shivering, half-clad, broken-hearted sufferers, before
the last of them were removed.
‘The embarkation of the inhabitants goes on but slowly,’ wrote Monckton
, from Fort Cumberland
, near which he had burned three hamlets; ‘the most part of the wives of the men we have prisoners are gone off with their children, in hopes I would not send off their husbands without them.’
Their hope was vain.
, a hundred heads of families fled to the woods, and a party was detached on the hunt to bring them in. ‘Our soldiers hate them,’ wrote an officer on this occasion, ‘and if they can but find a pretext to kill them, they will.’
Did a prisoner seek to escape?
He was shot down by the sentinel.
Yet some fled to Quebec
; more than three thousand had withdrawn to Miiramichi, and the region south of the Ristigouche;1
some found rest on the banks of the St. John
's and its branches; some found a lair in their native forests; some were charitably sheltered from the English
in the wigwams of the savages.
thousand of these banished people were driven on board ships, and scattered among the English
colonies, from New Hampshire
;——one thousand and twenty to South Carolina
They were cast ashore without resources; hating the poor-house as a shelter for their offspring, and abhorring the thought of selling themselves as laborers.
Households, too, were separated;