The Lily and the Cross - A Tale of Acadia

James De Mille

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Title: The Lily and the Cross A Tale of Acadia
Author: James De Mille
Release Date: January 27, 2010 [EBook #31096]
Language: English
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[Illustration: A Meeting In Mid Ocean.]The
LILY AND THE CROSS.
A Tale of Acadia.
By
PROF. JAMES DE MILLE,
Author Of "the Dodge Club," "Cord And Creese,"
"the B. O. W. C.
Stories," "the Young Dodge Club," Etc
ILLUSTRATED.
BOSTON: LEE AND SHEPARD, PUBLISHERS.
Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year
1874, By LEE AND
SHEPARD, In the Office of the Librarian of
Congress, at Washington.CONTENTS.
CHAPTER I. A Voice Out Of The Deep
CHAPTER II. A Meeting In Mid Ocean
CHAPTER III. New Friends
CHAPTER IV. Mimi And Margot
CHAPTER V. A Strange Revelation
CHAPTER VI. A French Frigate
CHAPTER VII. Caught In A Trap
CHAPTER VIII. Under Arrest
CHAPTER IX. Grand Pre
CHAPTER X. Alone In The World
CHAPTER XI. A Friend In Need
CHAPTER XII. The Parson Among The
PhilistinesCHAPTER XIII. A Stroke For Liberty
CHAPTER XIV. Manoeuvres Of Zac
CHAPTER XV. Flight
CHAPTER XVI. Reunion
CHAPTER XVII. Among Friends
CHAPTER XVIII. Louisbourg
CHAPTER XIX. The Captive And The Captors
CHAPTER XX. Examinations
CHAPTER XXI. A Ray Of Light
CHAPTER XXII. Escape
CHAPTER XXIII. Pursuit
CHAPTER XXIV. Zac And Margot
CHAPTER XXV. The Court Martial
CHAPTER XXVI. News From HomeTHE LILY AND THE CROSS.
A TALE OF ACADIA.CHAPTER I.
A VOICE OUT OF THE DEEP.
Once upon a time there was a schooner belonging
to Boston which was registered under the
somewhat singular name of the "Rev. Amos
Adams." This was her formal title, used on state
occasions, and was, no doubt, quite as appropriate
as the more pretentious one of the "Duke of
Marlborough," or the "Lord Warden." As a general
thing, however, people designated her in a less
formal manner, using the simpler and shorter title
of the "Parson." Her owner and commander was a
tall, lean, sinewy young man, whoso Sunday-go-to-
meeting name was Zion Awake Cox, but who was
usually referred to by an ingenious combination of
the initials of these three names, and thus became
Zac, and occasionally Zachariah. This was the
schooner which, on a fine May morning, might
have been seen "bounding over the billows" on her
way to the North Pole.
About her motion on the present occasion, it must
be confessed there was not much bounding, nor
much billow. Nor, again, would it have been easy
for any one to see her, even if he had been
brought close to her; for the simple reason that the
"Parson," as she went on her way, carrying Zac
and his fortunes, had become involved in a fog
bank, in the midst of which she now lay, with littleor no wind to help her out of it.
Zac was not alone on board, nor had the present
voyage been undertaken on his own account, or of
his own motion. There were two passengers, one
of whom had engaged the schooner for his own
purposes. This one was a young fellow who called
himself Claude Motier, of Randolph. His name, as
well as his face, had a foreign character; yet he
spoke English with the accent of an Englishman,
and had been brought up in Massachusetts, near
Boston, where he and Zac had seen very much of
one another, on sea and on shore. The other
passenger was a Roman Catholic priest, whose
look and accent proclaimed him to be a
Frenchman. He seemed about fifty years of age,
and his bronzed faced, grizzled hair, and deeply-
wrinkled brow, all showed the man of action rather
than the recluse. Between these two passengers
there was the widest possible difference. The one
was almost a boy, the other a world-worn old man;
the one full of life and vivacity, the other sombre
and abstracted; yet between the two there was,
however, a mysterious resemblance, which
possibly may have been something more than that
air of France, which they both had.
Whatever it may have been, they had been
strangers to one another until the past few days,
for Claude Motier had not seen the priest until after
he had chartered the schooner for a voyage to
Louisbourg. The priest had then come, asking for a
passage to that port. He gave his name as the
Abbé Michel, and addressed Claude in such badEnglish that the young man answered in French of
the best sort, whereat the good priest seemed
much delighted, and the two afterwards conversed
with each other altogether in that language.
Besides these three, there were the ship's
company dispersed about the vessel. This
company were not very extensive, not numbering
over three, in addition to Zac. These three all
differed in age, in race, and in character. The aged
colored man, who was at that moment washing out
some tins at the bows, came aboard as cook, with
the understanding that he was to be man of all
work. He was a slave of Zac's, but, like many
domestic slaves in those days, he seemed to
regard himself as part of his master's family,—in
fact, a sort of respected relative. He rejoiced in the
name of Jericho, which was often shortened to
Jerry, though the aged African considered the
shorter name as a species of familiarity which was
only to be tolerated on the part of his master. The
second of the ship's company was a short, athletic,
rosy-cheeked, bright-eyed, round-faced lad, who
was always singing and dancing except when he
was whistling. His name was Terry, and his country
Ireland. In addition to Jerry and Terry, there was a
third. He was a short, dull, and somewhat doleful
looking boy of about twelve, who had a crushed
expression, and seemed to take gloomy views of
life. The only name by which he was known to
himself and others was Biler; but whether that was
a Christian name, or a surname, or a nickname,
cannot be said. Biler's chief trouble in life was an
inordinate and insatiable appetite. Nothing came