The seizure by England of the country that soon afterward was

rechristened Nova Scotia was one of the cruellest events in history. The

land was occupied by a good and happy people who had much faith and few

laws, plenty to eat and drink, no tax collectors nor magistrates, in

brief, a people who were entitled to call themselves Acadians, for they

made their land an Arcady. Upon them swooped the British ships, took them

unarmed and unoffending, crowded them aboard their transports,--often

separating husband and wife, parents and children,--scattered them far

and wide, beyond hope of return, and set up the cross of St. George on

the ruins of prosperity and peace. On the shore of the Basin of Minas can

still be traced the foundations of many homes that were perforce deserted

at that time, and among them are the ruins of Grand Pre.

Here lived Evangeline Bellefontaine and Gabriel Lajeunesse, who were

betrothed with the usual rejoicings just before the coming of the

English. They had expected, when their people were arrested, to be sent

away together; but most of the men were kept under guard, and Gabriel was

at sea, bound neither he nor she knew whither, when Evangeline found

herself in her father's house alone, for grief and excitement had been

more than her aged parent could bear, and he was buried at the shore just

before the women of the place were crowded on board of a transport. As

the ship set off her sorrowing passengers looked behind them to see their

homes going up in flame and smoke, and Acadia knew them no more. The

English had planned well to keep these people from coming together for

conspiracy or revenge: they scattered them over all America, from

Newfoundland to the southern savannas.

Evangeline was not taken far away, only to New England; but without

Gabriel all lands were drear, and she set off in the search for him,

working here and there, sometimes looking timidly at the headstones on

new graves, then travelling on. Once she heard that he was a coureur des

bois on the prairies, again that he was a voyageur in the Louisiana

lowlands; but those of his people who kept near her inclined to jest at

her faith and urged her to marry Leblanc, the notary's son, who truly

loved her. To these she only replied, I cannot.

Down the Ohio and Mississippi she went--on a raft--with a little band of

those who were seeking the French settlements, where the language,

religion, and simplicity of life recalled Acadia. They found it on the

banks of the Teche, and they reached the house of the herdsman Gabriel on

the day that he had departed for the north to seek Evangeline. She and

the good priest who had been her stay in a year of sorrow turned back in

pursuit, and for weary months, over prairie and through forest, skirting

mountain and morass, going freely among savages, they followed vain

clues, and at last arrived in Philadelphia. Broken in spirit then, but

not less sweet of nature for the suffering that she had known, she who

had been named for the angels became a minister of mercy, and in the

black robe of a nun went about with comforts to the sick and poor. A

pestilence was sweeping through the city, and those who had no friends

nor attendants were taken to the almshouse, whither, as her way was,

Evangeline went on a soft Sabbath morning to calm the fevered and

brighten the hearts of the dying.

Some of the patients of the day before had gone and new were in their

places. Suddenly she turned white and sank on her knees at a bedside,

with a cry of Gabriel, my beloved! breathed into the ears of a

prematurely aged man who lay gasping in death before her. He came out of

his stupor, slowly, and tried to speak her name. She drew his head to her

bosom, kissed him, and for one moment they were happy. Then the light

went out of his eyes and the warmth from his heart. She pressed his

eyelids down and bowed her head, for her way was plainer now, and she

thanked God that it was so.

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