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In 1676 "The King granted Medard Chouart, Sieur des Grozelliers, and Pierre Esprit, Sieur des Radision, the privilege of establishing fisheries for white porpoises and seal in the river St. The expectation of that ship made us loose our 2nd voyage, which did very much discourage the merchants with whom wee had to doe.
But the Sieur d'Arnaye only laughed. "I cannot give my parole," he said, "since I mean to escape for all your brother's care." Then he fell to pacing up and down before her. "Now, by Monseigneur Saint Medard and the Eagle that sheltered him!" he cried, in half-humorous self-mockery; "however thickly troubles rain upon me, I think that I shall never give up hoping!"
I have throughout referred to Médard Chouart, Sieur des Groseillers, as simply "Groseillers," because that is the name referring to him most commonly used in the State Papers and old histories. He was from Charly-Saint-Cyr, near Meaux, and is supposed to have been born about 1621. His first wife was Helen Martin, daughter of Abraham Martin, who gave his name to the Plains of Abraham.
"You have the abbey of Cluny, which is rich?" "I have." "That of St. Medard at Soissons, with a revenue of one hundred thousand livres?" "I cannot deny it." "That of St. Victor, at Marseilles, one of the best in the south?" "Yes father." "A good million a year. With the emoluments of the cardinalship and the ministry, I say too little when I say two millions a year." "Eh!"
But there lay all the question. The cures being admitted, the rest followed as a matter of course. However incredible these cures might be, they must be admitted, they said, when numerous witnesses certified their truth. Was it owing to chance that attestations were wanting for the miracles at the Cemetery of St. Médard?
"You have the abbey of Cluny, which is rich?" "I have." "That of St. Medard at Soissons, with a revenue of one hundred thousand livres?" "I cannot deny it." "That of St. Victor, at Marseilles, one of the best in the south?" "Yes, father." "A good million a year. With the emoluments of the cardinalship and the ministry, I say too little when I say two millions a year." "Eh!"
He dipped his finger in the holy water, crossed himself, made a brief reverence before the grand altar, and went towards his confessional. At least he had not come for nothing. A penitent was waiting. A male penitent! a rare and exceptional thing at Saint Médard.
Jurgen had not forgotten this Wednesday, this ancient Wednesday upon which Messire de Montors had brought the Confraternity of St. Medard from Brunbelois, to enact a masque of The Birth of Hercules, as the vagabonds were now doing, to hilarious applause.
Probably he and his brother-in-law, Médard Chouart, who styled himself the Sieur des Groseillers, in the course of their long trading journeys among the Indians, in 1658 reached the Mississippi. One important discovery they unquestionably made a few years later.
On the other hand, the apostle of the new doctrine was perhaps good enough for the preachers of the old. Two years before this, the priest of the church of Saint Médard had thought it worth while to turn spy and informer. This is the report which the base creature sent to the lieutenant of police :
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