. Montcalm and Wolfe. France and England in North America . — Fury of the Bombardment. —Exploit of English Sailors. — The End near. — The WhiteFlag. — Surrender. — Reception of the News in England andAmerica. — Wolfe not satisfied. — His Letters to Amherst. — He destroys Gaspe.— Returns to England. The stormy coast of Cape Breton is indented bya small land-locked bay, between wbicb and tbeocean lies a tongue of land dotted with a fewgrazing sheep, and intersected by rows of stonethat mark more or less distinctly the lines ofwhat once were streets. Green mounds and em-bankments of earth enclose
. Montcalm and Wolfe. France and England in North America . — Fury of the Bombardment. —Exploit of English Sailors. — The End near. — The WhiteFlag. — Surrender. — Reception of the News in England andAmerica. — Wolfe not satisfied. — His Letters to Amherst. — He destroys Gaspe.— Returns to England. The stormy coast of Cape Breton is indented bya small land-locked bay, between wbicb and tbeocean lies a tongue of land dotted with a fewgrazing sheep, and intersected by rows of stonethat mark more or less distinctly the lines ofwhat once were streets. Green mounds and em-bankments of earth enclose the whole space, andbeneath the highest of them yawn arches andcaverns of ancient masonry. This grassy soli-tude was once the Dunkirk of America; thevaulted caverns where the sheep find shelter fromthe rain were casemates where terrified womensought refuge from storms of shot and shell, andthe shapeless green mounds were citadel, bastion,rampart, and glacis. Here stood Louisbourg; andnot all the efforts of its conquerors, nor all the. £ g -g ~ S t i ; I (5 t?ff| 3 4 11.£ ,§ 13j 1758.] PEESENT STATE OF LOUISBOUEG. 53 havoc of succeeding times, have availed to effaceit. Men in hundreds toiled for months with lever,spade, and gunpowder in the work of destruction,and for more than a century it has served as astone quarry; but the remains of its vast defencesstill tell their tale of human valor and humanwoe. Stand on the mounds that were once the KingsBastion. The glistening sea spreads eastward threethousand miles, and its waves meet their firstrebuff against this iron coast. Lighthouse Pointis white with foam; jets of spray spout from therocks of Goat Island; mist curls in clouds fromthe seething surf that lashes the crags of BlackPoint, and the sea boils like a caldron amongthe reefs by the harbors mouth; but on the calmwater within, the small fishing vessels rest tran-quil at their moorings. Beyond lies a hamlet offishermen by the edge of the water, and a
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