmith s sledge and\\nthe scythe of the mower.\\nThen with a pleasant smile made answer the jovial\\nfarmer\\nSafer are we unarmed, in the midst of our flocks\\nand our cornfields,\\nSafer within these peaceful dikes besieged by the\\nocean,\\nThan our fathers in forts, besieged by the enemy s\\ncannon.\\nFear no evil, my friend, and to-night may no\\nshadow of sorrow\\nFall on this house and hearth for this is the\\nnight of the contract.\\nBuilt are the house and the barn. The merry\\nlads of the village", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0051.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "18 EVANGELINE\\nStrongly have built them and well and, breaking\\nthe glebe round about them,\\nFilled the barn with hay, and the house with food\\nfor a twelvemonth.\\nRene Leblanc will be here anon, with his papers\\nand inkhorn.\\nShall we not then be glad, and rejoice in the joy\\nof our children\\nAs apart by the window she stood, with her hand\\nin her lover s,\\nBlushing Evangeline heard the words that her\\nfather had spoken,\\nAnd, as they died on his lips, the worthy notary\\nentered.\\nin\\nBent like a laboring oar, that toils in the turf\\nof the ocean,\\nBent, but not broken, by age was the form of the\\nnotary public\\nShocks of yellow hair, like the silken floss of the\\nmaize, hung\\nOver his shoulders his forehead was high and\\nglasses with horn bows\\nSat astride on his nose, with a look of wisdom\\nsupernal.\\nFather of twenty children was he, and more than\\na hundred\\nChildren s children rode on his knee, and heard\\nhis great watch tick.\\nFour long years in the times of the war had he\\nlanguished a captive,", "height": "4210", "width": "2549", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0052.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "PART THE FIRST 19\\nSuffering much in an old French fort as the\\nfriend of the English.\\nNow, though warier grown, without all guile or\\nsuspicion,\\nRipe in wisdom was he, but patient, and simple,\\nand childlike.\\nHe was beloved by all, and most of all by the\\nchildren\\nFor he told them tales of the Loup-garou in the\\nforest,\\nAnd of the goblin that came in the night to water\\nthe horses,\\nAnd of the white Letiche, the ghost of a child\\nwho unchristened\\nDied, and was doomed to haunt unseen the cham-\\nbers of children\\nAnd how on Christmas eve the oxen talked in the\\nstable,\\nAnd how the fever was cured by a spider shut up\\nin a nutshell,\\nAnd of the marvellous powers of four-leaved\\nclover and horseshoes,\\nWith whatsoever else was writ in the lore of the\\nvillage.\\nThen up rose from his seat by the fireside Basil\\nthe blacksmith,\\nKnocked from his pipe the ashes, and slowly\\nextending his right hand,\\nFather Leblanc, he exclaimed, thou hast\\nheard the talk in the village,\\nAnd, perchance, canst tell us some news of these\\nships and their errand.", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0053.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "20 EVANGELINE\\nThen with modest demeanor made answer the\\nnotary public,\\nGossip enough have I heard, in sooth, yet am\\nnever the wiser\\nAnd what their errand may be I know no better\\nthan others.\\nYet am I not of those who imagine some evil\\nintention\\nBrings them here, for we are at peace and why\\nthen molest us\\nGod s name shouted the hasty and somewhat\\nirascible blacksmith\\nMust we in all things look for the how, and the\\nwhy, and the wherefore\\nDaily injustice is done, and might is the right of\\nthe strongest\\nBut, without heeding his warmth, continued the\\nnotary public,\\nMan is unjust, but God is just and finally jus-\\ntice\\nTriumphs; and well I remember a story, that\\noften consoled me,\\nWhen as a captive I lay in the old French fort at\\nPort Royal.\\nThis was the old man s favorite tale, and he loved\\nto repeat it\\nWhen his neighbors complained that any injustice\\nwas done them.\\nOnce in an ancient city, whose name I no longer\\nremember,\\nRaised aloft on a column, a brazen statue of Jus-\\ntice", "height": "4210", "width": "2549", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0054.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "PART THE FIRST 21\\nStood in the public square, upholding the scales in\\nits left hand,\\nAnd in its right a sword, as an emblem that jus-\\ntice presided\\nOver the laws of the land, and the hearts and\\nhomes of the people.\\nEven the birds had built their nests in the scales\\nof the balance,\\nHaving no fear of the sword that flashed in the\\nsunshine above them.\\nBut in the course of time the laws of the land\\nwere corrupted\\nMight took the place of right, and the weak were\\noppressed, and the mighty\\nRuled with an iron rod. Then it chanced in a\\nnobleman s palace\\nThat a necklace of pearls was lost, and ere long a\\nsuspicion\\nFell on an orphan girl who lived as a maid in the\\nhousehold.\\nShe, after form of trial condemned to die on the\\nscaffold,\\nPatiently met her doom at the foot of the statue\\nof Justice.\\nAs to her Father in heaven her innocent spirit as-\\ncended,\\nLo o er the city a tempest rose and the bolts of\\nthe thunder\\nSmote the statue of bronze, and hurled in wrath\\nfrom its left hand\\nDown on the pavement below the clattering scales\\nof the balance,", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0055.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "22 EVANGELINE\\nAnd in the hollow thereof was found the nest of\\na magpie,\\nInto whose clay-built walls the necklace of pearls\\nwas inwoven.\\nSilenced, but not convinced, when the story was\\nended, the blacksmith\\nStood like a man who fain would speak, but\\nfindeth no language\\nAll his thoughts were congealed into lines on his\\nface, as the vapors\\nFreeze in fantastic shapes on the window-panes in\\nthe winter.\\nThen Evangeline lighted the brazen lamp on the\\ntable,\\nFilled, till it overflowed, the pewter tankard with\\nhome-brewed\\nNut-brown ale, that was famed for its strength in\\nthe village of Grand-Pre\\nWhile from his pocket the notary drew his papers\\nand inkhorn,\\nWrote with a steady hand the date and the age of\\nthe parties,\\nNaming the dower of the bride in flocks of sheep\\nand in cattle.\\nOrderly all things proceeded, and duly and well\\nwere completed,\\nAnd the great seal of the law was set like a sun on\\nthe margin.\\nThen from his leathern pouch the farmer threw on\\nthe table\\nThree times the old man s fee in solid pieces of\\nsilver", "height": "4210", "width": "2549", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0056.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "PART THE FIRST 23\\nAnd the notary rising, and blessing the bride and\\nbridegroom,\\nLifted aloft the tankard of ale and drank to their\\nwelfare.\\nWiping the foam from his lip, he solemnly bowed\\nand departed,\\nWhile in silence the others sat and mused by the\\nfireside,\\nTill Evangeline brought the draught-board out of\\nits corner.\\nSoon was the game begun. In friendly contention\\nthe old men\\nLaughed at each lucky hit, or unsuccessful manoeu-\\nvre,\\nLaughed when a man was crowned, or a breach\\nwas made in the king-row.\\nMeanwhile apart, in the twilight gloom of a win-\\ndow s embrasure,\\nSat the lovers and whispered together, beholding\\nthe moon rise\\nOver the pallid sea and the silvery mists of the\\nmeadows.\\nSilently one by one, in the infinite meadows of\\nheaven,\\nBlossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of\\nthe angels.\\nThus was the evening passed. Anon the bell\\nfrom the belfry\\nRang out the hour of nine, the village curfew, and\\nstraightway\\nRose the guests and departed and silence reigned\\nin the household.", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0057.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "24 EVANGELINE\\nMany a farewell word and sweet good-night on the\\ndoor-step\\nLingered long in Evangeline s heart, and filled it\\nwith gladness.\\nCarefully then were covered the embers that glowed\\non the hearth-stone,\\nAnd on the oaken stairs resounded the tread of the\\nfarmer.\\nSoon with a soundless step the foot of Evangeline\\nfollowed.\\nUp the staircase moved a luminous space in the\\ndarkness,\\nLighted less by the lamp than the shining face of\\nthe maiden.\\nSilent she passed the hall, and entered the door of\\nher chamber.\\nSimple that chamber was, with its curtains of\\nwhite, and its clothes-press\\nAmple and high, on whose spacious shelves were\\ncarefully folded\\nLinen and woollen stuffs, by the hand of Evange-\\nline woven.\\nThis was the precious dower she would bring to\\nher husband in marriage,\\nBetter than flocks and herds, being proofs of her\\nskill as a housewife.\\nSoon she extinguished her lamp, for the mellow\\nand radiant moonlight\\nStreamed through the windows, and lighted the\\nroom, till the heart of the maiden\\nSwelled and obeyed its power, like the tremulous\\ntides of the ocean.", "height": "4210", "width": "2549", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0058.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "PART THE FIRST 25\\nAh I she was fair, exceeding fair to behold, as she\\nstood with\\nNaked snow-white feet on the gleaming floor of\\nher chamber\\nLittle she dreamed that below, among the trees of\\nthe orchard,\\nWaited her lover and watched for the gleam of her\\nlamp and her shadow.\\nYet were her thoughts of him, and at times a feel-\\ning of sadness\\nPassed o er her soul, as the sailing shade of clouds\\nin the moonlight\\nFlitted across the floor and darkened the room for\\na moment.\\nAnd, as she gazed from the window, she saw\\nserenely the moon pass\\nForth from the folds of a cloud, and one star follow\\nher footsteps,\\nAs out of Abraham s tent young Ishmael wandered\\nwith Hagar.\\nIV\\nPleasantly rose next morn the sun on the village\\nof Grand-Pre.\\nPleasantly gleamed in the soft, sweet air the Basin\\nof Minas,\\nWhere the ships, with their wavering shadows,\\nwere riding at anchor.\\nLife had long been astir in the village, and clamor-\\nous labor\\nKnocked with its hundred hands at the golden\\ngates of the morning.", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0059.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "26 EVANGELINE\\nNow from the country around, from the farms and\\nneighboring hamlets,\\nCame in their holiday dresses the blithe Acadian\\npeasants.\\nMany a glad good-morrow and jocund laugh\\nfrom the young folk\\nMade the bright air brighter, as up from the\\nnumerous meadows,\\nWhere no path could be seen but the track of\\nwheels in the greensward,\\nGroup after group appeared, and joined, or passed\\non the highway.\\nLong ere noon, in the village all sounds of labor\\nwere silenced.\\nThronged were the streets with people and noisy\\ngroups at the house-doors\\nSat in the cheerful sun, and rejoiced and gossiped\\ntogether.\\nEvery house was an inn, where all were welcomed\\nand feasted\\nFor with this simple people, who lived like bro-\\nthers together,\\nAll things were held in common, and what one\\nhad was another s.\\nYet under Benedict s roof hospitality seemed more\\nabundant\\nFor Evangeline stood among the guests of her\\nfather\\nBright was her face with smiles, and words of\\nwelcome and gladness\\nFell from her beautiful lips, and blessed the cup\\nas she gave it.", "height": "4210", "width": "2549", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0060.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "PART THE FIRST 27\\nUnder the open sky, in the odorous air of the\\norchard,\\nStript of its golden fruit, was spread the feast of\\nbetrothal.\\nThere in the shade of the porch were the priest\\nand the notary seated\\nThere good Benedict sat, and sturdy Basil the\\nblacksmith.\\nNot far withdrawn from these, by the cider-press\\nand the bee-hives,\\nMichael the fiddler was placed, with the gayest of\\nhearts and of waistcoats.\\nShadow and light from the leaves alternately\\nplayed on his snow-white\\nHair, as it waved in the wind and the jolly face\\nof the fiddler\\nGlowed like a living coal when the ashes are\\nblown from the embers.\\nGayly the old man sang to the vibrant sound of\\nhis fiddle,\\nTous les Bourgeois de Chartres, and Le Carillon de\\nDunkerque,\\nAnd anon with his wooden shoes beat time to the\\nmusic.\\nMerrily, merrily whirled the wheels of the dizzy-\\ning dances\\nUnder the orchard-trees and down the path to the\\nmeadows\\nOld folk and young together, and children min-\\ngled among them.\\nFairest of all the maids was Evangeline, Bene-\\ndict s daughter", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0061.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "28 EVANGELINE\\nNoblest of all the youths was Gabriel, son of the\\nblacksmith\\nSo passed the morning away. And lo with\\na summons sonorous\\nSounded the bell from its tower, and over the\\nmeadows a drum beat.