The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1916-12-29

OF anger into the younger mans face,
although he merely turned on his heel
without reply.
We remained at st. Ignace three
days, busily enga sed in repairing our
canoes and rendering them ft for the
long voyage yet before us. From this
point We were to venture on PREACHER
waters, as yet scarcely explored,
the shores inhabited by savage, IN
known tribes, with not a white man
In all the long distance from Green
Bay to the Chicago portage. Once
got out the map and traced the dis
lance. feeling sick at heart as I thus
realized more clearly the weary jour
ney.
Those were dull. lonely days l
passed in the dcsolate mission house,
while the others were busy at their
various tasks. Only at night time, or
as they struggled In to their meals, did
| see anyone but Pere Allouez, who
was always close at hand. a silent
shadow from whose presence I could
not escape. ! visited the priests gar
den, climbed the rocks overlooking
the water and even ventured into the
dark forest, but he was ever beside
me, suave but insistcnt on doing his
masters will. The only glimpse l had
OF D'Artigny vas ut & distance, for
not once did he approach the mission
house. So l was glad enough when
the NOES were ready. and all prep
aratlons made for departure.
Yet we were not destined to escape
thus easily from st. Ignace. or what
occurred l must write as it happened
to me then, and not as its full sisni-
lcance became later clear to my I'M
derstandine. It was after nightfall
when Cassion returned to the mission
house. The lights were burning on
the table. and the three priests were
rather impatiently waiting their even
ing meal, occasionally exchanging:
brief sentences. or peering out through
the open window toward the dark
water.
Cassion came in alone, vet I OBJ
served nothing strange about his ap-
p%earance, except that he failed to
greet me with the usual attempt at
gallantry, although his sharp eyes
swept our faces MS he closed the door,
and stared about the Dol
what! not eaten YETI" he ex-
claimed. Il anticipated my fate to
be q lonely meal, for the rascals
worked like snails, and I would not
leave them rest until all was finished.
Faith, the odor 10 appetizing, and I am
hungry % q bear"
The younger priest waved his hand
to the servant yet asked softly:
Monsieur Chevet-he is delayed
also?"
He will sup with his men tonight"
returned Cassion shortly, seating him
self on the bench. THE sergeant
keeps guard Of the canoes, and Chevet
will be useful with those OF duty"
The man ate as though nearly fam
ished, his ready tongue unusually 81
lent, and at the conclusion of the meal,
appeared 90 fatigued that l made early
excuse to withdraw 20 he might rest
In comfort climbing the ladder in one
corner to my own bed beneath the
caves. This apartment, whose only
advantage was privacy, was no more
than 4 narrow space between the slop-
ing rafters Of the roof, unfinished.
but with q small window In the end.
closed BY q wooden shutter. A parh-
ton Of axe-hewn planks divided this
attic into two compartments, thus COM
posing the priests sleeping chambers.
While I was there they both occupied
the one to the south, Cassion. Cheyet
and Pere Allouez resting In the main
room below.
Az I lowered the trap In the floor,
shutting out the murmur OF voices, I
was conscious Of no desire to sleep,
my mind buslly occupied with posi-
biNties Of the morrow. l opened the
window and seated myself on the
door gazing out at the night. Below
extended the priests garden, and be-
You'd the dark gloom Of forest depths.
The way OF egress was easy-a mere
step to the nat roof OF the kitchen,
the dovetailed logs Of which afforded
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