Two days I travelled as fast as my strength would allow, when I came to Sorel, which was on the other side of the river.  Here I saw several priests on the road coming directly towards me.  That they were after me, I had not a doubt.  Whither should I flee?  To escape by running, was out of the question, but just at that moment my eye fell upon a boat near the shore.  I ran to the captain, and asked him to take me across the river.  He consented, and, as I expected, the priests took another boat and followed us.  Once more I gave myself up for lost, and prepared to spring into the water, if they were likely to overtake me.  The man understood my feelings, and exerted all his strength to urge forward the boat.  At last it reached the shore, and as he helped me out he whispered, “Now run.”  I did run, but though my own liberty was at stake I could not help thinking about the consequences to that man if I escaped, for I knew they would make him pay a heavy fine for his benevolent act.  A large house stood in my way, and throwing open the door I exclaimed, “Are there any protestants here?” “O, yes,” replied a man who sat there, “come with me.”  He led me to the kitchen, where a large company of Irish men were rolling little balls on a table.  I saw the men were Irish and my first thought was, “I am betrayed.”

But my fears were soon relieved, for the man exclaimed, “Here is a nun, inquiring for protestants.”  “Well,” replied one who seemed to be a leader, “this is the right place to find them.  We are all true Orange men.”  And then they all began to shout, “Down with the Catholics!  Down with the Pope!  Death to the Jesuits! etc.”  I was frightened at their violence, but their leader came to me, and with the kindness of a brother, said, “Do not fear us.  If you are a run-away, we will protect you.”  He bade the men be still and asked if any one was after me.  I told him about the priests, and he replied, “you have come to the right place for protection, for they dare not show themselves here.  I am the leader of a band of Anti-Catholics, and this is their lodge.  You have heard of us, I presume; we are called Orange men.  Our object is, to overthrow the Roman Catholic religion, and we are bound by the most fearful oaths to stand by each other, and protect all who seek our aid.  The priests dread our influence, for we have many members, and I hope ere long, the power of the Pope in this country will be at an end.  I am sure people must see what a cruel, hypocritical set they are.”

Before he had done speaking, a man came to the door and said, “The carriage is ready.”  Another of the men, on hearing this, said, “Come with me, and I’ll take you out of the reach of the priests.”  He conducted me to a carriage, which was covered and the curtains all fastened down.  He helped me into it, directing me to sit upon the back seat, where I could not be seen by any one unless they took particular pains.  He drove to St. Oars that night, and, if I remember right, he said the distance was twelve miles.  When, he left me he gave me twenty-five cents.  I travelled all night, and about midnight passed through St. Dennis, But I did not stop until the next morning, when I called at a house and asked for something to eat.  The lady gave me some bread and milk, and I again pursued my way.