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abroad on his horse, and the weather hot, he
stopped* at the hut of a slave womafc and asked
for a drink of water, which she gave him. That
night he died. The woman was said to have
poisoned the water. She was the boy's mother..
Colonel de Lancey lies buried in a graveyard
reserved for the family at a place called Tuppers-
ville. When the railroad was built across Nova
Scotia it was planned to go through this grave-
yard and actually brought to the edge of it.
There the diggers came to a halt. Standing
by the old loyalist's grave was a stalwart figure
armed with a loaded rifle and vowing death to
the first man who put a spade into the
sacred soil It was the Colonel's son. For a
day and night, so they say, he kept his vigil;
and a loop in the railroad round the graveyard
bears witness of his filial piety to this day. Some
five or six years ago a celebration was held
in the graveyard to honour the family, all the
surviving members that could be found being
present. First they toasted the old Colonel,
sleeping his everlasting sleep in the grave his
son had defended,- ajid so on through the
generations till th^$aftie to one of the last, Colonel
James Arnold def ]Bancey, who had fallen on Vimy
Ridge. Old Ui|i$pke de Lancey stood silent by.