The adventures of the Chevalier de La Salle and his companions, in their explorations of the prairies, forests, lakes, and rivers, of the New world, and their interviews with the savage tribes, two hundred years ago

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Preface

There is no one of the Pioneers of this continent whose achievements equal those of the ChevaHer Robert de la Salle. He passed over thousands of miles of lakes and rivers in the birch canoe. He traversed countless leagues of prairie and forest, on foot, guided by the moccasined Indian, threading trails which the white man's foot had never trod, and penetrating the villages and the wigwams of savages, where the white man's face had never been seen.

Fear was an emotion La Salle never experienced. His adventures were more wild and wondrous than almost any recorded in the tales of chivalry. As time is rapidly obliterating from our land the footprints of the savage, it is important that these records of his strange existence should be perpetuated.

6 PREFACE.

Fortunately we have full and accurate accounts of these explorations, in the journals of Messrs. Marquette, Hennepin, and Joliet. We have still more minute narratives, in Etablissement de la Foix, par le P. Chretien Le Clercq, Paris 1691 ; Dernier cs DecoHvertes, par le Chevalier de Tonti, Paris 1697. jfournal Historiqne, par M. Joutel, Paris 171 3.

For the incidents in the last fatal expedition, to establish a colony at the mouth of the Mississippi, and the wonderful land tour of more than two thousand miles from the sea-coast of Texas to Quebec, through the territories of hundreds of tribes, we have the narratives of Father Christian Le Clercq, the narrative of Father Anastasias Douay, and the minute and admirably written almost daily journal of Monsieur Joutel, in his Dernier Voyage. Both Douay and Joutel accompanied this expedition from its commencement to its close.

In these adventures the reader will find a more vivid description of the condition of this continent, and the character of its inhabitants two hundred years ago, than can be found anywhere else. Sir Walter Scott once remarked, that no one could take more pleasure in reading his romances, than he had

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taken in writing them. In this volume we have the romance of truth.

If the writer can judge of the pleasure of the reader, from the intense interest he has experienced in following these adventurers through their perilous achievements, this narrative will prove to be one of extraordinary interest.

John. S. C. Abbott.

Fair Haven, Connecticut.

CHAPTER I. The Efiterprise of yames Marquette

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The Discovery of America. — Explorations of the French in Canada. — Ancestry of James Marquette. — His noble Character. — Mission to Canada. — Adventures with the Indians. — Wild Character of the Region and the Tribes. — Voyage to Lake Superior with the Nez-Perces. — Mission at Green Bay. — Search for the Mississippi. — The Outfit. — The Voyage through Green Bay. — Fox River and the Illinois. — Enters the Mississippi, — Scenes Sublime and Beautiful. — Adventures in an Indian Village 15

CHAPTER H.

The First Exploration of the Mississippi River.

River Scenery, — The Missouri. — Its Distant Banks, — The Mosquito Pest. — Meeting the Indians. — Influence of the Calumet. — The Arkansas River. — A Friendly Greeting. — Scenes in the Village. — Civilization of the Southern Tribes. — Domestic Habits. — Fear of the Spaniards. — The Return Voyage. . 4I

CHAPTER HI.

Marquette's Last Voyage, and Death.

The Departure from Green Bay. — Navigating the Lake in a Canoe. — Storms of rain and snow. — Night Encampments. — lO CONTENTS.

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Ascending the Chicago River. — A Winter with the Savages. — Journey to the Kankakee. — The Great Council on the Prairie. — Interesting Incidents. — The Escort of Savages. — The Death Scene. — Sublime Funeral Solemnities. . . 6i

CHAPTER IV.

Life upon the St. Lawrence and the Lakes Two ILundred Years Ago.

Birth of La Salle. — His Parentage and Education. — Emigrates to America. — Enterprising Spirit. — Grandeur of his Conceptions, — Visits the Court of France. — Preparations for an Exploring Voyage. — Adventures of the River and Lake. — Awful Scene of Indian Torture. — Traffic with the Indians. — The vShip-yard at Lake Erie. ...... 8l

CHAPTER V.

The Voyage Along the Lakes.

The Embarcation. — Equipment of the Griffin. — Voyage through the Lakes and Straits. — The Storm. — Superstition of the Voyagers. — Arrival at Mackinac. — Scenery there. — Friendship of the Indians. — Sail on Lakes Huron and Michigan. — Arrival at Green Bay. — The well-freighted Griffin sent back. 104

CHAPTER VL

The Expedition of Father JLennepin.

