Historian Francis Parkman described the death of Wolfe this way:
“They asked him [Wolfe] if he would have a surgeon; but he shook his head, and answered that all was over with him. His eyes closed with the torpor of approaching death, and those around sustained his fainting form. Yet they could not withhold their gaze from the wild turmoil before them, and the charging ranks of their companions rushing though the line of sire and smoke.
“See how they run.” one of the officers exclaimed, as the French fled in confusion before the leveled bayonets.
“Who run?” demanded Wolfe, opening his eyes like a man aroused from sleep.
“The enemy, sire,” was the reply; “they give way everywhere.”
“Then,” said the dying general, “tell Colonel River, to cut off their retreat from the bridge. Now, God be praised, I die contented,” he murmured; and, turning on his side, he calmly breathed his last breath.
Rather than be so mysterious,
let me explain.
At 19 I spent a summer traveling from TO to Halifax.
Canada had wonderful hostel accomadations.
At QC it was an old prison on the Plains of Abraham.
The monument I described was just outside.
Spent a week there with a German girl.