\\nThronged erelong was the church with men. With-\\nout, in the churchyard,\\nWaited the women. They stood by the graves,\\nand hung on the headstones\\nGarlands of autumn-leaves and evergreens fresh\\nfrom the forest.\\nThen came the guard from the ships, and march-\\ning proudly among them\\nEntered the sacred portal. With loud and disso-\\nnant clangor\\nEchoed the sound of their brazen drums from\\nceiling and casement,\\nEchoed a moment only, and slowly the ponderous\\nportal\\nClosed, and in silence the crowd awaited the will\\nof the soldiers.\\nThen uprose their commander, and spake from\\nthe steps of the altar,\\nHolding aloft in his hands, with its seals, the\\nroyal commission.\\nYou are convened this day, he said, by his\\nMajesty s orders.\\nClement and kind has he been but how you have\\nanswered his kindness", "height": "4210", "width": "2549", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0062.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "PART THE FIRST 29\\nLet your own hearts reply To my natural make\\nand my temper\\nPainful the task is I do, which to you I know\\nmust be grievous.\\nYet must I bow and obey, and deliver the will of\\nour monarch\\nNamely, that all your lands, and dwellings, and\\ncattle of all kinds\\nForfeited be to the crown; and that you your-\\nselves from this province\\nBe transported to other lands. God grant you may\\ndwell there\\nEver as faithful subjects, a happy and peaceable\\npeople\\nPrisoners now I declare you, for such is his Ma-\\njesty s pleasure\\nAs, when the air is serene in the sultry solstice of\\nsummer,\\nSuddenly gathers a storm, and the deadly sling of\\nthe hailstones\\nBeats down the farmer s corn in the field, and\\nshatters his windows,\\nHiding the sun, and strewing the ground with\\nthatch from the house-roofs,\\nBellowing fly the herds, and seek to break their\\nenclosures\\nSo on the hearts of the people descended the words\\nof the speaker.\\nSilent a moment they stood in speechless wonder,\\nand then rose\\nLouder and ever louder a wail of sorrow and\\nanger,", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0063.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "30 EVANGELINE\\nAnd, by one impulse moved, they madly rushed to\\nthe door-way.\\nVain was the hope of escape and cries and fierce\\nimprecations\\nRang through the house of prayer and high o er\\nthe heads of the others\\nRose, with his arms uplifted, the figure of Basil the\\nblacksmith,\\nAs, on a stormy sea, a spar is tossed by the billows.\\nFlushed was his face and distorted with passion\\nand wildly he shouted,\\nDown with the tyrants of England! we never\\nhave sworn them allegiance\\nDeath to these foreign soldiers, who seize on our\\nhomes and our harvests\\nMore he fain would have said, but the merciless\\nhand of a soldier\\nSmote him upon the mouth, and dragged him\\ndown to the pavement.\\nIn the midst of the strife and tumult of angry\\ncontention,\\nLo the door of the chancel opened, and Father\\nFelician\\nEntered, with serious mien, and ascended the steps\\nof the altar.\\nRaising his reverend hand, with a gesture he awed\\ninto silence\\nAll that clamorous throng and thus he spake to\\nhis people\\nDeep were his tones and solemn in accents mea-\\nsured and mournful", "height": "4210", "width": "2549", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0064.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "PART THE FIRST 31\\nSpake he, as, after the tocsin s alarum, distinctly\\nthe clock strikes.\\nWhat is this that ye do, my children what mad-\\nness has seized you\\nForty years of my life have I labored among you,\\nand taught you,\\nNot in word alone, but in deed, to love one an-\\nother\\nIs this the fruit of my toils, of my vigils and\\nprayers and privations\\nHave you so soon forgotten all lessons of love and\\nforgiveness\\nThis is the house of the Prince of Peace, and\\nwould you profane it\\nThus with violent deeds and hearts overflowing\\nwith hatred?\\nLo where the crucified Christ from His cross is\\ngazing upon you\\nSee in those sorrowful eyes what meekness and\\nholy compassion\\nHark how those lips still repeat the prayer, i O\\nFather, forgive them\\nLet us repeat that prayer in the hour when the\\nwicked assail us,\\nLet us repeat it now, and say, O Father, forgive\\nthem\\nFew were his words of rebuke, but deep in the\\nhearts of his people\\nSank they, and sobs of contrition succeeded the\\npassionate outbreak,\\nWhile they repeated his prayer, and said, O\\nFather, forgive them 1", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0065.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "32 EVANGELINE\\nThen came the evening service. The tapers\\ngleamed from the altar\\nFervent and deep was the voice of the priest, and\\nthe people responded,\\nNot with their lips alone, but their hearts and\\nthe Ave Maria\\nSang they, and fell on their knees, and their souls,\\nwith devotion translated,\\nRose on the ardor of prayer, like Elijah ascending\\nto heaven.\\nMeanwhile had spread in the village the tidings\\nof ill, and on all sides\\nWandered, wailing, from house to house the women\\nand children.\\nLong at her father s door Evangeline stood, with\\nher right hand\\nShielding her eyes from the level rays of the sun,\\nthat, descending,\\nLighted the village street with mysterious splendor,\\nand roofed each\\nPeasant s cottage with golden thatch, and embla-\\nzoned its windows.\\nLong within had been spread the snow-white cloth\\non the table\\nThere stood the wheaten loaf, and the honey fra-\\ngrant with wild flowers\\nThere stood the tankard of ale, and the cheese\\nfresh brought from the dairy\\nAnd at the head of the board the great arm-chair\\nof the farmer.\\nThus did Evangeline wait at her father s door, as\\nthe sunset", "height": "4210", "width": "2549", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0066.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "PART THE FIRST 33\\nThrew the long shadows of trees o er the broad\\nambrosial meadows.\\nAh on her spirit within a deeper shadow had\\nfallen,\\nAnd from the fields of her soul a fragrance celes-\\ntial ascended,\\nCharity, meekness, love, and hope, and forgiveness,\\nand patience\\nThen, all forgetful of self, she wandered into the\\nvillage,\\nCheering with looks and words the mournful hearts\\nof the women,\\nAs o er the darkening fields with lingering steps\\nthey departed,\\nUrged by their household cares, and the weary feet\\nof their children.\\nDown sank the great red sun, and in golden, glim-\\nmering vapors\\nVeiled the light of his face, like the Prophet de-\\nscending from Sinai.\\nSweetly over the village the bell of the Angelus\\nsounded.\\nMeanwhile, amid the gloom, by the church\\nEvangeline lingered.\\nAll was silent within and in vain at the door and\\nthe windows\\nStood she, and listened and looked, until, over-\\ncome by emotion,\\nGabriel cried she aloud with tremulous voice\\nbut no answer\\nCame from the graves of the dead, nor the\\ngloomier grave of the living.", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0067.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "34 EVANGELINE\\nSlowly at length she returned to the tenantless\\nhouse of her father.\\nSmouldered the fire on the hearth, on the board\\nwas the supper untasted.\\nEmpty and drear was each room, and haunted\\nwith phantoms of terror.\\nSadly echoed her step on the stair and the floor of\\nher chamber.\\nIn the dead of the night she heard the disconso-\\nlate rain fall\\nLoud on the withered leaves of the sycamore-tree\\nby the window.\\nKeenly the lightning flashed; and the voice of\\nthe echoing thunder\\nTold her that God was in heaven, and governed\\nthe world He created\\nThen she remembered the tale she had heard of\\nthe justice of Heaven\\nSoothed was her troubled soul, and she peacefully\\nslumbered till morning.\\nFour times the sun had risen and set and now\\non the fifth day\\nCheerily called the cock to the sleeping maids of\\nthe farm-house.\\nSoon o er the yellow fields, in silent and mournful\\nprocession,\\nCame from the neighboring hamlets and farms\\nthe Acadian women,\\nDriving in ponderous wains their household goods\\nto the sea-shore,", "height": "4210", "width": "2549", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0068.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "PART THE FIRST 35\\nPausing and looking back to gaze once more on\\ntheir dwellings,\\nEre they were shut from sight by the winding\\nroad and the woodland.\\nClose at their sides their children ran, and urged\\non the oxen,\\nWhile in their little hands they clasped some\\nfragments of playthings.\\nThus to the Gaspereau s mouth they hurried\\nand there on the sea-beach\\nPiled in confusion lay the household goods of the\\npeasants.\\nAll day long between the shore and the ships did\\nthe boats ply\\nAll day long the wains came laboring down from\\nthe village.\\nLate in the afternoon, when the sun was near to\\nhis setting,\\nEchoed far o er the fields came the roll of drums\\nfrom the churchyard.\\nThither the women and children thronged. On a\\nsudden the church-doors\\nOpened, and forth came the guard, and marching\\nin gloomy procession\\nFollowed the long-imprisoned, but patient, Aca-\\ndian farmers.\\nEven as pilgrims, who journey afar from their\\nhomes and their country,\\nSing as they go, and in singing forget they are\\nweary and wayworn,\\nSo with songs on their lips the Acadian peasants\\ndescended", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0069.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "36 EVANGELINE\\nDown from the church to the shore, amid their\\nwives and their daughters.\\nForemost the young men came and, raising to-\\ngether their voices,\\nSang with tremulous lips a chant of the Catholic\\nMissions\\nSacred heart of the Saviour O inexhaustible\\nfountain\\nFill our hearts this day with strength and submis-\\nsion and patience\\nThen the old men, as they marched, and the\\nwomen that stood by the w T ayside\\nJoined in the sacred psalm, and the birds in the\\nsunshine above them\\nMingled their notes therewith, like voices of\\nspirits departed.\\nHalf-way down to the shore Evangeline waited\\nin silence,\\nNot overcome with grief, but strong in the hour\\nof affliction,\\nCalmly and sadly she waited, until the procession\\napproached her,\\nAnd she beheld the face of Gabriel pale with\\nemotion.\\nTears then filled her eyes, and, eagerly running to\\nmeet him,\\nClasped she his hands, and laid her head on his\\nshoulder, and whispered,\\nGabriel be of good cheer for if we love one\\nanother\\nNothing, in truth, can harm us, whatever mis-\\nchances may happen", "height": "4210", "width": "2549", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0070.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "PART THE FIRST 37\\nSmiling she spake these words then suddenly-\\npaused, for her father\\nSaw she, slowly advancing. Alas how changed\\nwas his aspect\\nGone was the glow from his cheek, and the fire\\nfrom his eye, and his footstep\\nHeavier seemed with the weight of the heavy\\nheart in his bosom.\\nBut with a smile and a sigh, she clasped his neck\\nand embraced him,\\nSpeaking words of endearment where words of\\ncomfort availed not.\\nThus to the Gaspereau s mouth moved on that\\nmournful procession.\\nThere disorder prevailed, and the tumult and\\nstir of embarking.\\nBusily plied the freighted boats and in the con-\\nfusion\\nWives were torn from their husbands, and mo-\\nthers, too late, saw their children\\nLeft on the land, extending their arms, with\\nwildest entreaties.\\nSo unto separate ships were Basil and Gabriel\\ncarried,\\nWhile in despair on the shore Evangeline stood\\nwith her father.\\nHalf the task was not done when the sun went\\ndown, and the twilight\\nDeepened and darkened around and in haste the\\nrefluent ocean\\nFled away from the shore, and left the line of the\\nsand-beach", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0071.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "38 EVANGELINE\\nCovered with waifs of the tide, with kelp and the\\nslippery sea-weed.\\nFarther back in the midst of the household goods\\nand the wagons,\\nLike to a gypsy camp, or a leaguer after a battle,\\nAll escape cut oif by the sea, and the sentinels near\\nthem,\\nLay encamped for the night the houseless Acadian\\nfarmers.\\nBack to its nethermost caves retreated the bellow-\\ning ocean,\\nDragging adown the beach the rattling pebbles,\\nand leaving\\nInland and far up the shore the stranded boats of\\nthe sailors.