Seeking a Northwest Passage. — The Voyage Commenced. — The Alarm. — Delightful Scenery. — The Indian Village. — Entrance to the Mississippi. — Appearance of the Country. — The Midnight Storm. — Silence and Solitude. — A Fleet of Canoes. — Captured by the Savages. — Merciful Captivity. — Alarming Debate. — Condition of the Captives. . . . 128

CHAPTER VII.

Life with the Savages.

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Ascending the River with the Savages. — Religious Worship. — Abundance of Game. — Hardihood of the Savages. — The War-Whoop. — Savage Revelry. — The Falls of St. Anthony. — Wild Country Beyond, — Sufferings of the Captives. — Capricious Treatment. — Triumphal Entrance. — The Adoption. — Habits of the Savages 145

CHAPTER VIII.

Escape from the Savages.

Preaching to the Indians. — Studying the Language. — The Council. — Speech of Ou-si-cou-de. — The Baptism. — The Night Encampment. — Picturesque Scene. — Excursion on the St. Francis. — Wonderful River Voyage. — Incidents by the Way. — Characteristics of the Indians. — Great Peril. — Strange Encounter with the Indian Chief. — Hardships of the Voyage. — Vicissitudes of the Hunter's Life. — Anecdote. — The Return Voyage 163

CHAPTER IX.

The Abandonment of Fort Crevecocur.

Departure of La Salle. — Fathers Membre and Gabriel, — Their Missionary Labors. — Character of the Savages. — The Iroquois on the War Path, — Peril of the Garrison. — Heroism of Tonti and Membre. — Infamous Conduct of the Young Savages. — Flight of the Illinois. — Fort Abandoned, — Death of Father Gabriel. — Sufferings of the Journey to Mackinac. . , 188

CHAPTER 'X.

Disasters. — Energy of La Salle. — The Embarcation. — Navigating the Lakes. — Sunshine and Storm, Beauty and Desolation.-—

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Ruins at Crevecoeur. — Steps Retraced. — Christian Character of La Salle.— Arrival at Mackinac. — The Enterprise Renewed. — Travelling on the Ice. — Descent of the Illinois River. — Entering the Mississippi. — Voyage of the Canoes. — Adventures with the Indians 210

CHAPTER XI.

The Great Enterprise Accomplished.

Scenes in the Arkansas Villages. — Indian Hospitality. — Barbarian Splendor. — Attractive Scenery. — The Alarm. — Its Joyful Issue. — Genial Character of La Salle; — Erecting the Cross. — Pleasant Visit to the Koroas. — The Two Channels. — Perilous Attack. — Humanity of La Salle. — The Sea Reached. — Ceremonies of Annexation. .... 232

CHAPTER XH.

The Return Voyage.

The Numerous Alligators. — Destitution of Provisions. — Encountering Hostile Indians. — A Naval Battle. — Visit to the Village. — Treachery of the Savages. — The Attack. — Humane Conduct of La Salle. — Visit to the Friendly Taensas. — Severe Sickness of La Salle. — His Long Detention at Prudhomme. — The Sick Man's Camp. — Lieutenant Tonti sent Forward. — Recovery of La Salle. — His Arrival at Fort Miami. 249

CHAPTER XHI.

Sea Voyage to the Gulf of Mexico.

La Salle returns to Quebec. — Sails for France. — Assailed by Calumny.-^The Naval Expedition. — Its Object. — Its Equipment.— rDisagreement between La Salle and Beaujeu. — The Voyage to the \yest Indies,^ — Adventures in the Caribbean Sea.^TJaey Enter the Gulf. — Storms and Calms. — The Voyagers Lost 268

CHAPTER XIV.

Lost ill the Wilderness.

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Treachery of Beaujeu. — Accumulating Troubles. — Anxieties of La Salle. — March on the Land. — The Encampment. — Wreck of the Aimable. — Misadventure with the Indians. — Commencement of Hostilities. — Desertion of Beaujeu with the Joli. — The Encampment. — The Indians Solicit Friendship. — The Cruel Repulse. — Sickness and Sorrow. — Exploring Expeditions. — The Mississippi sought for in vain. . . 290

CHAPTER XV.

A T?'ip toward Mexico.

