journey from Grenoble had to be made on foot. For two years he carried
on the work unaided, holding his services in such rude quarters as he
was able to secure. The village is now, after an interval of seven years
since the missionary's first visit, adorned with a pretty chapel and
school-house and provided with a resident minister.

In talking with the people we found abundant proof that their Protestant
faith is both intelligent and practical. Such of them as were not busy
in the fields surrounded their old pastor with greetings that touchingly
expressed their affection and gratitude, and we, as his friends, had a
share in the demonstration. One stalwart, clear-eyed old woman obliged
us to sit down in front of her chalet, cheerfully explaining that she
had just been burned out, and that the shed in which she had found a
shelter was not fit for us to enter. She would take no refusal of her
offer to fetch us grapes, and ran all the way to and from her vineyard
on the opposite hillside, returning in an incredibly short time,
scarcely out of breath, and carrying a basket heavy with great white
and purple clusters. As she stood watching with delight our appreciation
of her produce--the only sweet and luscious grapes, by the way, that we
found throughout the autumn in that land of vines--she talked frankly of
her religious vicissitudes, summing up as follows: "The priests used to
say to me that I had turned Protestant because that is an easier
religion than the Roman Catholic. But I have not found it so at all. _Il
est beaucoup plus facile de me confesser que de me corriger._" Presently
another woman came up the hill, bending painfully under the weight of
two water-pails hanging from the ends of a yoke that rested on her
shoulders. "Ah," said our hostess, "if they would but let us build the
aqueduct, we should not have that ugly work to do." And then we learned
that among the small minority of Roman Catholics left in the village, to
care for whom, as soon as it was found a wolf had entered the fold, a