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Before embarking, he set out with the Jesuit Poncet, who was also destined for Canada, on a pilgrimage from Rome to the shrine of Our Lady of Loretto. They journeyed on foot, begging alms by the way. Chaumonot was soon seized with a pain in the knee, so violent that it seemed impossible to proceed.
Father Vimont, a Jesuit, took passage in this ship; Fathers Poncet and Chaumonot each in one of the others, thus the better to ensure spiritual aid for the whole crew.
"No!" sang out Brother Jacques's barytone; and there was a joyous note in it. "Two daughters of Onontio are captives with me." Two daughters of Onontio; two women from the Château St. Louis! A rare wine seemed to infuse the Chevalier's blood. He forgot many things in that moment. "Women?" murmured Father Chaumonot, in perplexity. "Oh, this is fortunate and yet unfortunate!
But, word of honor, I do not understand . . ." "It is not necessary that you should. The question is, is my past record as a soldier sufficient?" "Your courage is well known, Monsieur." "That is all. Good night, Major. I shall sign your papers at nine to-morrow." Du Puys returned to his party. They asked questions mutely. "Father," he said to Chaumonot, "here is a coil.
"Monsieur," said Chaumonot, passing over the marquis's questionable irony, "will you permit me to tell you a short story before approaching the subject of my visit?" "Rabelaisian?" maliciously. "No; not a monstrous story, but one relative to an act of kindness which took place many years ago." "Well, if I am not interested I shall interrupt you," said the marquis.
"Devil take me!" cried the marquis; "but it seems that he talks very good French!" "It took some labor," replied Chaumonot; "but he was quick to learn, and he is of great assistance to me." "Is he a Catholic?" curiously. "Aye, and proud to be." The marquis signified his astonishment by wagging his head. "I should like to see this Indian at mass; it must be very droll."
Save for Le Moyne, Chaumonot, and Dablon, these colonists were the first whites to ascend the St Lawrence between Montreal and Lake Ontario; the first to toil up against the current of those swift waters and to portage past the turbulent rapids; the first to view the varied beauty of the lordly river, its broad stretches of sparkling blue waters, its fairyland mazes of islands, and its great forests rising everywhere from the shore to the horizon.
But perhaps they will stay at the episcopal palace, that is, if the host from Dieppe arrives to-night. And who taught him French?" "Father Chaumonot, who knows his Indian as a Turk knows his Koran." "And does his Majesty intend to make Frenchmen of these savages?" "They are already Frenchmen," was the answer. "There remains only to teach them how to speak and pray like Frenchmen."
"Ah!" murmured the vicomte, "the little Jesuit has learned the trick, too, it would seem. He is reading my face. I must know more of this handsome fellow whose blood is red and healthy. He comes from no such humble origin as Father Chaumonot. Bah! and look at those nuns: they are animated coffins, holding only dead remembrances and dried, perfumeless flowers."
Relation, 1657, 16. In the same year, Chaumonot, addressing a council of the Iroquois during a period of truce, said, "Keep your beaver-skins, if you choose, for the Dutch. Even such of them as may fall into our possession will be employed for your service." Ibid., 17.
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