Arrangements for the Journey. — The Departure. — Indians on Horseback. — Scenes of Enchantment. — Attractive Character of La Salle. — Visit to the Kironas. — The Bite of the Snake. — Adventures Wild and Perilous. — Hardihood of the Indian Hunter. — The Long Sickness. — A Man Devoured by a Crocodile. — The Return 31 1

CHAPTER XVI.

The Last Days of La Salle.

Plan for the New Journey. — Magnitude of the Enterprise. — Affecting Leave-taking. — The Journey Commenced. — Adventures by the Way. — Friendly Character of the Indians. — Vast Realms of Fertility and Beauty. — The Joys and the Sorrows of such a Pilgrimage. — The Assassination of La Salle and of three of his Companions. ....... 326

CHAPTER XVII.

The Penalty of C?'ime.

Nature's Storms. — The Gloom of the Soul. — Approach to the Cenis Village. — Cordial Welcome. — Barbaric Ceremonials.

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— Social Habits of the Indians. — Meeting with the French Deserters. — Trafific with the Indians. — Quarrel between Hiens and Duhaut. — The Assassins Assassinated. — Departure of the War Party. — Fiend-like Triumph. — The March Resumed. ......... 346

CHAPTER XVIII.

The Close of the Di'ama.

Ludicrous Scene. — Death of M. Marie. — Sympathy of the Savages. — Barbaric Ceremonies. — The Mississippi Reached. — Joyful Interview. — Ascending the River. — Incidents by the Way. — The Beautiful Illinois. — Weary Detention. — The Voyage to Mackinac. — Thence to Quebec. — Departure for France. — Fate of the Colony 366

Adventures of La Salle

AND HIS COMPANIONS.

CHAPTER I.

TJie Enterprise of James Marquette.

The Discovery of America. — Explorations of the French in Canada. — Ancestry of James Marquette. — His noble character. — Mission to Canada. — Ad ventures with the Indians. — Wild Character of the Region and the Tribes. — Voyage to Lake Superior with the Nez-Perces. — Mission at Green Bay. — Search for the Mississippi. — The Outfit. — The Voyage through Green Bay. — Fox River and the Illinois. — Enters the Mississippi. — Scenes Sublime and Beautiful. — Adventures in an Indian Village.

Nearly three hundred and forty years ago, in April 1 541, De Soto, in his adventurous march, discovered the majestic Mississippi, not far from the border of the State of Tennessee. No white man's eye had ever before beheld that flood whose banks are now inhabited by busy millions. The Indians informed him that all the region below consisted of dismal, endless, uninhabitable swamps. De Soto, world-weary and woe-stricken, died upon the banks of the river. In its fathomless depths his body found burial.

These cruel adventurers, insanely impelled in search of mines of gold, founded no settlements, and left behind them no traces of their passage, save that by their cruelties they had excited the implacable ire of the Indian against the white man. A hundred years of earth's many griefs lingered slowly away, while these vast solitudes were peopled only by wandering savage tribes whose record must forever remain unknown.

In the year 1 641, some French envoys, from Canada, seeking to open friendly trade with the Indians for the purchase of furs, penetrated the northwest of our country as far as the Falls of St. Mary, near the outlet of Lake Superior. The most friendly relations existed between these Frenchmen and the Indians, wherever the tribes were encountered. This visit led to no settlement. The adventurous traders purchased many furs, with which they loaded their birch canoes : established friendly relations with these distant Indians, and greatly extended the region from which furs were brought to their trading posts in Canada.

Eighteen more years passed away, over the silent and gloomy wilderness, when in 1659, a little band of these bold and hardy explorers, in their frail canoes, with Indian guides, paddled along the lonely, forest-fringed shores of Lake Ontario, ascended the Niagara River to the Falls, carried their canoes on their shoulders around the rapids, launched them again on Lake Erie, traversed that inland sea over two hundred and fifty miles, entered the magnificent Strait, passed through it to Lake St. Clair, crossed that lake, ascended the St. Clair River to Lake Huron, and traversing its whole length, a distance of three hundred miles, reached the Falls of St. Mary.

Here, at the distance of more than a thousand miles from the least vestiges of civilization, and surrounded by numerous and powerful bands of savages, these hardy men passed an inclement winter. Amidst rocks and gloomy pines they reared their hut. Game was abundant, fuel was at their door, the Indians were hospitable, and they wanted for nothing. One event only darkened these wintry months. The leader of the band became lost in the woods and perished.

