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Richardson, John, 1796-1852

"Wacousta : a tale of the Pontiac conspiracy (Complete)"

"No: for weeks I was insensible
to any thing but the dreadful shock my soul had sustained.
A heavy stupor weighed me down, and for a period it was
supposed my reason was overthrown: no such mercy was
reserved for me. The regiment had quitted the Highlands,
and were now stationary in ----, whither I had accompanied
it in arrest. The restoration of my faculties was the
signal for new persecutions. Scarcely had the medical
officers reported me fit to sustain the ordeal, when a
court-martial was assembled to try me on a variety of
charges. Who was my prosecutor? Listen, Clara," and he
shook her violently by the arm. "He who had robbed me of
all that gave value to life, and incentive to honour,--he
who, under the guise of friendship, had stolen into the
Eden of my love, and left it barren of affection. In a
word, yon detested governor, to whose inhuman cruelty
even the son of my brother has, by some strange fatality
of coincidence, so recently fallen a second sacrifice.
Curses, curses on him," he pursued, with frightful
vehemence, half rising as he spoke, and holding forth
his right arm in a menacing attitude; "but the hour of
retribution is at hand, and revenge, the exclusive passion
of the gods, shall at length be mine.


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