We must sweep them out
of our way, I think, or at all events give them a brush, that will quiet
them a little.
_St. L_. Or they might prove, after all, like the gadfly in the fable. I
do not think this outbreak will be any disadvantage in the end, General.
_Bur_. Not a whit--not a whit--they have needed this. It will do them
good, Sir.
_St. L_. The fact is, these colonies were founded in the spirit of
insubordination, and all the circumstances of their position have
hitherto tended to develope only these disorganizing elements.
_Bur_. It will do them good, Sir. Depend upon it, they'll remember this
lesson. Pretty well sickened of war are they all. They'll count the cost
ere they try it again.
_St. L_. We can hardly expect the news from General Reidesel before
sunset, I suppose.
_Bur_. If my messenger returns by to-morrow's sunrise, it is better
fortune than I look for.
(_Col. St. Leger goes out_.)
(_Burgoyne resumes his plan_.)
_A Ser't_. (_At the door_.) Capt. Maitland, Sir.
_Bur_. Capt. Maitland!
_Ser't_. From Fort Ann, Sir.
(_Maitland enters_.
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