\\nThen, as the night descended, the herds returned\\nfrom their pastures\\nSweet was the moist still air with the odor of milk\\nfrom their udders\\nLowing they waited, and long, at the well-known\\nbars of the farm-yard,\\nWaited and looked in vain for the voice and the\\nhand of the milkmaid.\\nSilence reigned in the streets from the church no\\nAngelus sounded,\\nRose no smoke from the roofs, and gleamed no\\nlights from the windows.\\nBut on the shores meanwhile the evening fires\\nhad been kindled,\\nBuilt of the drift-wood thrown on the sands from\\nwrecks in the tempest.", "height": "4210", "width": "2549", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0072.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "PART THE FIRST 39\\nRound them shapes of gloom and sorrowful faces\\nwere gathered,\\nVoices of women were heard, and of men, and the\\ncrying of children.\\nOnward from fire to fire, as from hearth to hearth\\nin his parish,\\nWandered the faithful priest, consoling and bless-\\ning and cheering,\\nLike unto shipwrecked Paul on Melita s desolate\\nseashore.\\nThus he approached the place where Evangeline\\nsat with her father,\\nAnd in the flickering light beheld the face of the\\nold man,\\nHaggard and hollow and wan, and without either\\nthought or emotion,\\nE en as the face of a clock from which the hands\\nhave been taken.\\nVainly Evangeline strove with words and caresses\\nto cheer him,\\nVainly offered him food yet he moved not, he\\nlooked not, he spake not,\\nBut, with a vacant stare, ever gazed at the flicker-\\ning fire-light.\\nBenedicite murmured the priest, in tones of\\ncompassion.\\nMore he fain would have said, but his heart was\\nfull, and his accents\\nFaltered and paused on his lips, as the feet of a\\nchild on a threshold,\\nHushed by the scene he beholds, and the awful\\npresence of sorrow.", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0073.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "40 EVANGELINE\\nSilently, therefore, he laid his hand on the head of\\nthe maiden,\\nRaising his tearful eyes to the silent stars that\\nabove them\\nMoved on their way, unperturbed by the wrongs\\nand sorrows of mortals.\\nThen sat he down at her side, and they wept to-\\ngether in silence.\\nSuddenly rose from the south a light, as in au-\\ntumn the blood-red\\nMoon climbs the crystal walls of heaven, and o er\\nthe horizon\\nTitan-like stretches its hundred hands upon moun-\\ntain and meadow,\\nSeizing the rocks and the rivers, and piling huge\\nshadows together.\\nBroader and ever broader it gleamed on the roofs\\nof the village,\\nGleamed on the sky and sea, and the ships that lay\\nin the roadstead.\\nColumns of shining smoke uprose, and flashes of\\nflame were\\nThrust through their folds and withdrawn, like\\nthe quivering hands of a martyr.\\nThen as the wind seized the gleeds and the burn-\\ning thatch, and, uplifting,\\nWhirled them aloft through the air, at once from\\na hundred house-tops\\nStarted the sheeted smoke with flashes of flame in-\\ntermingled.", "height": "4210", "width": "2549", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0074.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "PART THE FIRST 41\\nThese things beheld in dismay the crowd on the\\nshore and on shipboard.\\nSpeechless at first they stood, then cried aloud in\\ntheir anguish,\\nWe shall behold no more our homes in the vil-\\nlage of Grand-Pre\\nLoud on a sudden the cocks began to crow in the\\nfarm-yards,\\nThinking the day had dawned and anon the low-\\ning of cattle\\nCame on the evening breeze, by the barking of\\ndogs interrupted.\\nThen rose a sound of dread, such as startles the\\nsleeping encampments\\nFar in the western prairies of forests that skirt\\nthe Nebraska,\\nWhen the wild horses affrighted sweep by with the\\nspeed of the whirlwind,\\nOr the loud bellowing herds of buffaloes rush to\\nthe river.\\nSuch was the sound that arose on the night, as the\\nherds and the horses\\nBroke through their folds and fences, and madly\\nrushed o er the meadows.\\nOverwhelmed with the sight, yet speechless, the\\npriest and the maiden\\nGazed on the scene of terror that reddened and\\nwidened before them\\nAnd as they turned at length to speak to their\\nsilent companion,", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0075.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "42 EVANGELINE\\nLo! from his seat he had fallen, and stretched\\nabroad on the seashore\\nMotionless lay his form, from which the soul had\\ndeparted.\\nSlowly the priest uplifted the lifeless head, and the\\nmaiden\\nKnelt at her father s side, and wailed aloud in her\\nterror.\\nThen in a swoon she sank, and lay with her head\\non his bosom.\\nThrough the long night she lay in deep, oblivious\\nslumber\\nAnd when she woke from the trance, she beheld a\\nmultitude near her.\\nFaces of friends she beheld, that were mournfully\\ngazing upon her,\\nPallid, with tearful eyes, and looks of saddest com-\\npassion.\\nStill the blaze of the burning village illumined\\nthe landscape,\\nKeddened the sky overhead, and gleamed on the\\nfaces around her,\\nAnd like the day of doom it seemed to her waver-\\ning senses.\\nThen a familiar voice she heard, as it said to the\\npeople,\\nLet us bury him here by the sea. When a hap-\\npier season\\nBrings us again to our homes from the unknown\\nland of our exile,\\nThen shall his sacred dust be piously laid in the\\nchurchyard.", "height": "4210", "width": "2549", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0076.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "PART THE SECOND 43\\nSuch were the words of the priest. And there in\\nhaste by the sea-side,\\nHaving the glare of the burning village for funeral\\ntorches,\\nBut without bell or book, they buried the farmer\\nof Grand-Pre.\\nAnd as the voice of the priest repeated the service\\nof sorrow,\\nLo with a mournful sound like the voice of a\\nvast congregation,\\nSolemnly answered the sea, and mingled its roar\\nwith the dirges.\\nT was the returning tide, that afar from the waste\\nof the ocean,\\nWith the first dawn of the day, came heaving and\\nhurrying landward.\\nThen recommenced once more the stir and noise of\\nembarking\\nAnd with the ebb of the tide the ships sailed out\\nof the harbor,\\nLeaving behind them the dead on the shore, and\\nthe village in ruins.\\nPART THE SECOND\\nMany a weary year had passed since the burning\\nof Grand-Pre,\\nWhen on the falling tide the freighted vessels de-\\nparted,\\nBearing a nation, with all its household gods, into\\nexile,", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0077.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "44 EVANGELINE\\nExile without an end, and without an example in\\nstory.\\nFar asunder, on separate coasts, the Acadians\\nlanded\\nScattered were they, like flakes of snow, when the\\nwind from the northeast\\nStrikes aslant through the fogs that darken the\\nBanks of Newfoundland.\\nFriendless, homeless, hopeless, they wandered from\\ncity to city,\\nFrom the cold lakes of the North to sultry Southern\\nsavannas,\\nFrom the bleak shores of the sea to the lands where\\nthe Father of Waters\\nSeizes the hills in his hands, and drags them down\\nto the ocean,\\nDeep in their sands to bury the scattered bones of\\nthe mammoth.\\nFriends they sought and homes; and many, de-\\nspairing, heart-broken,\\nAsked of the earth but a grave, and no longer a\\nfriend nor a fireside.\\nWritten their history stands on tablets of stone in\\nthe churchyards.\\nLong among them was seen a maiden who waited\\nand wandered,\\nLowly and meek in spirit, and patiently suffering\\nall things.\\nFair was she and young but, alas before her ex-\\ntended,\\nDreary and vast and silent, the desert of life, with\\nits pathway", "height": "4210", "width": "2549", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0078.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "PART THE SECOND 45\\nMarked by the graves of those who had sorrowed\\nand suffered before her,\\nPassions long extinguished, and hopes long dead\\nand abandoned,\\nAs the emigrant s way o er the Western desert is\\nmarked by\\nCamp-fires long consumed, and bones that bleach\\nin the sunshine.\\nSomething there was in her life incomplete, imper-\\nfect, unfinished\\nAs if a morning of June, with all its music and\\nsunshine,\\nSuddenly paused in the sky, and, fading, slowly de-\\nscended\\nInto the east again, from whence it late had\\narisen.\\nSometimes she lingered in towns, till, urged by the\\nfever within her,\\nUrged by a restless longing, the hunger and thirst\\nof the spirit,\\nShe would commence again her endless search and\\nendeavor\\nSometimes in churchyards strayed, and gazed on\\nthe crosses and tombstones,\\nSat by some nameless grave, and thought that per-\\nhaps in its bosom\\nHe was already at rest, and she longed to slumber\\nbeside him.\\nSometimes a rumor, a hearsay, an inarticulate whis-\\nper,\\nCame with its airy hand to point and beckon her\\nforward.", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0079.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "46 EVANGELINE\\nSometimes she spake with those who had seen her\\nbeloved and known him,\\nBut it was long ago, in some far-off place or forgot-\\nten.\\nGabriel Lajennesse they said Oh, yes we\\nhave seen him.\\nHe was with Basil the blacksmith, and both have\\ngone to the prairies\\nCoureurs-des-bois are they, and famous hunters\\nand trappers.\\nGabriel Lajeunesse said others Oh, yes we\\nhave seen him.\\nHe is a voyageur in the lowlands of Louisiana.\\nThen would they say, Dear child why dream\\nand wait for him longer?\\nAre there not other youths as fair as Gabriel?\\nothers\\nWho have hearts as tender and true, and spirits as\\nloyal?\\nHere is Baptiste Leblanc, the notary s son, who has\\nloved thee\\nMany a tedious year; come, give him thy hand\\nand be happy\\nThou art too fair to be left to braid St. Catherine s\\ntresses.\\nThen would Evangeline answer, serenely but sadly,\\nI cannot\\nWhither my heart has gone, there follows my hand,\\nand not elsewhere.\\nFor when the heart goes before, like a lamp, and\\nillumines the pathway,\\nMany things are made clear, that else lie hidden in\\ndarkness.", "height": "4210", "width": "2549", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0080.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "PAfiT THE SECOND 47\\nThereupon the priest, her friend and father con-\\nfessor,\\nSaid, with a smile, O daughter thy God thus\\nspeaketh within thee\\nTalk not of wasted affection, affection never was\\nwasted\\nIf it enrich not the heart of another, its waters, re-\\nturning\\nBack to their springs, like the rain, shall fill them\\nfull of refreshment\\nThat which the fountain sends forth returns again\\nto the fountain.\\nPatience accomplish thy labor accomplish thy\\nwork of affection\\nSorrow and silence are strong, and patient endur-\\nance is godlike.\\nTherefore accomplish thy labor of love, till the\\nheart is made godlike,\\nPurified, strengthened, perfected, and rendered\\nmore worthy of heaven\\nCheered by the good man s words, Evangeline\\nlabored and waited.\\nStill in her heart she heard the funeral dirge of\\nthe ocean,\\nBut with its sound there was mingled a voice that\\nwhispered, Despair not\\nThus did that poor soul wander in want and\\ncheerless discomfort,\\nBleeding, barefooted, over the shards and thorns\\nof existence.\\nLet me essay, O Muse to follow the wanderer s\\nfootsteps", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0081.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "48 EVANGELINE\\nNot through each devious path, each changeful\\nyear of existence\\nBut as a traveller follows a streamlet s course\\nthrough the valley\\nFar from its margin at times, and seeing the\\ngleam of its water\\nHere and there, in some open space, and at inter-\\nvals only\\nThen drawing nearer its banks, through sylvan\\nglooms that conceal it,\\nThough he behold it not, he can hear its continu-\\nous murmur\\nHappy, at length, if he find a spot where it\\nreaches an outlet.\\nii\\nIt was the month of May. Far down the Beau-\\ntiful River,\\nPast the Ohio shore and past the mouth of the\\nWabash,\\nInto the golden stream of the broad and swift\\nMississippi,\\nFloated a cumbrous boat, that was rowed by Aca-\\ndian boatmen.\\nIt was a band of exiles a raft, as it were, from\\nthe shipwrecked\\nNation, scattered along the coast, now floating to-\\ngether,\\nBound by the bonds of a common belief and a\\ncommon misfortune\\nMen and women and children, who, guided by\\nhope or by hearsay,", "height": "4210", "width": "2549", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0082.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "PART THE SECOND 49\\nSought for their kith and their kin among the\\nfew-acred farmers\\nOn the Acadian coast, and the prairies of fair\\nOpelousas.