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"This Indian is accompanied by Fathers Chaumonot and Jacques. It is not impossible that they have relieved La Chaudière Noire of his tomahawk and scalping-knife. And besides, this is France; even a Turk is harmless here. Monsieur the Black Kettle speaks French and is a devout Catholic." "A Catholic?" incredulously.
God will not permit you to die, Monsieur, before I reach your bedside." The young Jesuit stood at full height, his eyes brilliant, his nostrils expanded, his whole attitude one of religious fervor . . . so Chaumonot and the marquis thought. At this moment the Chevalier and his company of friends arrived; and they created some noise in making their entrance.
"That I do not know; no one knows; not even Father Chaumonot, who is his sponsor. The good Father picked him up somewhere in Italy and placed him in a convent." "Monsieur le Comte, then, is at Three Rivers?" "Yes; and to-morrow we shall set out for him; though he may return at any hour." "I thank your Excellency. The Henri IV sails by next week, so I understand.
In the following year , when Brebeuf and Chaumonot went among the Neutrals, they found Huron emissaries there inciting the Neutrals to kill the priests. These Hurons, while themselves fearing to murder the powerful okies of the French, as they regarded the black-robes, desired that the Neutrals should put them to death. But no such tragedy found place as yet.
Here was Bressani, scarred with firebrand and knife; Chabanel, once a professor of rhetoric in France, now a missionary, bound by a self-imposed vow to a life from which his nature recoiled; the fanatical Chaumonot, whose character savored of his peasant birth, for the grossest fungus of superstition that ever grew under the shadow of Rome was not too much for his omnivorous credulity, and miracles and mysteries were his daily food; yet, such as his faith was, he was ready to die for it.
The firelight illumined their sadly arrayed figures and played over their worn and weary faces. Father Chaumonot extended his hands toward them reassuringly; and they followed his every gesture with questioning eyes. Corn Planter, the Seneca chief, began to harangue. Since when had the Onondaga brother taken it upon himself to meddle with the affairs of the Senecas?
Ragueneau, Relation des Hurons, 1649, 5. "Le P. Chaumonot vit au milieu de l'assemblee le P. Daniel qui aidait les Peres de ses conseils, et les remplissait d'une force surnaturelle; son visage etait plein de majeste et d'eclat."
Darkness, the forest, and the mountain favored them; and, eluding their pursuers, they escaped. Thus began the mission of the Tobacco Nation. In the following November, a yet more distant and perilous mission was begun. Brebeuf and Chaumonot set out for the Neutral Nation. They carried to a preposterous excess the Indian notion, that insanity is endowed with a mysterious and superhuman power.
And then the manuscript of the poet was put aside. "Why?" asked Chaumonot one night. He had been greatly interested in the poet's work. Victor flushed guiltily. "Perhaps it may be of no value. There are but half a dozen thoughts worth remembering." "And who may say that immortality does not dwell in these thoughts?" said the priest.
"All men fight when need says must. I never fought without cause, just or unjust. And the Rochellais have added a piquant postscript that for every soul I have despatched . . ." "You speak of soul, Monsieur?" interrupted Chaumonot. "A slip of the tongue. What I meant to say was, that for every life I've sent out of the world, I've brought another into it," with a laugh truly Rabelaisian.
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