Our country in story . obe forever playing catch with eachother through the Straits of the northern peninsula was locatedmany years ago the early Jesuit mis-sion of St. Ignace, The day on which our story beginswas the feast of the Immaculate Con-ception. The little bell of St. Ignace had ceased the open door of the mission church came thesounds of music and prayer. The altar was a blaze oflight. Before it knelt, with eyes raised to the SacredHost, a Jesuit missionary. About him were gatheredIndians of the Huron and Ottawa tribes and also a littlegroup of French traders
Our country in story . obe forever playing catch with eachother through the Straits of the northern peninsula was locatedmany years ago the early Jesuit mis-sion of St. Ignace, The day on which our story beginswas the feast of the Immaculate Con-ception. The little bell of St. Ignace had ceased the open door of the mission church came thesounds of music and prayer. The altar was a blaze oflight. Before it knelt, with eyes raised to the SacredHost, a Jesuit missionary. About him were gatheredIndians of the Huron and Ottawa tribes and also a littlegroup of French traders and hunters. The rudely-built mission churches of those early dayswere often furnished by the kings and nobles of Europe,who wished to awaken within the natives love and respectfor the sacred services. Thus it was with St. cope which the missionary wore on this occasion hadbeen given by the King of France. The finest of linenscovered the altar. The monstrance was set with precious 73 74 OUR COUNTRY IN STORY. stones and the canopy above it was of purest gold. Butthe greatest surprise was the large organ which filledthe chapel with sweet music. To its notes the Indians,on this particular evening, sang in their own wild waythe Litany of the Blessed Virgin. Among the pious gathering at this Benediction servicewere two of the heroes of this story—the missionary atthe altar. Father Marquette, and a famous French furtrader named Joliet. The former wasabout thirty-six years old. The latterwas some years younger and was de-votedly attached to the zealous youngJesuit. The missionary seemed veryhappy about something. His wan facewas lit up with more than earthly joy. How happy Father Marquette seemsthis evening, said a Frenchman namedPierre to Joliet as they sat down to chatafter having left the httle mission church. Did youbring him such good news from Quebec ? Why, the noblepriest seemed more in heaven than on earth when hewalked down the beach in the midst of his noisy fl
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