Here we stopped once more, built our village, erecting about it a great wall of earth such as our fathers did in those days when we were strong and mighty.

We dwelt there in peace for three seasons of sun and cold, having little trouble with those tribes that roamed about us, until one day there came into our new village another _Francais_, a black-robe.

How he got there I know not, but we laid hands upon him,--remembering the past,--bound him before our altar-house, and made of him a sacrifice unto our god, the Sun.

Yet it was not well.

Even that very night, while we worshipped before the fire which had consumed him, there came upon us many _Francais_ out from the dark woods, with fire-sticks and sharp knives, so that only few of our people escaped, and got away to the north.