ADVENTURE IN BOSTON
The _Clement_ was found and boarded without much difficulty, and at
daybreak she was on her way to Boston, bearing the La Tours and Raoul.
They were well received at the quaint capital of the New England
Province, and, after a good deal of negotiation, for the shrewd
colonists knew how to drive good bargains, La Tour succeeded in
arranging for four ships, carrying nearly two score guns, and one
hundred and fifty men. With this force he felt quite equal to getting
the better of his rival, and set sail from Boston in high spirits. For
six weeks Fort La Tour had been silent as a tomb, the besiegers, who
were quite unaware of the La Tours having slipped away, trusting to
starvation to do their work for them, while the garrison, looking
forward to their commander's return in force, made no attempt at
sorties, but got along, as best they could, on the scanty rations left
them. They kept a sharp and steady look-out, however, and one day
their eyes were gladdened by the sight of many sails in the offing.
"La Tour! La Tour!" they cried joyously, and at once proceeded to
welcome him with a salute in which every cannon on the ramparts had a
part. La Tour did his best to capture some of Charnace's vessels, but
both wind and tide favoured their escape, although he chased them as
far as the Penobscot. There was great rejoicing at the fort, and
feasting followed famine for the remainder of the week.
"Will Monsieur Charnace come back again, do you think?" Raoul asked of
his aunt as they sat in her room, having grown weary of the revelling.
"I am afraid so," she answered with a sigh. "He is a proud, determined
man, and this defeat will only cause him to try again with a stronger
force. I fear there is trouble in store for us."
"But why can't he leave us alone?" Raoul cried petulantly. "We have
never made any attack upon him."
"Because this world, big as it may seem, Raoul, is all too small for
such men as your uncle and Charnace," Madame replied. "They cannot
brook a rival, and they must needs fight until one or the other is
overthrown," and she sighed again deeply, for her gentle heart shrank
from conflict, and she infinitely preferred teaching religion to the
Indians, to all her husband's grand plans for wealth and power.
Foiled in his first attempt, but not shaken in his purpose, Charnace
went off across the ocean to France to see if something could not be
done there to humble his rival, and La Tour was left to pursue his way
in peace.
Raoul now took an active part in what went on, and led quite a busy
life. He accompanied his uncle in his trips up the River St. John,
where they met with Indians from the interior, who brought rich furs to
barter for goods. Twice he crossed over to Fort St. Louis, and each
time congratulated himself on the move to Fort La Tour; and what
pleased him most of all, he was allowed to go on one of the ships to
Boston, for he had very pleasant recollections of his first visit
there. His visit was made memorable by an experience which was
certainly of too exciting a nature to be soon forgotten. Having a
leisure afternoon, he went off alone for a stroll along the river-bank,
where he felt sure he would find something to interest him. And in
this he was not disappointed.
He had gone about half-a-mile from the town when, seeing a group of
boys evidently much interested in something, he hurried towards them.
To his surprise he saw that they were making sport of a strange-looking
lad of about his own age, who seemed to be only half-witted. They
wanted him to go into the water, but he held back in a terror-stricken
way that ought to have caused them to desist, but only served to spur
them on. Just as Raoul reached them, they had dragged the poor fellow
to the edge of a little point below which the water was fairly deep,
and, crying out: "Give him a dip; he needs a good wash!" were about to
shove him over the edge, when Raoul, stirred to such indignation that
he quite forgot that he stood alone against half-a-dozen, called out:
"Shame! Shame! Let the poor fellow be! Why do you torment him so?"
and springing into their midst, he tore them away from their victim,
and set him free.
So sudden was his onset--for the boys, being intent upon their _fun_,
had not noticed his approach--that they were completely taken aback,
and the idiot boy, finding himself free, had sufficient sense to make a
break, whereby he got out of their reach ere they recovered from their
surprise. Then they turned upon Raoul, and with coarse oaths demanded
who he was, and what business he had interfering with them. Raoul
realized that he was in a pretty tight place, and had no idea just how
he was to get out of it, but he put on a bold front and replied:
"It's no matter who I am. You had no right to be tormenting that poor
chap."
"Oh, ho! he's a Frenchie. Let us put him in instead," was the cry
raised, and at once they threw themselves upon Raoul.
There were none of them larger than he, but they were six to one, and,
although he fought splendidly, they were not long in bringing him to
the ground. Seizing him roughly by the arms and legs they bore him to
the edge of the bank, and in another instant they would have pitched
him over, when a commanding voice shouted:
"Stop! Let that boy alone!" and again the young rowdies were checked
in their rough sport. This time the interposition came from no less
important a personage than Governor Winthrop himself, who, chancing to
take his afternoon constitutional in that direction, had observed the
disturbance, and hurried up to ascertain its meaning. He carried a
stout cane, and followed up his command by laying it upon the backs of
the boys nearest him with such good effect that they dashed off
howling, and in a moment Raoul was left free to pick himself up and
arrange his disordered dress.
"Pray, sir, what were they doing to you?" inquired Governor Winthrop
with grave concern.
"They were trying to throw me into the river," responded Raoul, "and
but for you, sir, they would have done it." And then he went on to
explain what had taken place, while the Governor listened with an
approving smile; and when he had finished, he placed his hand upon
Raoul's shoulder, saying:
"You have borne yourself nobly, my son, and I feel ashamed that the
children of our own townspeople should behave in so unseemly a fashion.
And now tell me who are you and whence you come, for you are assuredly
a stranger here."
When he learned that Raoul was the nephew of Charles La Tour,
Lieutenant-General of Acadia, his interest manifestly deepened.
"Indeed, indeed," he said. "I know your worthy uncle well, and hold
him in high esteem. You must come and sup with me, and I shall see
that you return to your ship in due time."
Raoul was only too glad to accept such an attractive invitation, and so
the close of this eventful day found him the guest of the Governor, and
keenly relishing the excellent fare that his table afforded.