Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 1, 2025
The game they took was devoted to Areskoui, their god, and eaten in his honor. Jogues would not taste the meat offered to a demon; and thus he starved in the midst of plenty. At night, when the kettle was slung, and the savage crew made merry around their fire, he crouched in a corner of the hut, gnawed by hunger, and pierced to the bone with cold.
At the first mention of the subject to Jogues he shrank from returning to the scene of so much suffering. But the habit of implicit obedience triumphed, and he quickly announced his willingness to do the will of his superiors, which to him was the will of God. "I shall go, but I shall never return," he wrote to a friend.
Again the fireflies light the meadow altar of Maisonneuve at Montreal on its birth- night. Again the gray gowns and the black, Le Caron, Brebeuf, Jogues, and Gamier, enter upon their glorious toils, their bare and sandalled feet, accustomed to the smooth walks of the convents of Brouage and Rheims and Paris, begin to climb the rough paths to the west, ad majorem Dei gloriam.
Father Jogues turned away praying with tremulous lips. The Capuchin strode toward the hall. But Van Corlaer and Lady Dorinda and Antonia held with the strength of all three that broken-hearted woman who struggled like a giantess with her arms stretched toward the scaffold. "I will save them I will save them! My brave Edelwald all my brave soldiers shall not die! Where are my soldiers, Antonia?
"Our dominie is well, and sent by my hand his hearty greeting to that very learned scholar Father Jogues. We heard you had come back from France." Van Corlaer dropped one hand on the donné's shoulder and leaned down to examine his smiling face. "It is my brother Lalande, the donné of this present mission," said the priest.
"I see we shall have to wait for them at Penobscot," said Father Jogues. "Take a heretic's advice instead. For I speak not as the enemy of your religion when I urge you to journey with me back to Montreal. You can make another and better start to establish this mission." The priest shook his head. "I do not see my way. But my way will be shown to me, or word will come sending me back."
Our guides deserted us, and we have wandered off our course and been obliged to throw away nearly all the furniture of our mission. But we now hope to make our way along the coast." "Father Jogues, the Abenakis are all gone northward. We passed through their towns on the Penobscot." "But they will come back?" "Some time, though no man at Penobscot would be able to say when."
Jogues left Three Rivers about the middle of May, with the Sieur Bourdon, engineer to the Governor, two Algonquins with gifts to confirm the peace, and four Mohawks as guides and escort. He passed the Richelieu and Lake Champlain, well-remembered scenes of former miseries, and reached the foot of Lake George on the eve of Corpus Christi. Thence he called the lake Lac St.
Every time one of them opened the door, the world of darkness peered in, and over the night quiet of the fort could be heard the tidal up-rush of the river. "The men can now bring our ship to anchor," observed Marie. Father Jogues and his donné, eating with the habitual self-denial of men who must inure themselves to hunger, still spoke with Van Corlaer about their mission.
They stripped Jogues and his comrade of their clothing, beat them, and repeated the tortures which Jogues had suffered four years before. The innocent cause of this outbreak of Mohawk fury was the box which Jogues had left behind him.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking