If aught were to go amiss with Father Lamberville or with me, and we do not live very long on the Iroquois mission, it would be well that some one else should profit from my work." "I will tell my friend to-night.

But what are these great pictures, father, and why do you bear them through the wood ?" He turned them over as he spoke, and the whole party gathered round them, staring in amazement.
They were very rough daubs, crudely coloured and gaudy.

In the first, a red man was reposing serenely upon what appeared to be a range of mountains, with a musical instrument in his hand, a crown upon his head, and a smile upon his face.

In the second, a similar man was screaming at the pitch of his lungs, while half-a-dozen black creatures were battering him with poles and prodding him with lances.
"It is a damned soul and a saved soul," said Father Ignatius Morat, looking at his pictures with some satisfaction.

"These are clouds upon which the blessed spirit reclines, basking in all the joys of paradise.
It is well done this picture, but it has had no good effect, because there are no beaver in it, and they have not painted in a tobacco-pipe.
You see they have little reason, these poor folk, and so we have to teach them as best we can through their eyes and their foolish senses.
This other is better.