The Lady of Fort St. John by Mary Hartwell Catherwood
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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. "My young monsieur," said Van Corlaer, "keep Father Jogues out of the Mohawks' mouths henceforth. They have really no stomach for religion, though they will eat saints. It often puzzles a Dutchman to handle that Iroquois nation." "Our lives are not our own," said the young Frenchman. "We must bear the truth whether it be received or not," said Father Jogues. "Whatever errand brought you into Acadia," said Van Corlaer, turning back to the priest, "I am glad to find you here, for I shall now have your company back to Montreal." "Impossible, Monsieur Corlaer. For I have set out to plant a mission among the Abenakis. They asked for a missionary. 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." |
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