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The Refugees

CHAPTER XXVIII
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"Now, father, if you will lay a hand upon the shoulder of each, you need scarce put your feet to the boards." A minute later the old merchant was on the deck, and the two young men had seated him upon a coil of rope with his back against the mast, where he should be away from the crush.

The soldiers were already crowding down into the boats, and all were so busy over their own affairs that they paid no heed to the little group of refugees who gathered round the stricken man.

He turned his head painfully from side to side, but his eyes brightened as they fell upon the broad blue stretch of water, the flash of the distant falls, the high castle, and the long line of purple mountains away to the north-west.
"It is not like France," said he.

"It is not green and peaceful and smiling, but it is grand and strong and stern like Him who made it.
As I have weakened, Adele, my soul has been less clogged by my body, and I have seen clearly much that has been dim to me.

And it has seemed to me, my children, that all this country of America, not Canada alone, but the land where you were born also, Amos Green, and all that stretches away towards yonder setting sun, will be the best gift of God to man.
For this has He held it concealed through all the ages, that now His own high purpose may be wrought upon it.


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