\\nWith them Evangeline went, and her guide, the\\nFather Felician.\\nOnward o er sunken sands, through a wilderness\\nsombre with forests,\\nDay after day they glided adown the turbulent\\nriver\\nNight after night, by their blazing fires, encamped\\non its borders.\\nNow through rushing chutes, among green is-\\nlands, where plumelike\\nCotton-trees nodded their shadowy crests, they\\nswept with the current,\\nThen emerged into broad lagoons, where silvery\\nsand-bars\\nLay in the stream, and along the wimpling waves\\nof their margin,\\nShining with snow-white plumes, large flocks of\\npelicans waded.\\nLevel the landscape grew, and along the shores\\nof the river,\\nShaded by china-trees, in the midst of luxuriant\\ngardens,\\nStood the houses of planters, with negro cabins\\nand dove-cots.\\nThey were approaching the region where reigns\\nperpetual summer,\\nWhere through the Golden Coast, and groves of\\norange and citron,", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0083.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "50 EVANGELINE\\nSweeps with majestic curve the river away to the\\neastward.\\nThey, too, swerved from their course and, enter-\\ning the Bayou of Plaquemine,\\nSoon were lost in a maze of sluggish and devious\\nwaters,\\nWhich, like a network of steel, extended in every\\ndirection.\\nOver their heads the towering and tenebrous\\nboughs of the cypress\\nMet in a dusky arch, and trailing mosses in mid-\\nair\\nWaved like banners that hang on the walls of\\nancient cathedrals.\\nDeathlike the silence seemed, and unbroken, save\\nby the herons\\nHome to their roosts in the cedar-trees returning\\nat sunset,\\nOr by the owl, as he greeted the moon with de-\\nmoniac laughter.\\nLovely the moonlight was as it glanced and\\ngleamed on the water,\\nGleamed on the columns of cypress and cedar sus-\\ntaining the arches,\\nDown through whose broken vaults it fell as\\nthrough chinks in a ruin.\\nDreamlike, and indistinct, and strange were all\\nthings around them\\nAnd o er their spirits there came a feeling of won-\\nder and sadness,\\nStrange forebodings of ill, unseen and that cannot\\nbe compassed.", "height": "4150", "width": "2549", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0084.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "PART THE SECOND 51\\nAs, at the tramp of a horse s hoof on the turf of\\nthe prairies,\\nFar in advance are closed the leaves of the shrink-\\ning mimosa,\\nSo, at the hoof-beats of fate, with sad forebodings\\nof evil,\\nShrinks and closes the heart, ere the stroke of doom\\nhas attained it.\\nBut Evangeline s heart was sustained by a vision,\\nthat faintly\\nFloated before her eyes, and beckoned her on\\nthrough the moonlight.\\nIt was the thought of her brain that assumed the\\nshape of a phantom.\\nThrough those shadowy aisles had Gabriel wan-\\ndered before her,\\nAnd every stroke of the oar now brought him\\nnearer and nearer.\\nThen in his place, at the prow of the boat, rose\\none of the oarsmen,\\nAnd, as a signal sound, if others like them perad-\\nventure\\nSailed on those gloomy and midnight streams, blew\\na blast on his bugle.\\nWild through the dark colonnades and corridors\\nleafy the blast rang,\\nBreaking the seal of silence and giving tongues to\\nthe forest.\\nSoundless above them the banners of moss just\\nstirred to the music.\\nMultitudinous echoes awoke and died in the dis-\\ntance,", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0085.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "52 EVANGELINE\\nOver the watery floor, and beneath the reverberant\\nbranches\\nBnt not a voice replied no answer came from the\\ndarkness\\nAnd when the echoes had ceased, like a sense of\\npain was the silence.\\nThen Evangeline slept but the boatmen rowed\\nthrough the midnight,\\nSilent at times, then singing familiar Canadian\\nboat-songs,\\nSuch as they sang of old on their own Acadian\\nrivers,\\nWhile through the night were heard the mysteri-\\nous sounds of the desert,\\nFar off, indistinct, as of wave or wind in the\\nforest,\\nMixed with the whoop of the crane and the roar of\\nthe grim alligator.\\nThus ere another noon they emerged from the\\nshades and before them\\nLay, in the golden sun, the lakes of the Atchafa-\\nlaya.\\nWater-lilies in myriads rocked on the slight undu-\\nlations\\nMade by the passing oars, and, resplendent in\\nbeauty, the lotus\\nLifted her golden crown above the heads of the\\nboatmen.\\nFaint was the air with the odorous breath of mag-\\nnolia blossoms,\\nAnd with the heat of noon and numberless sylvan\\nislands,", "height": "4150", "width": "2549", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0086.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "PART THE SECOND 53\\nFragrant and thickly embowered with blossoming\\nhedges of roses,\\nNear to whose shores they glided along, invited to\\nslumber.\\nSoon by the fairest of these their weary oars were\\nsuspended.\\nUnder the boughs of Wachita willows, that grew\\nby the margin,\\nSafely their boat was moored and scattered about\\non the greensward,\\nTired with their midnight toil, the weary travellers\\nslumbered.\\nOver them vast and high extended the cope of a\\ncedar.\\nSwinging from its great arms, the trumpet-flower\\nand the grapevine\\nHung their ladder of ropes aloft like the ladder of\\nJacob,\\nOn whose pendulous stairs the angels ascending,\\ndescending,\\nWere the swift humming-birds, that flitted from\\nblossom to blossom.\\nSuch was the vision Evangeline saw as she slum-\\nbered beneath it.\\nFilled was her heart with love, and the dawn of an\\nopening heaven\\nLighted her soul in sleep with the glory of regions\\ncelestial.\\nNearer, ever nearer, among the numberless is-\\nlands,\\nDarted a light, swift boat, that sped away o er the\\nwater,", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0087.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "54 EVANGELINE\\nUrged on its course by the sinewy arms of hunters\\nand trappers.\\nNorthward its prow was turned, to the land of the\\nbison and beaver.\\nAt the helm sat a youth, with countenance thought-\\nful and careworn.\\nDark and neglected locks overshadowed his brow,\\nand a sadness\\nSomewhat beyond his years on his face was legibly-\\nwritten.\\nGabriel was it, who, weary with waiting, unhappy\\nand restless,\\nSought in the Western wilds oblivion of self and\\nof sorrow.\\nSwiftly they glided along, close under the lee of the\\nisland,\\nBut by the opposite bank, and behind a screen of\\npalmettos\\nSo that they saw not the boat, where it lay con-\\ncealed in the willows\\nAll undisturbed by the dash of their oars, and un-\\nseen, were the sleepers\\nAngel of God was there none to awaken the slum-\\nbering maiden.\\nSwiftly they glided away, like the shade of a cloud\\non the prairie.\\nAfter the sound of their oars on the tholes had\\ndied in the distance,\\nAs from a magic trance the sleepers awoke, and\\nthe maiden\\nSaid with a sigh to the friendly priest, Father\\nFelician", "height": "4150", "width": "2549", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0088.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "PART THE SECOND 55\\nSomething says in my heart that near me Gabriel\\nwanders.\\nIs it a foolish dream, an idle and vague supersti-\\ntion?\\nOr has an angel passed, and revealed the truth to\\nmy spirit\\nThen, with a blush, she added, Alas for my cred-\\nulous fancy\\nUnto ears like thine such words as these have no\\nmeaning.\\nBut made answer the reverend man, and he smiled\\nas he answered,\\nDaughter, thy words are not idle nor are they\\nto me without meaning.\\nFeeling is deep and still and the word that floats\\non the surface\\nIs as the tossing buoy, that betrays where the\\nanchor is hidden.\\nTherefore trust to thy heart, and to what the\\nworld calls illusions.\\nGabriel truly is near thee for not far away to the\\nsouthward,\\nOn the banks of the Teche, are the towns of St.\\nMaur and St. Martin.\\nThere the long-wandering bride shall be given\\nagain to her bridegroom,\\nThere the long-absent pastor regain his flock and\\nhis sheepfold.\\nBeautiful is the land, with its prairies and forests\\nof fruit-trees\\nUnder the feet a garden of flowers, and the bluest\\nof heavens", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0089.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "56 EVANGELINE\\nBending above, and resting its dome on the walls\\nof the forest.\\nThey who dwell there have named it the Eden of\\nLouisiana.\\nWith these words of cheer they arose and con-\\ntinued their journey.\\nSoftly the evening came. The sun from the west-\\nern horizon\\nLike a magician extended his golden wand o er the\\nlandscape\\nTwinkling vapors arose; and sky and water and\\nforest\\nSeemed all on fire at the touch, and melted and\\nmingled together.\\nHanging between two skies, a cloud with edges of\\nsilver,\\nFloated the boat, with its dripping oars, on the\\nmotionless water.\\nFilled was Evangeline s heart with inexpressible\\nsweetness.\\nTouched by the magic spell, the sacred fountains\\nof feeling\\nGlowed with the light of love, as the skies and\\nwaters around her.\\nThen from a neighboring thicket the mocking-\\nbird, wildest of singers,\\nSwinging aloft on a willow spray that hung o er\\nthe water,\\nShook from his little throat such floods of delirious\\nmusic,\\nThat the whole air and the woods and the waves\\nseemed silent to listen.", "height": "4150", "width": "2549", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0090.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "PART THE SECOND 57\\nPlaintive at first were the tones and sad; then\\nsoaring to madness\\nSeemed they to follow or guide the revel of frenzied\\nBacchantes.\\nSingle notes were then heard, in sorrowful, low\\nlamentation\\nTill, having gathered them all, he flung them\\nabroad in derision,\\nAs when, after a storm, a gust of wind through the\\ntree-tops\\nShakes down the rattling rain in a crystal shower\\non the branches.\\nWith such a prelude as this, and hearts that\\nthrobbed with emotion,\\nSlowly they entered the Teche, where it flows\\nthrough the green Opelousas,\\nAnd, through the amber air, above the crest of the\\nwoodland,\\nSaw the column of smoke that arose from a neigh-\\nboring dwelling\\nSounds of a horn they heard, and the distant low-\\ning of cattle.\\nin\\nNear to the bank of the river, o ershadowed by\\noaks from whose branches\\nGarlands of Spanish moss and of mystic mistletoe\\nflaunted,\\nSuch as the Druids cut down with golden hatchets\\nat Yule-tide,\\nStood, secluded and still, the house of the herds-\\nman. A garden", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0091.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "58 EVANGELINE\\nGirded it round about with a belt of luxuriant\\nblossoms,\\nFilling the air with fragrance. The house itself\\nwas of timbers\\nHewn from the cypress-tree, and carefully fitted\\ntogether.\\nLarge and low was the roof and on slender col-\\numns supported,\\nRose- wreathed, vine-encircled, a broad and spacious\\nveranda,\\nHaunt of the humming-bird and the bee, extended\\naround it.\\nAt each end of the house, amid the flowers of the\\ngarden,\\nStationed the dove-cots were, as love s perpetual\\nsymbol,\\nScenes of endless wooing, and endless contentions\\nof rivals.\\nSilence reigned o er the place. The line of shadow\\nand sunshine\\nRan near the tops of the trees but the house itself\\nwas in shadow,\\nAnd from its chimney-top, ascending and slowly\\nexpanding\\nInto the evening air, a thin blue column of smoke\\nrose.\\nIn the rear of the house, from the garden gate, ran\\na pathway\\nThrough the great groves of oak to the skirts of\\nthe limitless prairie,\\nInto whose sea of flowers the sun was slowly de-\\nscending.", "height": "4150", "width": "2549", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0092.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "PART THE SECOND 59\\nFull in his track of light, like ships with shadowy\\ncanvas\\nHanging loose from their spars in a motionless\\ncalm in the tropics,\\nStood a cluster of trees, with tangled cordage of\\ngrapevines.\\nJust where the woodlands met the flowery surf\\nof the prairie,\\nMounted upon his horse, with Spanish saddle and\\nstirrups,\\nSat a herdsman, arrayed in gaiters and doublet of\\ndeerskin.\\nBroad and brown was the face that from under the\\nSpanish sombrero\\nGazed on the peaceful scene, with the lordly look\\nof its master.\\nRound about him were numberless herds of kine\\nthat were grazing\\nQuietly in the meadows, and breathing the vapory\\nfreshness\\nThat uprose from the river, and spread itself over\\nthe landscape.\\nSlowly lifting the horn that hung at his side, and\\nexpanding\\nFully his broad, deep chest, he blew a blast, that\\nresounded\\nWildly and sweet and far, through the still damp\\nair of the evening.