He thinks he is a second Hannibal.

It will cool his hot blood, perchance, to see the welcome we are prepared to accord to the invaders of our soil." In effect there was another sort of welcome awaiting the English fleet; for upon the next day one of those violent squalls for which these northern waters are famous swept over the great river St.
Lawrence, and in the town of Quebec there were rejoicing and triumph.
"Now let the British mariners look to themselves!" cried the people, shaking fists in the direction of the invisible fleet, which they knew was anchored off the south shore of the great island.

"We shall soon see what they can do against one of our Canadian tempests! Pray Heaven and all the saints that it may sink every one of them to the bottom, or grind them to pieces upon the rocks!" "Pooh! not a bit of it," cried the midshipmen in contempt, though they watched the storm with secret anxiety.

"As though English-built vessels could not ride out a capful of wind like this! See, it is clearing off already! in an hour's time it will have subsided.

As though our anchors would not hold and our sailors keep their heads in such a little mock tempest as this!" Luckily for the English fleet, the squall was as brief as it was violent; nevertheless it did do considerable damage to the ships at their anchorage, and flying rumours were brought in as to the amount of harm inflicted.