In the spring the men returned rejoicingly to Canada, with their canoes laden with the richest furs. They also brought such reports of the docility and amiability of the Indians, as to inspire the Christians in Canada with the intense desire to establish missionary stations among them. Five years passed away, when Father Claude AUouez, with a small band of Christian heroes, penetrated these wilds to proclaim the glad tidings of the Gospel. Two years after, he was followed by Father James Marquette, a noble man, whose name will never die.

As the explorations of Marquette opened the way for the still more wonderful excursions of La Salle, I must here introduce a brief account of his adventures. There is something in blood. The Marquette family had been illustrious in France from time immemorial. Generation after generation, many of its members had obtained renown, not only for chivalric courage, but for every virtue which can adorn humanity. Their ancestral home was a massive feudal castle on an eminence near the stately city of Leon. The armorial bearing of the family commemorates deeds of heroic enterprise five hundred years ago. They were generally earnest Christians.

James Marquette was born at the ancient seat of the family in the year 1637. His mother was a woman of fervent piety and of unusual strength and culture of mind. Her brother, John Baptiste de la Salle, was the founder of a system of Christia-n schools for the gratuitous education of the poor. Thousands were thus instructed long before the present system of public schools was introduced. It was to the instructions of his noble mother that James Marquette was indebted for his elevated Christian character, and for his self-sacrificing devotion to the interests of humanity, which have given his name celebrity through a large portion of the Christian world.

At the age of seventeen this noble young man, resisting all the brilliant allurements the world opened to one of his wealth and rank, consecrated himself to the service of religion by entering the ministry in the Catholic Church, in which he was born and educated, and by whose influences he was exclusively surrounded.

Two years were devoted to intense study. Then, for twelve years, he was employed in teaching and in many laborious and self-denying duties. As was natural, with a young man of his ardent nature and glowing spirit of enterprise, he was very desirous of conveying the glad tidings of the Gospel to those distant nations who had never even heard of the name of Jesus.

Canada and its savage tribes were then attracting much attention in France. Wonderful stories were told of the St. Lawrence River, and of the series of majestic lakes, spreading far away into the unknown interior, and whose shores were crowded with Indian tribes of strange aspect, language, and customs.

In the year 1666, Marquette set sail from France. On the 20th of September, he landed, on the banks of the St. Lawrence, at a little hamlet of French log-cabins and Indian wigwams, called Quebec. He was then but twenty-nine years of age. There was, at that time, another missionary, M. AUouez, on an exploring tour far away upon the majestic lakes of the interior. With adventurous footsteps he was traversing prairie soHtudes and forest glooms, upon which no eye of civilized man had ever yet looked. His birch canoe, paddled by Indian guides, glided over solitary waters hundreds of leagues beyond the remotest frontier stations.

There was quite an important trading-post at the mouth of Saguenay River. This was a remarkable stream, which entered the St. Lawrence about one one hundred and twenty miles below Quebec. It came rushing down, from unknown regions of the north, with very rapid flood, entering the St. Lawrence at a point where that majestic river was eleven miles in width.

Here the French government had established one of the most important commercial and religious stations of that day. At certain seasons of the year it presented an extraordinary wild and picturesque aspect of busy hfe. There were countless Indian tribes, clustered in villages along the banks of the St. Lawrence, the Saguenay, and their tributary streams. In the early summer, the Indians came by hundreds, in fleets of canoes — men, women and children — to this great mart of traffic. They came in their gayest attire, feared their wigwams on the plain, kindled their fires, and engaged in all the barbaric sports of Indian gala days. The scene presented was so full of life and beauty, that the most skilful artist might despair of his ability to transfer it to the canvas.

Father Marquette took his station at this point. Here for twelve years he patiently labored, trying to teach the Indians the way of salvation through faith in Jesus Christ. Full of enthusiasm, and naturally endowed with a very enterprising spirit, his heart glowed with zeal as he listened to the narrative of Father AUouez, of populous tribes, far away on the majestic shores of Huron, Michigan, Superior. These tribes had never heard of the mission of the Son of God, to save a lost world. They had but very faint conceptions of the Heavenly Father. Marquette could not resist the impulse to carry the Gospel to these realms of darkness.

It is difficult for us now to form any adequate conception of the little hamlet, at the mouth of the Saguenay, where Marquette commenced his missionary labors. The log-cabins of the French, their store-house, and, most prominent of all, the cross-surmounted log chapel, were clustered together. At a little distance, on the plain, were hundreds of Indian wigwams. Bark canoes, light as bubbles, were seen gliding over the still waters, which were there expanded into a beautiful bay. The glooms of the gigantic forest, spreading back to unexplored and unimagined depth, added to the sublimity of the scene.