\\nSuddenly out of the grass the long white horns of\\nthe cattle\\nRose like flakes of foam on the adverse currents\\nof ocean.", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0093.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "60 EVANGELINE\\nSilent a moment they gazed, then bellowing rushed\\no er the prairie,\\nAnd the whole mass became a cloud, a shade in\\nthe distance.\\nThen, as the herdsman turned to the house,\\nthrough the gate of the garden\\nSaw he the forms of the priest and the maiden\\nadvancing to meet him.\\nSuddenly down from his horse he sprang in amaze-\\nment, and forward\\nPushed with extended arms and exclamations of\\nwonder\\nWhen they beheld his face, they recognized Basil\\nthe blacksmith.\\nHearty his welcome was, as he led his guests to\\nthe garden.\\nThere in an arbor of roses with endless question\\nand answer\\nGave they vent to their hearts, and renewed their\\nfriendly embraces,\\nLaughing and weeping by turns, or sitting silent\\nand thoughtful.\\nThoughtful, for Gabriel came not and now dark\\ndoubts and misgivings\\nStole o er the maiden s heart and Basil, somewhat\\nembarrassed,\\nBroke the silence and said, If you came by the\\nAtchafalaya,\\nHow have you nowhere encountered my Gabriel s\\nboat on the bayous\\nOver Evangeline s face at the words of Basil a\\nshade passed.", "height": "4150", "width": "2549", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0094.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "PART THE SECOND 61\\nTears came into her eyes, and she said, with a\\ntremulous accent,\\nGone is Gabriel gone and, concealing her\\nface on his shoulder,\\nAll her o erburdened heart gave way, and she wept\\nand lamented.\\nThen the good Basil said, and his voice grew\\nblithe as he said it,\\nBe of good cheer, my child it is only to-day he\\ndeparted.\\nFoolish boy he has left me alone with my herds\\nand my horses.\\nMoody and restless grown, and tried and troubled,\\nhis spirit\\nCould no longer endure the calm of this quiet exist-\\nence.\\nThinking ever of thee, uncertain and sorrowful\\never,\\nEver silent, or speaking only of thee and his\\ntroubles,\\nHe at length had become so tedious to men and to\\nmaidens,\\nTedious even to me, that at length I bethought\\nme, and sent him\\nUnto the town of Adayes to trade for mules with\\nthe Spaniards.\\nThence he will follow the Indian trails to the\\nOzark Mountains,\\nHunting for furs in the forests, on rivers trapping\\nthe beaver.\\nTherefore be of good cheer; we will follow the\\nfugitive lover", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0095.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "62 EVANGELINE\\nHe is not far on his way, and the Fates and the\\nstreams are against him.\\nUp and away to-morrow, and through the red dew\\nof the morning,\\nWe will follow him fast, and bring him back to\\nhis prison.\\nThen glad voices were heard, and up from the\\nbanks of the river,\\nBorne aloft on his comrades arms came Michael\\nthe fiddler.\\nLong under Basil s roof had he lived, like a god\\non Olympus,\\nHaving no other care than dispensing music to\\nmortals.\\nFar renowned was he for his silver locks and his\\nfiddle.\\nLong live Michael, they cried, our brave Aca-\\ndian minstrel\\nAs they bore him aloft in triumphal procession\\nand straightway\\nFather Felician advanced with Evangeline, greet-\\ning the old man\\nKindly and oft, and recalling the past, while Basil,\\nenraptured,\\nHailed with hilarious joy his old companions and\\ngossips,\\nLaughing loud and long, and embracing mothers\\nand daughters.\\nMuch they marvelled to see the wealth of the ci-\\ndevant blacksmith,\\nAll his domains and his herds, and his patriarchal\\ndemeanor", "height": "4150", "width": "2549", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0096.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "PART THE SECOND 63\\nMuch they marvelled to hear his tales of the soil\\nand the climate,\\nAnd of the prairies, whose numberless herds were\\nhis who would take them\\nEach one thought in his heart, that he, too, would\\ngo and do likewise.\\nThus they ascended the steps, and, crossing the\\nbreezy veranda,\\nEntered the hall of the house, where already the\\nsupper of Basil\\nWaited his late return; and they rested and\\nfeasted together.\\nOver the joyous feast the sudden darkness de-\\nscended.\\nAll was silent without, and, illuming the land-\\nscape with silver,\\nFair rose the dewy moon and the myriad stars\\nbut within doors,\\nBrighter than these, shone the faces of friends in\\nthe glimmering lamplight.\\nThen from his station aloft, at the head of the\\ntable, the herdsman\\nPoured forth his heart and his wine together in\\nendless profusion.\\nLighting his pipe, that was filled with sweet\\nNatchitoches tobacco,\\nThus he spake to his guests, who listened, and\\nsmiled as they listened\\nWelcome once more, my friends, who long have\\nbeen friendless and homeless,\\nWelcome once more to a home, that is better per-\\nchance than the old one", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0097.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "64 EVANGELINE\\nHere no hungry winter congeals our blood like the\\nrivers\\nHere no stony ground provokes the wrath of the\\nfarmer\\nSmoothly the ploughshare runs through the soil,\\nas a keel through the water.\\nAll the year round the orange-groves are in blos-\\nsom and grass grows\\nMore in a single night than a whole Canadian\\nsummer.\\nHere, too, numberless herds run wild and un-\\nclaimed in the prairies\\nHere, too, lands may be had for the asking, and\\nforests of timber\\nWith a few blows of the axe are hewn and framed\\ninto houses.\\nAfter your houses are built, and your fields are\\nyellow with harvests,\\nNo King George of England shall drive you away\\nfrom your homesteads,\\nBurning your dwellings and farms, and stealing\\nyour barns and your cattle.\\nSpeaking these words, he blew a wrathful cloud\\nfrom his nostrils,\\nWhile his huge, brown hand came thundering\\ndown on the table,\\nSo that the guests all started; and Father Feli-\\ncian, astounded,\\nSuddenly paused, with a pinch of snufE half-way\\nto his nostrils.\\nBut the brave Basil resumed, and his words were\\nmilder and gayer", "height": "4150", "width": "2549", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0098.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "PART THE SECOND 65\\nOnly beware of the fever, my friends, beware of\\nthe fever\\nFor it is not like that of our cold Acadian climate,\\nCured by wearing a spider hung round one s neck\\nin a nutshell\\nThen there were voices heard at the door, and\\nfootsteps approaching\\nSounded upon the stairs and the floor of the\\nbreezy veranda.\\nIt was the neighboring Creoles and small Acadian\\nplanters,\\nWho had been summoned all to the house of Basil\\nthe herdsman.\\nMerry the meeting was of ancient comrades and\\nneighbors\\nFriend clasped friend in his arms and they who\\nbefore were as strangers,\\nMeeting in exile, became straightway as friends to\\neach other,\\nDrawn by the gentle bond of a common country\\ntogether.\\nBut in the neighboring hall a strain of music, pro-\\nceeding\\nFrom the accordant strings of Michael s melodi-\\nous fiddle,\\nBroke up all further speech. Away, like children\\ndelighted,\\nAll things forgotten beside, they gave themselves\\nto the maddening\\nWhirl of the dizzy dance, as it swept and swayed\\nto the music,\\nDreamlike, with beaming eyes and the rush of\\nfluttering garments.", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0099.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "66 EVANGELINE\\nMeanwhile, apart, at the head of the hall, the\\npriest and the herdsman\\nSat, conversing together of past and present and\\nfuture\\nWhile Evangeline stood like one entranced, for\\nwithin her\\nOlden memories rose, and loud in the midst of the\\nmusic\\nHeard she the sound of the sea, and an irrepressible\\nsadness\\nCame o er her heart, and unseen she stole forth\\ninto the garden.\\nBeautiful was the night. Behind the black wall\\nof the forest,\\nTipping its summit with silver, arose the moon.\\nOn the river\\nFell here and there through the branches a tremu-\\nlous gleam of the moonlight,\\nLike the sweet thoughts of love on a darkened and\\ndevious spirit.\\nNearer and round about her, the manifold flowers\\nof the garden\\nPoured out their souls in odors, that were their\\nprayers and confessions\\nUnto the night, as it went its way, like a silent\\nCarthusian.\\nFuller of fragrance than they, and as heavy with\\nshadows and night-dews,\\nHung the heart of the maiden. The calm and the\\nmagical moonlight\\nSeemed to inundate her soul with indefinable long-\\nings,", "height": "4150", "width": "2549", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0100.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "PART THE SECOND 67\\nAs, through the garden gate, and beneath the shade\\nof the oak-trees,\\nPassed she along the path to the edge of the mea-\\nsureless prairie.\\nSilent it lay, with a silvery haze upon it, and fire-\\nflies\\nGleamed and floated away in mingled and infinite\\nnumbers.\\nOver her head the stars, the thoughts of God in\\nthe heavens,\\nShone on the eyes of man, who had ceased to mar-\\nvel and worship,\\nSave when a blazing comet was seen on the walls\\nof that temple,\\nAs if a hand had appeared and written upon them,\\nUpharsin.\\nAnd the soul of the maiden, between the stars and\\nthe fire-flies,\\nWandered alone, and she cried, O Gabriel O my\\nbeloved\\nArt thou so near unto me, and yet I cannot behold\\nthee?\\nArt thou so near unto me, and yet thy voice does\\nnot reach me\\nAh how often thy feet have trod this path to the\\nprairie\\nAh how often thine eyes have looked on the wood-\\nlands around me\\nAh how often beneath this oak, returning from\\nlabor,\\nThou hast lain down to rest, and to dream of me\\nin thy slumbers", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0101.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "68 EVANGELINE\\nWhen shall these eyes behold, these arms be folded\\nabout thee\\nLoud and sudden and near the notes of a whippoor-\\nwill sounded\\nLike a flute in the woods and anon, through the\\nneighboring thickets,\\nFarther and farther away it floated and dropped\\ninto silence.\\nPatience J whispered the oaks from oracular\\ncaverns of darkness\\nAnd, from the moonlit meadow, a sigh responded,\\nTo-morrow\\nBright rose the sun next day and all the flowers\\nof the garden\\nBathed his shining feet with their tears, and\\nanointed his tresses\\nWith the delicious balm that they bore in their\\nvases of crystal.\\nFarewell said the priest, as he stood at the\\nshadowy threshold\\nSee that you bring us the Prodigal Son from his\\nfasting and famine,\\nAnd, too, the Foolish Virgin, who slept when the\\nbridegroom was coming.\\nFarewell answered the maiden, and, smiling,\\nwith Basil descended\\nDown to the river s brink, where the boatmen\\nalready were waiting.\\nThus beginning their journey with morning, and\\nsunshine, and gladness,\\nSwiftly they followed the flight of him who was\\nspeeding before them.", "height": "4150", "width": "2549", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0102.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "PART THE SECOND 69\\nBlown by the blast of fate like a dead leaf over the\\ndesert.\\nNot that day, nor the next, nor yet the day that\\nsucceeded,\\nFound they trace of his course, in lake or forest or\\nriver,\\nNor, after many days, had they found him but\\nvague and uncertain\\nRumors alone were their guides through a wild\\nand desolate country\\nTill, at the little inn of the Spanish town of\\nAdayes,\\nWeary and worn, they alighted, and learned from\\nthe garrulous landlord\\nThat on the day before, with horses and guides\\nand companions,\\nGabriel left the village, and took the road of the\\nprairies.\\nIV\\nFar in the West there lies a desert land, where\\nthe mountains\\nLift, through perpetual snows, their lofty and lumi-\\nnous summits.\\nDown from their jagged, deep ravines, where the\\ngorge, like a gateway,\\nOpens a passage rude to the wheels of the emigrant s\\nwagon,\\nWestward the Oregon flows and the Walleway and\\nOwyhee.\\nEastward, with devious course, among the Wind-\\nriver Mountains,", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0103.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "70 EVANGELINE\\nThrough the Sweet-water Valley precipitate leaps\\nthe Nebraska\\nAnd to the south, from Fontaine-qui-bout and the\\nSpanish sierras,\\nFretted with sands and rocks, and swept by the\\nwind of the desert,\\nNumberless torrents, with ceaseless sound, descend\\nto the ocean,\\nLike the great chords of a harp, in loud and solemn\\nvibrations.