XV.

New tactics now seem necessary, and Le Clerc has them at hand.

Inland among the mountains, two days distance from Cap François, is

the village of Ennery; there Toussaint has stationed his family. The

quiet of the place is moved by an unwonted stir—what can it mean,

for the sounds are not those of troops? Towards nine o’clock at

night messengers bring word to the wife of Toussaint that her sons,

they who had been so long absent in France, are coming. With a few

friends, she goes with torches into the highway to meet them. In the

midst of that great crowd, hushed to silence in the serene night,

she greets them with joy and tears. Towards midnight of the next day

Toussaint arrives; he presses his sons to his breast, and tears once

more water the furrows of his worn face.

The young men present their tutor (M. Coisnon), who, after receiving

the warm thanks of the father, hands him a golden box containing a

letter from Napoleon. Toussaint reads it. Highly complimentary to

him, it objected to the Constitution already formed, but suggested no

other; it advised submission to the new Captain-General Le Clerc, and

threatened punishment for disobedience; it spoke of their liberties

as due to France (Toussaint is grave—he does not even smile here);

it did not promise anything on this score, but pointed to the liberty

France had given to other nations, and stated that they could only

enjoy liberty as French citizens, and asked submission, co-operation,

and peace.[59]

Toussaint turns to M. Coisnon, and says—“Three months after the date

you bring me a letter which announces peace; the action of General

Le Clerc is war. I had established order and justice here; now all

is confusion and misery. Take back my sons, M. Coisnon, I cannot

receive them as the price of my surrender.” The children were again

sent to him; they threw themselves into his arms with entreaties.

Toussaint remained inflexible. “My children,” he said, “make your

choice—whatever it is, I shall always love you.” Placide alone

said—“My father, I am yours; I fear the future—I fear slavery.”

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