Then one voice said,
'Down with the Papists!' and there was a pretty general cheer, but
nothing more. After a lull of a few moments, one man cried out, 'Stone
him;' another, 'Duck him;' another, in a stentorian voice, 'No Popery!'
This favourite cry the rest re-echoed, and the mob, which might have
been two hundred strong, joined in a general shout.
Mr Haredale had stood calmly on the brink of the steps, until they made
this demonstration, when he looked round contemptuously, and walked at
a slow pace down the stairs. He was pretty near the boat, when Gashford,
as if without intention, turned about, and directly afterwards a great
stone was thrown by some hand, in the crowd, which struck him on the
head, and made him stagger like a drunken man.
The blood sprung freely from the wound, and trickled down his coat. He
turned directly, and rushing up the steps with a boldness and passion
which made them all fall back, demanded:
'Who did that? Show me the man who hit me.'
Not a soul moved; except some in the rear who slunk off, and, escaping
to the other side of the way, looked on like indifferent spectators.
'Who did that?' he repeated. 'Show me the man who did it.
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