My father was wounded, and then the priest frightened them, and they gathered their dead together and buried them.

We lived in a fort for a long time, and my mother died there.

She was a good woman, and she loved my father.

I have seen her on her knees for hours praying when he was away .-- I have her rosary now.

They called her Ste.Heloise.Afterwards I was always with my father.