A LEGEND OF GENERAL WOLFE 247
He himself wanders slowly behind them, under the threatening avalanche of sandstone cliffs.
”Careful, General, careful!” I whisper concernedly.
The warning is timely and is heeded. Wolfe steps nimbly aside as a huge mass of tumbling, twisting rock mutters ominously and crashes to the shore below. Up the beach he strides more quickly now until he meets his men returning with the precious cargo of water. How good it is to be on land again, he thinks. And what a perfect spot! His eyes fall on his men.
”Take it back to the ship,” he orders, “and return again for me in half an hour.”
The boat is propelled to the ship, leaving Wolfe deep in thought.
“So peaceful,” he murmurs, “so peaceful
His eyes have a far-away look and his thoughts are back in the lanes of old England. Pictures of Eliza- beth Lawson, his “Maid of Honour, " and of his fiancée, Katherine Lowther, flash through his mind. He recalls that awful winter of dissipation in London; his conversations with Pitt. Then his thoughts return to the Maid of Honour again. She is dead now, having lived only six weeks after his engagement to Katherine leaked out. And now, he remembers Katherine . . .
The boat comes back soon, too soon. And as it nears the rock I slip unnoticed to one side to watch the General embark again. The boat slips away
. and I am left alone .
“Day dreaming?” Jean pops around the corner of the rock.
“No. Just seeing the General OH.”
“The who?”
“General Wolfe.”
“Phooey! Let’s swim."
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