There seemed to be no apprehension of hostility on either side. The intercourse between the two parties of civilized and uncivilized men was truly fraternal. The French conformed, as far as possible, to the modes of life of the Indians. They shared in their games, married the daughters of their chiefs, and in all points endeavored to identify the interests of the natives with their own.

M. Marquette had a remarkable facility in the acquisition of languages. There was a general resemblance in the language of all the tribes on the St. Lawrence. He could very soon speak fluently with all. Taking Indian guides with him, he commenced tours in various directions, paddled by Indians in the birch bark canoe. He visited tribe after tribe, met the chiefs at their council fires, slept in the wigwams, administered medicines to the sick, and, with zeal which no discouragement could chill, endeavored to point the living and the dying to that Saviour who taketh away the sins of the world.

After spending two years in these labors, he obtained an appointment to connect himself with a mission estabhshed nearly a thousand miles west, far away upon the shores of Lake Superior. On the 2 1 St of April, 1668, he left Quebec for Montreal. The distance was one hundred and eighty miles up the river. The voyage was made in a birch canoe, with three boatmen to aid him in paddling it against the stream. They could proceed about thirty miles a day. The voyage occupied about a week. There were Indian villages on the banks where they occasionally slept. At other times they encamped in the forest, the night wind lulling them to sleep, as it sighed through the leafless branches, which the returning sun of spring had scarcely yet caused to bud.

At Montreal there was a little cluster of cabins and wigwams, presenting a very different aspect from the stately city which now adorns that site. After a short tarry there, waiting for a suitable guide, to traverse more than a thousand miles of almost pathless wilderness, a party of Nez-Perce Indians, from Lake Superior, came down the river in their canoes. With them Marquette embarked. It was a wonderful voyage which this gentleman, from the refinement and culture of France, made alone with these savages.

They paddled up the Ottawa River a distance of nearly four hundred miles. Thence through a series of narrow streams and minor lakes, they entered Lake Nipissing. Descending the rapid flood of French River, through cheerless solitudes eighty miles in extent, they entered Georgian Bay. Crossing this vast sheet of water over an expanse of fifty miles, they saw the apparently boundless waves of Lake Huron opening before them. The northern shores of this inland sea they skirted, until they reached the river St. Mary, which connects Lake Superior with Lake Huron. Here two missionary stations were established.

One was near the entrance of the river into Lake Huron, about forty miles below the celebrated Falls of St. Mary. The other was at Green Bay, an immense lake in itself, jutting out from the northwestern extremity of Lake Michigan. Father Marquette reared his log-cabin in the vicinity of a small Indian village, on the main land, just south of the island of Mackinaw. He named the station St. Ignatius. In this vast solitude this heroic man commenced his labors of love. There were about two thousand souls in the tribes immediately around him. With great docility they listened to his teachings, and were eager to be baptized as Christians. But the judicious father was in no haste thus to secure merely their nominal conversion. The dying, upon professions of penitence, he was ever ready to baptize, and to administer to them the sacrament of the Lord's Supper. With the rest he labored to root out all the remnants of their degrading superstitions, and to give them correct ideas of salvation through repentance, amendment, and trust in an atoning Saviour.

Gradually Marquette gathered around him a little band of loving disciples. For three years he labored with them cheerfully, joyously. His gentle and devoted spirit won, not merely the friendship of the Indians, but their ardent affections. He was just as safe among them as the most beloved father surrounded by his children. Three years this good man remained in these lonely wilds, peacefully and successfully teaching these benighted children of the forest. During all this time his mind had been much exercised with the thought of exploring the limitless and unknown regions south and west.

He had heard rumors of the Mississippi, the Father of Waters ; and his devout mind peopled the vast realms through which it flowed with the lost children of God, whom he perhaps might reclaim, through the Gospel of Jesus, who had come from heaven for their redemption. The Governor of Canada was desirous, for more worldly reasons, of exploring these regions, where future empires might be reared.

Even the Indians knew but little respecting this 2 great and distant river. There was much uncertainty whether it ran south, into the Gulf of Mexico, or west, emptying into the Gulf of California, which Spanish explorers had called the Red Sea, in consequence of its resemblance to that Asiatic sheet of water, or whether it turned easterly, entering the Atlantic Ocean somewhere near the Virginia coast.

