By having public exhibitions once a month, and inviting the neighbors to dine with him on feast-days, in the open woods on the important feast days, he made himself known and liked. By his courtesy to the humblest, he gained the good will of his neighbors. Wayne . . . His enthusiasm was unlimited. Nothing is so contagious as enthusiasm.
Enthusiasm is truth.
Without it, no victories are accomplished. After walking two miles they came to a clearing, upon which stood a rough log cabin bearing the sign of man's redemption. That was the object of their search, the rude sanctuary built by Father Badin. As Father Sorin drank in the scene with its snow-laden trees mirrored in the dark blue waters of a beautiful lake, a delightful thrill of enthusiasm sent his young blood coursing through his veins, and throwing himself on his knees he awakened the echoes of the forests with a joyous triumphant Te Deum . . . Tall, slender, graceful, with a face full of character, searching dark eyes shielded by glasses, he had about him an air of refinement, and a look of superiority to ordinary mortals.