Just a word for a good cause.
"They're waiting for you, and your hand on it! Here's a place for you on the roost.

Come up." The "roost" was an upturned tub lying face down on the ground, and in the passion of the moment, the little man gripped Carnac's hand and stood on the tub to great cheering; for if there was one thing the French-Canadians love, it is sensation, and they were having it.

They were mostly Barouche's men, but they were emotional, and melodrama had stirred their feelings.
Besides, like the Irish, they had a love of feminine nature, and in all the river-coves Junia was known by sight at least, and was admired.

She had the freshness of face and mind which is the heart of success with the habitants.

With Eugene Grandois on his feet, she heard a speech which had in it the best spirit of Gallic eloquence, though it was crude.