\\nSpreading between these streams are the wondrous\\nbeautiful prairies,\\nBillowy bays of grass ever rolling in shadow and\\nsunshine,\\nBright with luxuriant clusters of roses and purple\\namorphas.\\nOver them wandered the buffalo herds, and the\\nelk and the roebuck\\nOver them wandered the wolves, and herds of rider-\\nless horses\\nFires that blast and blight, and winds that are\\nweary with travel\\nOver them wander the scattered tribes of Ishmael s\\nchildren,\\nStaining the desert with blood and above their\\nterrible war-trails\\nCircles and sails aloft, on pinions majestic, the\\nvulture,\\nLike the implacable soul of a chieftain slaughtered\\nin battle,\\nBy invisible stairs ascending and scaling the hea-\\nvens.", "height": "4150", "width": "2549", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0104.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "PART THE SECOND 71\\nHere and there rise smokes from the camps of\\nthese savage marauders\\nHere and there rise groves from the margins of\\nswift-running rivers\\nAnd the grim, taciturn bear, the anchorite monk\\nof the desert,\\nClimbs down their dark ravines to dig for roots by\\nthe brook-side,\\nAnd over all is the sky, the clear and crystalline\\nheaven,\\nLike the protecting hand of God inverted above\\nthem.\\nInto this wonderful land, at the base of the Ozark\\nMountains,\\nGabriel far had entered, with hunters and trappers\\nbehind him.\\nDay after day, with their Indian guides, the maiden\\nand Basil\\nFollowed his flying steps, and thought each day to\\no ertake him.\\nSometimes they saw, or thought they saw, the\\nsmoke of his camp-fire\\nRise in the morning air from the distant plain\\nbut at nightfall,\\nWhen they had reached the place, they found only\\nembers and ashes.\\nAnd, though their hearts were sad at times and\\ntheir bodies were weary,\\nHope still guided them on, as the magic Fata Mor-\\ngana\\nShowed them her lakes of light, that retreated and\\nvanished before them.", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0105.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "72 EVANGELINE\\nOnce, as they sat by their evening fire, there\\nsilently entered\\nInto the little camp an Indian woman, whose fea-\\ntures\\nWore deep traces of sorrow, and patience as great\\nas her sorrow.\\nShe was a Shawnee woman returning home to her\\npeople,\\nFrom the far-off hunting-grounds of the cruel Ca-\\nmanches,\\nWhere her Canadian husband, a coureur-des-bois,\\nhad been murdered.\\nTouched were their hearts at her story, and warm-\\nest and friendliest welcome\\nGave they, with words of cheer, and she sat and\\nfeasted among them\\nOn the buffalo-meat and the venison cooked on the\\nembers.\\nBut when their meal was done, and Basil and all\\nhis companions,\\nWorn with the long day s march and the chase of\\nthe deer and the bison,\\nStretched themselves on the ground, and slept\\nwhere the quivering fire-light\\nFlashed on their swarthy cheeks, and their forms\\nwrapped up in their blankets,\\nThen at the door of Evangeline s tent she sat and\\nrepeated\\nSlowly, with soft, low voice, and the charm of her\\nIndian accent,\\nAll the tale of her love, with its pleasures, and\\npains, and reverses.", "height": "4150", "width": "2549", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0106.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "PART THE SECOND 73\\nMuch Evangeline wept at the tale, and to know\\nthat another\\nHapless heart like her own had loved and had been\\ndisappointed.\\nMoved to the depths of her soul by pity and wo-\\nman s compassion,\\nYet in her sorrow pleased that one who had suffered\\nwas near her,\\nShe in turn related her love and all its disas-\\nters.\\nMute with wonder the Shawnee sat, and when she\\nhad ended\\nStill was mute but at length, as if a mysterious\\nhorror\\nPassed through her brain, she spake, and repeated\\nthe tale of the Mowis\\nMowis, the bridegroom of snow, who won and\\nwedded a maiden,\\nBut, when the morning came, arose and passed\\nfrom the wigwam,\\nFading and melting away and dissolving into the\\nsunshine,\\nTill she beheld him no more, though she followed\\nfar into the forest.\\nThen, in those sweet, low tones, that seemed like a\\nweird incantation,\\nTold she the tale of the fair Lilinau, who was\\nwooed by a phantom,\\nThat, through the pines o er her father s lodge, in\\nthe hush of the twilight,\\nBreathed like the evening wind, and whispered\\nlove to the maiden,", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0107.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "74 EVANGELINE\\nTill she followed his green and waving plume\\nthrough the forest,\\nAnd nevermore returned, nor was seen again by\\nher people.\\nSilent with wonder and strange surprise, Evange-\\nline listened\\nTo the soft flow of her magical words,* till the\\nregion around her\\nSeemed like enchanted ground, and her swarthy-\\nguest the enchantress.\\nSlowly over the tops of the Ozark Mountains the\\nmoon rose,\\nLighting the little tent, and with a mysterious\\nsplendor\\nTouching the sombre leaves, and embracing and\\nfilling the woodland.\\nWith a delicious sound the brook rushed by, and\\nthe branches\\nSwayed and sighed overhead in scarcely audible\\nwhispers.\\nFilled with the thoughts of love was Evangeline s\\nheart, but a secret,\\nSubtile sense crept in of pain and indefinite terror,\\nAs the cold, poisonous snake creeps into the nest\\nof the swallow.\\nIt was no earthly fear. A breath from the region\\nof spirits\\nSeemed to float in the air of night and she felt\\nfor a moment\\nThat, like the Indian maid, she, too, was pursuing\\na phantom.\\nWith this thought she slept, and the fear and the\\nphantom had vanished.", "height": "4150", "width": "2549", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0108.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "PART THE SEC01STD 75\\nEarly upon the morrow the march was resumed,\\nand the Shawnee\\nSaid, as they journeyed along, On the western\\nslope of these mountains\\nDwells in his little village the Black Robe chief of\\nthe Mission.\\nMuch he teaches the people, and tells them of Mary\\nand Jesus\\nLoud laugh their hearts with joy, and weep with\\npain, as they hear him.\\nThen, with a sudden and secret emotion, Evange-\\nline answered,\\nLet us go to the Mission, for there good tidings\\nawait us\\nThither they turned their steeds and behind a\\nspur of the mountains,\\nJust as the sun went down, they heard a murmur\\nof voices,\\nAnd in a meadow green and broad, by the bank of\\na river,\\nSaw the tents of the Christians, the tents of the\\nJesuit Mission.\\nUnder a towering oak, that stood in the midst of\\nthe village,\\nKnelt the Black Robe chief with his children. A\\ncrucifix fastened\\nHigh on the trunk of the tree, and overshadowed\\nby grapevines,\\nLooked with its agonized face on the multitude\\nkneeling beneath it.\\nThis was their rural chapel. Aloft, through the\\nintricate arches", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0109.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "76 EVANGELINE\\nOf its aerial roof, arose the chant of their ves-\\npers,\\nMingling its notes with the soft susurrus and\\nsighs of the branches.\\nSilent, with heads uncovered, the travellers, nearer\\napproaching,\\nKnelt on the swarded floor, and joined in the even-\\ning devotions.\\nBut when the service was done, and the benedic-\\ntion had fallen\\nForth from the hands of the priest, like seed from\\nthe hands of the sower,\\nSlowly the reverend man advanced to the strangers,\\nand bade them\\nWelcome and when they replied, he smiled with\\nbenignant expression,\\nHearing the homelike sounds of his mother-tongue\\nin the forest,\\nAnd, with words of kindness, conducted them into\\nhis wigwam.\\nThere upon mats and skins they reposed, and on\\ncakes of the maize-ear\\nFeasted, and slaked their thirst from the water-\\ngourd of the teacher.\\nSoon was their story told and the priest with\\nsolemnity answered\\nNot six suns have risen and set since Gabriel,\\nseated\\nOn this mat by my side, where now the maiden\\nreposes,\\nTold me this same sad tale then arose and con-\\ntinued his journey", "height": "4150", "width": "2549", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0110.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "PART THE SECOND 77\\nSoft was the voice of the priest, and he spake with\\nan accent of kindness\\nBut on Evangeline s heart fell his words as in\\nwinter the snow-flakes\\nFall into some lone nest from which the birds have\\ndeparted.\\nFar to the north he has gone, continued the\\npriest but in autumn,\\nWhen the chase is done, will return again to the\\nMission.\\nThen Evangeline said, and her voice was meek and\\nsubmissive,\\nLet me remain with thee, for my soul is sad and\\nafflicted.\\nSo seemed it wise and well unto all and betimes\\non the morrow,\\nMounting his Mexican steed, with his Indian\\nguides and companions\\nHomeward Basil returned, and Evangeline stayed\\nat the Mission.\\nSlowly, slowly, slowly the days succeeded each\\nother,\\nDays and weeks and months and the fields of\\nmaize that were springing\\nGreen from the ground when a stranger she came,\\nnow waving about her,\\nLifted their slender shafts, with leaves interlacing,\\nand forming\\nCloisters for mendicant crows and granaries pil-\\nlaged by squirrels.\\nThen in the golden weather the maize was husked,\\nand the maidens", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0111.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "78 EVANGELINE\\nBlushed at each blood-red ear, for that betokened\\na lover,\\nBut at the crooked laughed, and called it a thief in\\nthe corn-field.\\nEven the blood-red ear to Evangeline brought not\\nher lover.\\nPatience the priest would say have faith,\\nand thy prayer will be answered\\nLook at this vigorous plant that lifts its head from\\nthe meadow,\\nSee how its leaves are turned to the north, as true\\nas the magnet\\nThis is the compass-flower, that the finger of God\\nhas planted\\nHere in the houseless wild, to direct the traveller s\\njourney\\nOver the sea-like, pathless, limitless waste of the\\ndesert.\\nSuch in the soul of man is faith. The blossoms of\\npassion,\\nGay and luxuriant flowers, are brighter and fuller\\nof fragrance,\\nBut they beguile us, and lead us astray, and their\\nodor is deadly.\\nOnly this humble plant can guide us here, and\\nhereafter\\nCrown us with asphodel flowers, that are wet with\\nthe dews of nepenthe.\\nSo came the autumn, and passed, and the win-\\nter yet Gabriel came not\\nBlossomed the opening spring, and the notes of the\\nrobin and bluebird", "height": "4150", "width": "2549", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0112.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "PART THE SECOND 79\\nSounded sweet upon wold and in wood, yet Gabriel\\ncame not.\\nBut on the breath of the summer winds a rumor\\nwas wafted\\nSweeter than song of bird, or hue or odor of blos-\\nsom.\\nEar to the north and east, it said, in the Michigan\\nforests,\\nGabriel had his lodge by the banks of the Saginaw\\nRiver.\\nAnd, with returning guides, that sought the lakes\\nof St. Lawrence,\\nSaying a sad farewell, Evangeline went from the\\nMission.\\nWhen over weary ways, by long and perilous\\nmarches,\\nShe had attained at length the depths of the Michi-\\ngan forests,\\nFound she the hunter s lodge deserted and fallen\\nto ruin\\nThus did the long sad years glide on, and in sea-\\nsons and places\\nDivers and distant far was seen the wandering\\nmaiden\\nNow in the Tents of Grace of the meek Moravian\\nMissions,\\nNow in the noisy camps and the battle-fields of the\\narmy,\\nNow in secluded hamlets, in. towns and populous\\ncities.\\nLike a phantom she came, and passed away unre-\\nmembered.", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0113.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "80 EVANGELINE\\nFair was she and young, when in hope began the\\nlong journey\\nFaded was she and old, when in disappointment it\\nended.\\nEach succeeding year stole something away from\\nher beauty,\\nLeaving behind it, broader and deeper, the gloom\\nand the shadow.\\nThen there appeared and spread faint streaks of\\ngray o er her forehead,\\nDawn of another life, that broke o er her earthly\\nhorizon,\\nAs in the eastern sky the first faint streaks of the\\nmorning.\\nIn that delightful land which is washed by the\\nDelaware s waters,\\nGuarding in sylvan shades the name of Penn the\\napostle,\\nStands on the banks of its beautiful stream the\\ncity he founded.\\nThere all the air is balm, and the peach is the em-\\nblem of beauty,\\nAnd the streets still reecho the names of the trees\\nof the forest,\\nAs if they fain would appease the Dryads whose\\nhaunts they molested.