is eye was a flame proceeding from some
pieces of a resinous wood, which were supported by a sort of iron
trestle standing on a rude table in the centre, and sending up spirals
of smoke to escape by an aperture above. By means of the light which
this cast, he was enabled to take a view of the apartment.

It was of an oblong shape, some forty feet long by twenty wide, and
coming to a line at the top, and at first seemed destitute of
furniture and of occupants. As the Knight stood hesitating, a voice
from the remotest part of the wigwam addressed him.

"Welcome!" it said, in French, "true son of the Church! valiant
soldier of the Cross! servant of Heaven! My soul hath been in travail
to see thee; and now, _laus Deo_, its desire is gratified."

The Knight advanced in the direction whence the voice proceeded, and
when he had passed on so far that his back was to the light, could see
the speaker. He was one who, whatever were the mistakes of his creed,
seems to have been animated by a purpose lofty to himself, and an
ardent faith in its truth, and, therefore, honor be to his memory, as
well as to all other brave spirits, who, like him, (though erring,)
forget themselves for others. But he is worthy of description.

He was a man of about sixty years of age, somewhat under the middle
size, but strongly made, and evidently capable of enduring great
fatigue. His eyes were black and piercing, his complexion so dark as
to be almost olive, and his features regular, the mouth being small
and sharply chiseled and compressed. Thick, long, white hair covered
his whole head, with the exception of a small round spot on the crown
which was bare, revealing the mark of the priest, and fell upon his
shoulders. He was habited in a long, closely-fitting robe of some
coarse material, which had once been black, but was now faded and
tarnished by time and exposure, and a hempen rope to keep it in place
was girded about his loins. Such, as we have described him, was the
famous Father Le Vieux, one of the most active and devoted among the
French Jesuits in America.

Father Le Vieux had risen from his seat, and was advancing toward his
visiter, when the latter first beheld him. As the two men drew nigh,
the Knight sunk on his knees at the feet of the priest.

"_Salve fili mi!_" said the father, laying his hands on the head of
the kneeling Sir Christopher. "_Beatus qui venit in nomine Domini_.
Arise, my son!" he continued, in French, taking the