In the spring of the year 1673, Governor Frontenac sent a French gentleman, M. Joliet, from Quebec, with five boatmen, to Point St. Ignatius, to take Father Marquette on board and set out to find and explore the 'downward course of this much talked of river. M. Joliet was admirably qualified for this responsible enterprise. He was a man of deep religious convictions, had spent several years among the Indians, was a very courteous man in all his intercourse with them, was thoroughly acquainted with their customs, and spoke several of their languages. As to courage, it was said that he absolutely feared nothing. The good father writes, in reference to his own appointment to this expedition :

*' I was the more enraptured at this good news, as I saw my designs on the point of being accomplished, and myself in the happy necessity of exposing my life for the salvation of all these nations. Our joy at being chosen for this enterprise, sweetened the labor of paddling from morning till night.

As we were going to seek unknown countries, we took all possible precautions, that if our enterprise were hazardous, it should not be foolhardy. For this reason we gathered all possible information from the Indians, who had frequented those parts. We even traced a map of all the new country, marking down the rivers on which we were to sail, the names of the nations through which we were to pass, and the course of the great river."

On the 13th of May, 1673, this Httle band, consisting of M. Joliet, Father Marquette, and five boatmen, in two birch canoes, commenced their adventurous voyage. They took with them some Indian corn and jerked meat ; but they were to live mainly upon such food as they could obtain by the way. The immense sheet of water, at the northwestern extremity of Lake Michigan, called Green Bay, is one hundred miles long by twenty or thirty broad. The boatmen paddled their frail canoes along the western border of this lake until they reached its southern extremity, where they found a shallow river, flowing into it from the south, which they called Fox River. They could propel their canoes about thirty miles a day. Each night they selected some propitious spot for their encampment. Upon some dry and grassy mound they could speedily, with their axes, construct a hut which would protect them from the weather.

Carefully smoothing down the floor, they spread over it their ample couch of furs. Fish could be taken in abundaace. The forest was filled with game. An immense fire, blazing before the open side of the hut, gave warmth, and illumined the sublime scene with almost the brilliance of noon-day. There they joyously cooked their suppers, with appetites which rendered the feast more luxurious to them probably than any gourmand at Delmonico's ever enjoyed.

Each night Father Marquette held a religious service, which all reverently attended. Prayers were offered, and their hymns of Christian devotion floated sweetly through those sublime sohtudes. The boatmen were men of a gentle race, who had been taught from infancy to revere the exercises of the church.

They came upon several Indian villages. But the natives were as friendly as brothers. Many of them had visited the station at St. Ignatius, and all of them had heard of Father Marquette and his labors of love. These children of the forest begged their revered friend to desist from his enterprise.

*' There are," they said, ** on the great river, bad Indians who will cut off your heads without any cause. There are fierce warriors who will try to seize you and make you slaves. There are enormous birds there, whose wings darken the air, and who can swallow you all, with your canoes, at a mouthful. And worst of all, there is a malignant demon there who, if you escape all other dangers, will cause the waters to boil and whirl around you and devour you."

To all this, the good Marquette replied, " I thank you, dear friends, for your kind advice, but I cannot follow it. There are souls there, to save whom, the Son of God came to earth and died. Their salvation is at stake. I would joyfully lay down my life ifT could guide them to the Saviour."

They found the navigation of Fox River impeded with many rapids. To surmount these it was necessary often to alight from their canoes, and, wading over the rough and sharp stones, to drag them up against the swift current. They were within the limits of the present State of Wisconsin, and found themselves in a- region of lakes, sluggish streams, and marshes. But there were Indian trails, which had been trodden for uncounted generations, leading west. These they followed, often painfully carrying their canoes and their burdens on their shoulders, for many miles, from water to water, over what the Indians called the Carrying Places.

At length they entered a region of remarkable luxuriance, fertility, and beauty. There were crystal streams and charming lakes. Magnificent forests were interspersed with broad and green prairies. God seemed to have formed, in these remote realms, an Eden of surpassing loveliness for the abode of his children. Three tribes, in perfect harmony, occupied the region — the Miamis, Mascoutins, and Kickapoos. There was a large village with abundant corn-fields around. River and lake, forest and prairie were alike alive with game.

To their surprise they found tha.t the French missionary, Father Allouez, had reached this distant spot, preaching the Gospel, eight years before. The Indians had received him with fraternal kindness. He had left in the centre of the village a cross, the emblem of the crucified Son of God.