\\nThere from the troubled sea had Evangeline\\nlanded, an exile,\\nFinding among the children of Penn a home and\\na country.", "height": "4150", "width": "2549", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0114.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "PART THE SECOND 81\\nThere old Rene Leblanc had died and when he\\ndeparted,\\nSaw at his side only one of all his hundred de-\\nscendants.\\nSomething at least there was in the friendly\\nstreets of the city,\\nSomething that spake to her heart, and made her\\nno longer a stranger\\nAnd her ear was pleased with the Thee and Thou\\nof the Quakers,\\nFor it recalled the past, the old Acadian coun-\\ntry,\\nWhere all men were equal, and all were brothers\\nand sisters.\\nSo, when the fruitless search, the disappointed en-\\ndeavor,\\nEnded, to recommence no more upon earth, un-\\ncomplaining,\\nThither, as leaves to the light, were turned her\\nthoughts and her footsteps.\\nAs from the mountain s top the rainy mists of the\\nmorning\\nRoll away, and afar we behold the landscape below\\nus,\\nSun-illumined, with shining rivers and cities and\\nhamlets,\\nSo fell the mists from her mind, and she saw the\\nworld far below her,\\nDark no longer, but all illumined with love and\\nthe pathway\\nWhich she had climbed so far, lying smooth and\\nfair in the distance.", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0115.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "82 EVANGELINE\\nGabriel was not forgotten. Within her heart was\\nhis image,\\nClothed in the beauty of love and youth, as last\\nshe beheld him,\\nOnly more beautiful made by his deathlike silence\\nand absence.\\nInto her thoughts of him time entered not, for it\\nwas not.\\nOver him years had no power he was not\\nchanged, but transfigured\\nHe had become to her heart as one who is dead,\\nand not absent\\nPatience and abnegation of self, and devotion to\\nothers,\\nThis was the lesson a life of trial and sorrow had\\ntaught her.\\nSo was her love diffused, but, like to some odorous\\nspices,\\nSuffered no waste nor loss, though filling the air\\nwith aroma.\\nOther hope had she none, nor wish in life, but\\nto\\nMeekly follow, with reverent steps, the sacred feet\\nof her Saviour.\\nThus many years she lived as a Sister of Mercy\\nfrequenting\\nLonely and wretched roofs in the crowded lanes of\\nthe city,\\nWhere distress and want concealed themselves\\nfrom the sunlight,\\nWhere disease and sorrow in garrets languished\\nneglected.", "height": "4150", "width": "2549", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0116.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "PART THE SECOND 83\\nNight after night when the world was asleep, as\\nthe watchman repeated\\nLoud, through the dusty streets, that all was well\\nin the city,\\nHigh at some lonely window he saw the light of\\nher taper.\\nDay after day, in the gray of the dawn, as slow\\nthrough the suburbs\\nPlodded the German farmer, with flowers and\\nfruits for the market,\\nMet he that meek, pale face, returning home from\\nits watchings.\\nThen it came to pass that a pestilence fell on\\nthe city,\\nPresaged by wondrous signs, and mostly by\\nflocks of wild pigeons,\\nDarkening the sun in their flight, with naught in\\ntheir craws but an acorn.\\nAnd, as the tides of the sea arise in the month of\\nSeptember,\\nFlooding some silver stream, till it spreads to a\\nlake in the meadow,\\nSo death flooded life, and, o erflowing its natural\\nmargin,\\nSpread to a brackish lake the silver stream of ex-\\nistence.\\nWealth had no power to bribe, nor beauty to\\ncharm, the oppressor\\nBut all perished alike beneath the scourge of his\\nanger\\nOnly, alas the poor, who had neither friends nor\\nattendants,", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0117.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "84 EVANGELINE\\nCrept away to die in the almshouse, home of the\\nhomeless.\\nThen in the suburbs it stood, in the midst of\\nmeadows and woodlands\\nNow the city surrounds it but still, with its gate-\\nway and wicket\\nMeek, in the midst of splendor, its humble walls\\nseem to echo\\nSoftly the words of the Lord The poor ye\\nalways have with you.\\nThither, by night and by day, came the Sister of\\nMercy. The dying\\nLooked up into her face, and thought, indeed, to\\nbehold there\\nGleams of celestial light encircle her forehead with\\nsplendor,\\nSuch as the artist paints o er the brows of saints\\nand apostles,\\nOr such as hangs by night o er a city seen at a dis-\\ntance.\\nUnto their eyes it seemed the lamps of the city\\ncelestial,\\nInto whose shining gates erelong their spirits\\nwould enter.\\nThus, on a Sabbath morn, through the streets,\\ndeserted and silent,\\nWending her quiet way, she entered the door of\\nthe almshouse.\\nSweet on the summer air was the odor of flowers in\\nthe garden,\\nAnd she paused on her way to gather the fairest\\namong them,", "height": "4150", "width": "2549", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0118.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "PART THE SECOND 85\\nThat the dying once more might rejoice in their\\nfragrance and beauty.\\nThen, as she mounted the stairs to the corridors,\\ncooled by the east-wind,\\nDistant and soft on her ear fell the chimes from\\nthe belfry of Christ Church,\\nWhile, intermingled with these, across the meadows\\nwere wafted\\nSounds of psalms, that were sung by the Swedes in\\ntheir church at Wicaco.\\nSoft as descending wings fell the calm of the hour\\non her spirit\\nSomething within her said, At length thy trials\\nare ended\\nAnd, with light in her looks, she entered the cham-\\nbers of sickness.\\nNoiselessly moved about the assiduous, careful\\nattendants,\\nMoistening the feverish lip, and the aching brow,\\nand in silence\\nClosing the sightless eyes of the dead, and conceal-\\ning their faces,\\nWhere on their pallets they lay, like drifts of snow\\nby the roadside.\\nMany a languid head, upraised as Evangeline\\nentered,\\nTurned on its pillow of pain to gaze while she\\npassed, for her presence\\nFell on their hearts like a ray of the sun on the\\nwalls of a prison.\\nAnd, as she looked around, she saw how Death, the\\nconsoler,", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0119.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "86 EVANGELINE\\nLaying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it\\nforever.\\nMany familiar forms had disappeared in the night\\ntime;\\nVacant their places were, or filled already by stran-\\ngers.\\nSuddenly, as if arrested by fear or a feeling of\\nwonder,\\nStill she stood, with her colorless lips apart, while\\na shudder\\nRan through her frame, and, forgotten, the flow-\\nerets dropped from her fingers,\\nAnd from her eyes and cheeks the light and bloom\\nof the morning.\\nThen there escaped from her lips a cry of such ter-\\nrible anguish,\\nThat the dying heard it, and started up from their\\npillows.\\nOn the pallet before her was stretched the form of\\nan old man.\\nLong, and thin, and gray were the locks that\\nshaded his temples\\nBut, as he lay in the morning light, his face for a\\nmoment\\nSeemed to assume once more the forms of its earlier\\nmanhood\\nSo are wont to be changed the faces of those who\\nare dying.\\nHot and red on his lips still burned the flush of\\nthe fever,\\nAs if life, like, the Hebrew, with blood had besprin-\\nkled its portals,", "height": "4150", "width": "2549", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0120.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "PART THE SECOND 87\\nThat the Angel of Death might see the sign, and\\npass over.\\nMotionless, senseless, dying, he lay, and his spirit\\nexhausted\\nSeemed to be sinking down through infinite depths\\nin the darkness,\\nDarkness of slumber and death, forever sinking\\nand sinking.\\nThen through those realms of shade, in multiplied\\nreverberations,\\nHeard he that cry of pain, and through the hush\\nthat succeeded\\nWhispered a gentle voice, in accents tender and\\nsaintlike,\\nGabriel O my beloved and died away into\\nsilence.\\nThen he beheld, in a dream, once more the home\\nof his childhood\\nGreen Acadian meadows, with sylvan rivers among\\nthem,\\nVillage, and mountain, and woodlands and, walk-\\ning under their shadow,\\nAs in the days of her youth, Evangeline rose in his\\nvision.\\nTears came into his eyes and as slowly he lifted\\nhis eyelids,\\nVanished the vision away, but Evangeline knelt by\\nhis bedside.\\nVainly he strove to whisper her name, for the\\naccents unuttered\\nDied on his lips, and their motion revealed what\\nhis tongue would have spoken.", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0121.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "88 EVANGELINE\\nVainly he strove to rise and Evangeline, kneel-\\ning beside him,\\nKissed his dying lips, and laid his head on her\\nbosom.\\nSweet was the light of his eyes but it suddenly\\nsank into darkness,\\nAs when a lamp is blown out by a gust of wind at\\na casement.\\nAll was ended now, the hope, and the fear, and\\nthe sorrow,\\nAll the aching of heart, the restless, unsatisfied long-\\ning,\\nAll the dull, deep pain, and constant anguish of\\npatience\\nAnd, as she pressed once more the lifeless head to\\nher bosom,\\nMeekly she bowed her own, and murmured, Fa-\\nther, I thank thee\\nStill stands the forest primeval but far away\\nfrom its shadow,\\nSide by side, in their nameless graves, the lovers\\nare sleeping.\\nUnder the humble walls of the little Catholic\\nchurchyard,\\nIn the heart of the city, they lie, unknown and un-\\nnoticed.\\nDaily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside\\nthem,", "height": "4150", "width": "2549", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0122.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "PART THE SECOND 89\\nThousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at\\nrest and forever,\\nThousands of aching brains, where theirs no longer\\nare busy,\\nThousands of toiling hands, where theirs have\\nceased from their labors,\\nThousands of weary feet, where theirs have com-\\npleted their journey\\nStill stands the forest primeval but under the\\nshade of its branches\\nDwells another race, with other customs and lan-\\nguage.\\nOnly along the shore of the mournful and misty\\nAtlantic\\nLinger a few Acadian peasants, whose fathers from\\nexile\\nWandered back to their native land to die in its\\nbosom.\\nIn the fisherman s cot the wheel and the loom are\\nstill busy\\nMaidens still wear their Norman caps and their\\nkirtles of homespun,\\nAnd by the evening fire repeat Evangeline s story,\\nWhile from its rocky caverns the deep-voiced,\\nneighboring ocean\\nSpeaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the\\nwail of the forest.", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0123.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4150", "width": "2549", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0124.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "NOTES", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0125.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4150", "width": "2549", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0126.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "NOTES\\nPage 1, line 3. Stand like Druids of old, with voices sad\\nand prophetic. Perhaps the choice of the image was gov-\\nerned by the analogy of a religion and tribe that were to\\ndisappear before a stronger power.\\nPage 2, line 8. List to a Tale of Love in Acadie, home of\\nthe happy. In the earliest records Acadie is called Cadie;\\nit afterwards was called Arcadia, Aceadia, or L Acadie.\\nThe name is probably a French adaptation of a word com-\\nmon among the Micmac Indians living there, signifying\\nplace or region, and used as an affix to other words as in-\\ndicating the place where various things, as cranberries, eels,\\nseals, were found in abundance. The French turned this\\nIndian term into Cadie or Acadie the English into Quoddy,\\nin which form it remains when applied to the Quoddy In-\\ndians, to Quoddy Head, the last point of the United States\\nnext to Acadia, and in the compound Passamaquoddy, or\\nPollock-Ground.\\nPage 2, line 13. Bikes, that the hands of the farmers had\\nraised with labor incessant. The people of Acadia are mainly\\nthe descendants of the colonists who were brought out to\\nLa Have and Port Royal by Isaac de Razilly and Charnisay\\nbetween the years 1633 and 1638. These colonists came\\nfrom Rochelle, Saintonge, and Poitou, so that they were\\ndrawn from a very limited area on the west coast of France,\\ncovered by the modern departments of Vendue and Charente\\nInfe rieure. This circumstance had some influence on their\\nmode of settling the lands of Acadia, for they came from a\\ncountry of marshes, where the sea was kept out by artificial\\ndikes, and they found in Acadia similar marshes, which\\nthey dealt with in the same way that they had been accus-\\ntomed to practise in France. Hannay s History of Acadia t\\npp. 282, 283.", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0127.