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Evangeline
| line | Thus as they sat, there were footsteps heard, and, suddenly lifted, Sounded the wooden latch, and the door swung back on its hinges. |
| 220 | Benedict knew by the hob-nailed shoes it was Basil the blacksmith, And by her beating heart Evangeline knew who was with him. 'Welcome!' the farmer exclaimed, as their footsteps paused on the threshold, 'Welcome, Basil, my friend! Come, take thy place on the settle Close by the chimney-side, which is always empty without thee; |
| 225 | Take from the shelf overhead thy pipe and the box of tobacco; Never so much thyself art thou as when through the curling Smoke of the pipe or the forge thy friendly and jovial face gleams Round and red as the harvest moon through the mist of the marshes.' Then, with a smile of content, thus answered Basil the blacksmith, |
| 230 | Taking with easy air the accustomed seat by the fireside: – 'Benedict Bellefontaine, thou hast ever thy jest and thy ballad! Ever in cheerfullest mood art thou, when others are filled with Gloomy forebodings of ill, and see only ruin before them. Happy art thou, as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe.' |
| 235 | Pausing a moment, to take the pipe that Evangeline brought him, And with a coal from the embers had lighted, he slowly continued: – 'Four days now are passed since the English ships at their anchors Ride in the Gaspereau's mouth, with their cannon pointed against us. What their design may be is unknown; but all are commanded |
| 240 | On the morrow to meet in the church, where his Majesty's mandate Will be proclaimed as law in the land. Alas! in the mean time Many surmises of evil alarm the hearts of the people.' Then made answer the farmer: 'Perhaps some friendlier purpose Brings these ships to our shores. Perhaps the harvests in England |
| 245 | By untimely rains or untimelier heat have been blighted, And from our bursting barns they would feed their cattle and children.' 'Not so thinketh the folk in the village,' said, warmly, the blacksmith, Shaking his head, as in doubt; then, heaving a sigh, he continued: – 'Louisburg is not forgotten, nor Beau Séjour, nor Port Royal. |
| 250 | Many already have fled to the forest, and lurk on its outskirts, Waiting with anxious hearts the dubious fate of to-morrow. Arms have been taken from us, and warlike weapons of all kinds; Nothing is left but the blacksmith's sledge and the scythe of the mower.' Then with a pleasant smile made answer the jovial farmer: – |
| 255 | 'Safer are we unarmed, in the midst of our flocks and our cornfields, Safer within these peaceful dikes, besieged by the ocean, Than our fathers in forts, besieged by the enemy's cannon. Fear no evil, my friend, and to-night may no shadow of sorrow Fall on this house and earth; for this is the night of the contract. |
| 260 | Built are the house and the barn. The merry lads of the village Strongly have built them and well; and, breaking the glebe round about them, Filled the barn with hay, and the house with food for a twelvemonth. René Leblanc will be here anon, with his papers and ink-horn. Shall we not then be glad, and rejoice in the joy of our children?' |
| 265 | As apart by the window she stood, with her hand in her lover's, Blushing Evangeline heard the words that her father had spoken, And, as they died on his lips, the worthy notary entered. |