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prisoners, and confined in Racette's lodge, under charge of two sentinels, whilst an armed party posted away to meet the gentlemen who were coming along the portage path through the woods. M^r Campebell's narrative of his and M^r Frobisher's own seizure is in the following words; "Being ahead of the other gentlemen, and nearly at the foot of the rapid, I observed a man rising spring up on one side of the road, but thinking he was some freeman, I paid little attention to him, when, to my great surprise, he sprang towards me, and aimed a blow at my head with the butt end of his gun musquet firelock, which I fortunately avoided by jumping on one side. I asked the fellow what his intention was, and whether he meant to murder me: he replied, "Coquin, Vaurien, taisez vous, vous etes mon prisonner, allez, marchez devant moi, le et Gouverneur Williams aura soin de toi." i.e. "Rascal, Scoundrel, hold your tongue, you are my prisoner, come, march on before me, and Governor Williams will take care of you." "Before I could say another word I found myself surrounded by fifteen or twenty more De Meurons, armed with musquets, fixed bayonets, pistols, swords, &c. whooping and hallooing like so many demons." M^r Frobisher with Messieurs Connolly and MacDonald, the two clerks, soon came up, and were immediately surrounded and taken prisoners. M^r

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