Western news and the Libby times. [volume] (Libby, Mont.) 1920-1933, 1931-04-23

Montcam was doing In another way,
/ to the last chapter In his fate. There
i was no goal at which he could aim,
nothing for which he could play; win
ming for Canada. should the mirncle
! of ultimate victory come. could hold
no more Of solace and happiness for
/ him than defeat ut the hands of fha
! English. There were times when his
/ French and English hndv was divided
! against Itself. when his mother and
Hepsihah Adams and all they stood
/ for Looked npon him questinningIy
/ from out of the past as II he had
turr traitor to some precious part
OF tlriil. yet In such way that they
could not condemn him. In hours like
these, the spirit of Tolnette came to
| his side and placed her hand In his.
/ and he knew 1t WIS for her he was
! fighting, for the home which would
| have been theirs for the country she
would have made n paradise for him.
| SHE grew nearer ms ihe surenpss Of an
! approaching end erent upon him. and
!, he felt the beginning Of comfort he
! had not known before II was The
| consolation OF something about To hap
| pen. Something that was tremendous
and final. Something that would have
| to do with her and with him. He
knew what ii was and waited pa-
| tiently for II MS another year passed.
Then came Ticonderoga. that July
| 8. 1758. when over space Of hnn-
| dred acres one could not walk with
| out staining the soles Of his shoes
| with French or English hIond-that
| red day In history and heroism when
| three thousand tnil-wnrn. harasspd
| soldiers Of New France faced six
| thousand British regulars ana nine
| thousand American miiitiamen; the
| day on which Jeems and his comrades
| drove hack the waves Of scarlet and
| gold and n thousand Killed Highland
ers Of the Black Watch led ny Dnn-
| can Campbell Of Inverawe. until. MS
| Montcalm wrote to Ills wife. even the
| bullet-scarred trees seemed to he drip
| ping blood Through hours Of tumult
| and death. Ieems loaded and fired. and
| stabbed with his hayonet. and the
| thing for which he was waiting did not
| come. Men fell around him. tens and
scores and hundreds Of them. as the
day wore on. He saw whole ranks
shiver and crumhle before blasts uf
| fire. But when II was ended and the
English dropped back III D last smash
Ing defeat. he was nnscathed except
for bruises aud powder burns on his
flesh.
But Montcalm retreated. and this
puzzled .Ieems The army began to
learn the truth as, weary and foot
sore. II turned toward Quebec. RI
pacty. folly. intrigue. and fasehood
had fed at the heart Of New France
until TT was hnneyconbe1 ny THe rot
tenness of dissolution. Montram was ).
its one star of hope, and as autumn
came, then winter, 1t seemed TO Teens
that Montcalm's God had deserted him.
The st. Lawrence was filled with Brit
ish ships. The harvest was meager,
and barrel OF flour cost two hundred
francs. Even Montcalm ate horse
flesh. Still he did not lose faith In
God thousand scoundrels headed
by vaudreuil had fattened on the ma
TONS downfall, and he prayed for
them. what n country he ex-
claimed Here all the knaves grow
rich and the honest men are ruined"
A fighting man. a man Of sword and
denth he kept his faith to the end
IF we are driven from the st. Law
renee" he wrote to his wife, I'VE will
descend the Mississippi and make a
final stand for France among the
swamps OF Louisiana
Thus planned and prayed the man
whose hleached skull Is now shown to
visitors in the ursnine convent at
Quebec. Through the spring and sum
mer of 1850, .Iepms watched the |
spiders as they wove their web ever |
closer about Quebec. the last French
stronghold in America Ii was In May I
of 1756 that Toinette had been killed, /
and 1t was in May of 1850 that he first
saw from the Montmorenci shore tie !
mighty rock (which so long had been |
the mistress of the New world
Four months later, on the most |
eventfnl September 10 OF written his
tory--that Tomorrow Morning" which
will never be forgotten-he stood on
the Plains of Abraham.
Montcalm's God was about 10 com
plete an immaculate elegy which hung
In the air like a mighty chorus waiting
for a whispered command to begin.
To Jeems Bulain. facing the sun and
the thin red line Of the British across
the meadows where Abraham Martin
had grazed his cattle. fate was bring
ing nm end to uncertainty and chaos
1t had missed him ut Fort William
Henry, Mt Ticonderoga, at Mont
lnorenci. but here he could feel Its
presence-an escape--a release from
bondage something greater than iron
or flesh--as the crimson lines drew
nearer. He felt the spirit Of what
Montcalm had said to his doomed
heroes few minutes before. God Is