westward of lake and near the mighty stream of the saint it was called our lady s chapel of the forest the peal went forth as if to redeem and the heathen wilderness the wolf growled at the sound as he stealthily through the the grim bear turned his back and stalked sullenly away the startled leaped up and led her into a deeper solitude the red men wondered what awful voice was speaking amid a bell s biography the wind that roared through the tree tops and following its summons the dark fathers blessed them as they drew near the cross crowned chapel in a little time there was a on every dusk bosom the indians knelt beneath the lowly roof in the same forms that were under the vast dome of saint peter s when the pope performed high in the presence of kneeling princes all the religious that awoke the bells of lofty called forth a peal from our lady s chapel of the forest loudly rang the bell of the wilderness while the streets of paris echoed with for the birth day of the or whenever france had on some european battle field and the solemn woods were with a melancholy as often as the thick strewn leaves were swept away from the virgin soil for the burial of an indian chief meantime the bells of a hostile people and a hostile faith were ringing on and lecture days at boston and other towns their echoes died away hundreds of miles south eastward of our lady s chapel but had the desert that lay between and from behind the huge tree trunks perceived the indians at the summons of the bell some bore haired at their as if to lay those bloody on our lady s altar it was reported and believed all through new england that the pope of rome and the king of france had established this little chapel in the forest for the purpose of stirring up the red men to a against the english the latter took energetic measures to s a s biography their religion and their lives on the eve of an especial fast of the church while the bell and the priests were a a band of new england rushed from the surrounding woods fierce shouts and the report of suddenly within the chapel the priests threw themselves before the altar and were slain even on its steps if as antique traditions tell us no grass will grow where the blood of has been shed there should be a barren spot to this very day on the site of that altar while the blood was still from step to step the leader of the seized a torch and applied it to the of the shrine the flame and smoke arose as from a at once and the whole interior of the chapel � now hiding the dead priests in a now revealing them and their in one terrific glare some already wished that the altar smoke could cover the deed from the sight of heaven but one of the � a man of aspect though his hands were bloody � approached the captain sir said he our village meeting house a bell and hitherto we have been fain to summon the good people to worship by beat of drum give me i pray you the bell of this chapel for the sake of the mr who doubtless hath remembered us in the prayers of the congregation ever since we began our march who can tell what share of this night s good success we owe to that holy man s with the lord nay then answered the captain if good mr a bell s hath our enterprise it is right that he should share the spoil take the hell and welcome if you will he at the trouble of carrying it home hitherto it hath spoken nothing but and that too in the french or indian but warrant me if mr it anew it will talk like a good english and bell so and half a score of his took down the bell suspended it on a pole and bore it away on their sturdy shoulders meaning to carry it to the shore of lake and thence homeward by water far through the woods gleamed the flames of our lady s chapel flinging fantastic shadows from the clustered foliage and glancing on that had never caught the sunlight as the traversed the midnight forest staggering under their heavy burden the tongue of the hell gave many a tremendous stroke � � a most sound as if it were for the slaughter of the priests and the ruin of the chapel little dreamed and his that it was their own funeral a of indians had heard the report of and seen the blaze of the chapel and now were on the track of the summoned to vengeance by the bell s dismal murmurs in the midst of a deep swamp they made a sudden on the retreating foe good stoutly but had his skull by a and sank into the depths of the with the ponderous bell above him and for many a year thereafter our hero s voice was heard no more on earth neither at the hour of worship nor at nor a bell s biography and is he still buried in that unknown grave scarcely so dear reader hark how plainly we hear him at this moment the of time that it is nine o clock at night we may therefore safely conclude that some happy chance has restored him to upper air but there lay the hell for many silent years and the wonder is that he did not lie silent there a century or perhaps a dozen centuries till the world should have forgotten not only his voice but the voices of the whole brotherhood of bells how would the first accent of his iron 