At heart he was a soldier, a loyalist, a gentleman of France.

Perhaps there came to him then the dreams of his youth, before a thing happened which made him at last a servant of the Church after he had been a soldier of the king.
Presently the song of the voyageurs grew less, the refrain softened and passed down the long line, and, as it were, from out of far mists came the muffled challenge: "Qui vive! Qui vive! in the dawn." Then a silence fell once more.

But presently from out of the mists there came, as it were, the echo of their challenge: "Qui vive! Qui vive! in the dawn." The paddles stilled in the water and a thrill ran through the line of voyageurs--even Iberville and his friends were touched by it.
Then there suddenly emerged from the haze on their left, ahead of them, a long canoe with tall figures in bow and stern, using paddles.

They wore long cloaks, and feathers waved from their heads.

In the centre of the canoe was what seemed a body under a pall, at its head and feet small censers.