Cheyenne record., 1916-12-14

nor did again obtain glimpse of
D'Arttgny for many days.
would not say that Cassion pur-
posely kept us apart, for the arrange
ment might have been the same had
not been Of the party, yet the only
between the two divi-
sions occurred when some messenger
brought back warning Of dangerous
water ahead. Usually this messenger
was an Indian, but once D'Artigny
himself came and guided our canoes
through a torrent Of white, raging wa
ter, amid maze Of murderous rocks.
During these days and weeks Cassion
treated me with consideration and out
ward respect. Not that he failed to
talk freely, and to boast of his ex-
ploits and adventures, yet he refrained
from laying hand on me, nor did he
once refer to the incident Of the bluff.
Nor was the journey lacking in tn--
terest or adventure. Never shall ]
forget the charm Of those days and
nights, amid which we made slow and
toilsome passage through the desolate
wilderness, ever gaining new leagues
to the westward. Only twice in weeks
did we encounter human beings-once
q camp of Indians on the shore Of a
lake, and once Capuchin monk, alone
but for a single voyageur as COM
panion, passed us upon the river. And
when, at last, we made the long por-
tage, tramping through the dark for
est aisles, bearing on our shoulders
heavy loads, scarcely able to see the
sun even at midday through the leafy
screen of leaves, and came forth at
twilight on the shores Of the mighty
lake, no words can express the rap,
lures with which stood and gazed
across that expanse Of heaving, rest
less water. The men launched their
canoes upon the surface and made
camp in the edge of the forest, but
I could not move, could not restrain
my eyes, until darkness descended and
left all before me a void. !
1t was scarcely more than daybreak
when we broke camp and headed our
canoes out into the lake. With the
dawn, and the CLINT Of sunlight over
the waters, much of my dread depart
ed, and I could appreciate the wild
song Of delight with which our Indian
paddlers bent to their work. The
sharp-prowed canoes swept through
the waters swiftly, no longer battling
against a current, and the shore line
ever in view was fascinating in its
green foliage. We kept close to the
northern shore, and soon found pas
sage amid numerous islands, forest
covered, but with high, rocky outlines.
For four days we coasted thus, never
out Of sight Of shore, and usually with
Of water. In all that time we had no
sign of man-not even a wisp OF
smoke, nor heard the crack of distant
rife. About US extended loneliness
and desolation, great waters never
still, vast forests grim and somber,
tall, menacing rocks, bright-colored in
the sun.
As last we left the chain Of islands
behind, and one morning struck out
from the shore into the waste Of wa
ters, the prows Of the canoes turned
westward, the steersman guiding our
course by the sun. For several hours
we were beyond view of land, with
naught to rest the eye upon save the
gray sea, and then, when it was nearly
night, we reached the shore and
beached our canoes at st. Ignace.
So much had been said of st. Ignace,
and so long had the name been IA
miliar throughout New France. that
my first view of the place brought
me bitter disappointment.
The miserable little village was upon
a point Of land, originally covered with
heavy growth of forest. A bit Of this
had been rudely cut, the rotting
stumps still standing. and from the
timber a dozen rough log houses had
been constructed facing the lake. A
few rods back. on slightly higher land,
was a log chapel and house, some
what more pretentious than the others,
in which the priests lodged. The whole
aspect Of the place was peculiarly
desolate and depressing. facing that
vast waste of water, the black forest
shadows behind, and those rotting
stumps in the foreground.
Nor was our welcome one to make
the heart rejoice. Scarce a dozen per-
sons gathered at the beach to aid us
in making landing, rough engages
mostly, and not among them all face
familiar. It was only later. when
two priests from the mission came
hurrying forward. that we were greet
ed by cordial speech. These invited
few of us to become guests at the
mission house, and assigned the re-
Of our party to vacant huts.
Cassion, Chevet and Pere Alloues
me as I walked beside
young priest up the beaten path, but
D'Artigny was left behind with the
men. overheard Cassion order him
to remain, but he added some word
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