He was roused from his almost lyric ecstacy, by a big double Saint-Jean cracker, which suddenly went off from the happy cabin.
I saw him taken off to the Section and shut up in the church of Saint-Jean.
The Fire of Saint-Jean in 1573 was a magnificent ceremony, so it is said.
So saying, he went away, and crossed the place Saint-Jean to the Hochons.
Amid the hooting and insults and threats from the mob, he made the dreadful transit from the place Misere to the place Saint-Jean.
I have had a sort of presentiment of it ever since that evening, at the Fire of Saint-Jean.
This circumstance may give some idea of the narrowness of the Saint-Jean gate and the ease with which it could be blocked.
The recollection of this fact incited three of the sailors belonging to the Saint-Jean Baptiste to follow their example.
If it is left on the right hand and the foot of the Saint-Jean hills followed, the cemetery is soon reached.
There were indeed many sufferers from scurvy on board the Saint-Jean Baptiste.