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "94 NOTES\\nPage 3, line 5. Blomidon rose, and the forests old, and aloft\\non the mountains. Blomidon is a mountainous headland of\\nred sandstone, surmounted by a perpendicular wall of basal-\\ntic trap, the whole about four hundred feet in height, at the\\nentrance of the Basin of Minas.\\nPage 3, line 9. Strongly built were the houses, with frames\\nof oak and of hemlock. In the first edition Longfellow wrote\\nStrongly built were the houses, with frames of oak and of chest-\\nnut.\\nPage 9, line 15. Merrily laughed, and said they were nuns\\ngoing into the chapel. The French have another saying simi-\\nlar to this, that they were guests going in to the wedding.\\nPage 10, line 5. Lucky was he who found that stone in the\\nnest of the swallow In Pluquet s Contes Populaires we are\\ntold that if one of a swallow s young is blind the mother\\nbird seeks on the shore of the ocean a little stone, with which\\nshe restores its sight and he adds, He who is fortunate\\nenough to find that stone in a swallow s nest holds a won-\\nderful remedy. Pluquet s book treats of Norman super-\\nstitions and popular traits.\\nPage 10, line 10. Sunshine of Saint Eulalie was she\\ncalled. Pluquet also gives this proverbial saying\\nSi le soleil rit le jour Sainte-Eulalie,\\nII y aura pommes et cidre a folic\\n(If the sun smiles on Saint Eulalie s day, there will be\\nplenty of apples, and cider enough.)\\nSaint Eulalie s day is the 12th of February.\\nPage 11, line 10. Called by the pious Acadian peasants the\\nSummer of all Saints. The Summer of All-Saints is our\\nIndian Summer, All-Saints Day being November 1st. The\\nFrench also give this season the name of Saint Martin s\\nSummer, Saint Martin s Day being November 11th.\\nPage 12, line 5. Flashed like the plane-tree the Persian\\nadorned with mantles and jewels. Herodotus, in his account\\nof Xerxes expedition against Greece, tells of a beautiful\\nplane-tree which Xerxes found, and was so enamored with", "height": "4150", "width": "2549", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0128.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "NOTES 95\\nthat he dressed it as one might a woman, and placed it un-\\nder the care of a guardsman (vii. 31) Another writer, Julian,\\nimproving on this, says he adorned it with a necklace and\\nbracelets.\\nPage 13, line 13. Unto the milkmaid s hand whilst loud\\nand in regular cadence. There is a charming milkmaid s\\nsong in Tennyson s drama of Queen Mary, Act III., Scene 5,\\nwhere the streaming of the milk into the sounding pails is\\ncaught in the tinkling Jc s of such lines as\\nAnd you came and kissed me, milking the cow.\\nPage 14, line 1. Heavily closed, with a jarring sound, the\\nvalves of the barn-doors. In the first edition\\nHeavily closed, with a creaking sound, the valves of the barn\\ndoors.\\nPage 17, line 5. Louisburg is not forgotten, nor Beau\\nSijour, nor Port Royal. Louisburg, on Cape Breton, was\\nbuilt by the French as a military and naval station early in\\nthe eighteenth century, but was taken by an expedition\\nfrom Massachusetts under General Pepperell in 1745. It\\nwas restored by England to France in the treaty of Aix-la-\\nChapelle, and recaptured by the English in 1757. Beau\\nSe^jour was a French fort upon the neck of land connect-\\ning Acadia with the mainland which had just been cap-\\ntured by Winslow s forces. Port Royal, afterwards called\\nAnnapolis Royal, at the outlet of Annapolis River into the\\nBay of Fundy, had been disputed ground, being occupied\\nalternately by French and English, but in 1710 was\\nattacked by an expedition from New England, and after\\nthat held by the English government and made a fortified\\nplace.\\nPage 19, line 5. For he told them tales of the Loup-garou\\nin the forest. The Loup-garou, or were-wolf, is, according\\nto an old superstition especially prevalent in France, a man\\nwith power to turn himself into a wolf, which he does that\\nhe may devour children. In later times the superstition\\npassed into the more innocent one of men having a power\\nto charm wolves.", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0129.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "96 NOTES\\nPage 19, line 7. And of the white Letiche, the ghost of a\\nchild who unchristened. Pluquet relates this superstition,\\nand conjectures that the white, fleet ermine gave rise to it.\\nPage 19, lines 9-10. And how on Christmas eve the oxen\\ntalked in the stable, And how the fever was cured by a spider\\nshut up in a nutshell. A belief still lingers among the peas-\\nantry of England, as well as on the Continent, that at mid-\\nnight, on Christmas eve, the cattle in the stalls fall down\\non their knees in adoration of the infant Saviour, as the\\nold legend says was done in the stable at Bethlehem.\\nIn like manner a popular superstition prevailed in Eng-\\nland that ague could be cured by sealing a spider in a goose-\\nquill and hanging it about the neck.\\nPage 26, line 11. Every house was an inn, where all were\\nwelcomed and feasted. Real misery was wholly unknown,\\nand benevolence anticipated the demands of poverty. Every\\nmisfortune was relieved as it were before it could be felt,\\nwithout ostentation on the one hand, and without mean-\\nness on the other. It was, in short, a societ) of brethren,\\nevery individual of which was equally ready to give and\\nto receive what he thought the common right of man-\\nkind. From the Abbe Raynal s account of the Aca-\\ndians. The Abbe Guillaume Thomas Francis Raynal was\\na French writer (1711-1796), who published A Philosophi-\\ncal History of the Settlements and Trade of the Europeans\\nin the East and West Indies, in which he included also\\nsome account of Canada and Nova Scotia. His picture of\\nlife among the Acadians, somewhat highly colored, is the\\nsource from which after writers have drawn their know-\\nledge of Acadian manners.\\nPage 27, line 12. Tous les Bourgeois de Chartres, and Le\\nCarillon de Dunkerque. Tous les Bourgeois de Chartres was\\na song written by Ducauroi, maitre de chapelle of Henri IV.,\\nthe words of which are\\nVous connaissez Cybele, You remember Cybele,\\nQui sut fixer le Temps Wise the seasons to unfold\\nOn la disait fort belle, Very fair, said men, was she,\\nMime dans ses vieux ans. Even when her years grew old.", "height": "4150", "width": "2549", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0130.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "NOTES\\n97\\nCHOBUS.\\nCette divinity, quoique deja\\ngrand mere,\\nAvait les yeux doux, le teint\\nfrais,\\nAvait meme certains attraits\\nFermes comme la Terre.\\nCHORUS.\\nA grandame, yet by goddess\\nbirth\\nShe kept sweet eyes, a color\\nwarm,\\nAnd held through every-\\nthing a charm\\nFast like the earth.\\nLe Carillon de Dunherque was a popular song to a tune\\nplayed on the Dunkirk chimes. The words are\\nLe Carillon de Dunkerque.\\nImprudent, te me raire\\nA l instant, je l espere\\nDans mon juste courroux,\\nTu vas tomber sous mes coups\\nJe brave ta menace.\\nEtre moi quelle audace\\nAvance done, poltron\\nTu trembles non, non, non.\\nJ etouffe de colere\\nJe ris de ta colere.\\nThe Carillon of Dunkirk.\\nReckless and rash,\\nTake heed for the flash\\nOf mine anger, t is just\\nTo lay thee with its blows in the\\ndust.\\nYour threat I defy.\\nWhat You would be I\\nCome, coward I 11 show\\nYou tremble No, no\\nI m choking with rage 1\\nA fig for your rage\\nThe music to which the old man sang these songs will be\\nfound in La Cle du Caveau, by Pierre Capelle, Nos. 564\\nand 739. Paris A. Cotelle.\\nPage 28, line 15. You are convened this day, he said,\\nby his Majesty 1 s orders. Colonel Winslow has preserved\\nin his Diary the speech which he delivered to the assembled\\nAcadians, and it is copied by Haliburton in his History of\\nNova Scotia, i. 166, 167.\\nPage 41, line 3. We shall behold no more our homes in the\\nvillage of Grand-Pre The burning of the houses was in\\naccordance with the instructions of the Governor to Colonel\\nWinslow, in case he should fail in collecting all the inhabit-\\nants You must proceed by the most vigorous measures\\npossible, not only in compelling them to embark, but in\\ndepriving those who shall escape of all means of shelter or\\nsupport, by burning their houses and by destroying every-", "height": "3990", "width": "2390", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0131.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "98 NOTES\\nthing that may afford them the means of subsistence in the\\ncountry.\\nPage 46, line 5. Coureurs-des-bois are they, and famous\\nhunters and trappers. The coureurs-des-bois formed a class\\nof men, very early in Canadian history, produced by the\\nexigencies of the fur-trade. They were French by birth, but\\nby long affiliation with the Indians and adoption of their\\ncustoms had become half-civilized vagrants, whose chief\\nvocation was conducting the canoes of the traders along the\\nlakes and rivers of the interior. Bushrangers is the English\\nequivalent. They played an important part in the Indian\\nwars, but were nearly as lawless as the Indians themselves.\\nThe reader will find them frequently referred to in Park-\\nman s histories, especially in The Conspiracy of Pontiac,\\nThe Discovery of the Great West, and Frontenac and New\\nFrance under Louis XIV.\\nPage 46, line 13. Thou art too fair to be left to braid St.\\nCatherine s tresses. St. Catherine of Alexandria and St.\\nCatherine of Siena were both celebrated for their vows of\\nvirginity. Hence the saying to braid St. Catherine s tresses,\\nof one devoted to a single life.\\nPage 49, line 2. On the Acadian coast, and the prairies of\\nfair Opelousas. Between the 1st of January and the 13th\\nof May, 1765, about six hundred and fifty Acadians had\\narrived at New Orleans. Louisiana had been ceded by\\nFrance to Spain in 1762, but did not really pass under the\\ncontrol of the Spanish until 1769. The existence of a French\\npopulation attracted the wandering Acadians, and they were\\nsent by the authorities to form settlements in Attakapas\\nand Opelousas. They afterward formed settlements on both\\nsides of the Mississippi from the German Coast up to Baton\\nRouge, and even as high as Pointe Couple. Hence the\\nname of Acadian Coast, which a portion of the banks of the\\nriver still bears. See Gayare^s History of Louisiana The\\nFrench Dominion, vol. ii.\\nPage 73, line 14. Told she the tale of the fair Lilinau, who\\nwas wooed by a phantom. The story of Lilinau and other", "height": "4150", "width": "2549", "jp2-path": "evangelinetale00long_0132.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "NOTES 99\\nIndian legends will be found in H. R. Schoolcraft s Algic\\nResearches.\\nPage 78, line 7. This is the compass-flower, that the finger\\nof God has planted. Silphium laciniatum or compass-plant\\nis found on the prairies of Michigan and Wisconsin and\\nto the south and west, and is said to present the edges of\\nthe lower leaves due north and south.\\nPage 79, line 13. Now in the Tents of Grace of the meek\\nMoravian Missions, A rendering of the Moravian Gnaden-\\nhiitten.\\nPage 83, line 7. Then it came to pass that a pestilence fell\\non the city. The year 1793 was long remembered as the\\nyear when yellow fever was a terrible pestilence in Phila-\\ndelphia. Charles Brockden BrowD made his novel of Arthur\\nMervyn turn largely upon the incidents of the plague, which\\ndrove Brown away from home for a time.\\nPage 84, line 1. Crept away to die in the almshouse, home\\nof the homeless. Philadelphians have identified the old\\nFriends almshouse on Walnut Street, now no longer stand-\\ning, as that in which Evangeline ministered to Gabriel, and\\nso real was the story that some even ventured to point out\\nthe graves of the two lovers. See Westcott s The Historic\\nMansions of Philadelphia, pp. 101, 102.\\nPage 85, line 5. Sounds of psalms, that were sung by the\\nSwedes in their church at Wicaco. The Swedes church at\\nWicaco is still standing, the oldest in the city of Philadel-\\nphia, having been begun in 1698. Wicaco is within the city,\\non the banks of the Delaware River. An interesting ac-\\ncount of the old church and its historic associations will be\\nfound in Westcott s book just mentioned, pp. 56-67. 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