"And carry 23 canoes and food and travelling equipment for 270 people."
"It's no wonder they are languid," laughed Mrs. Morton as a disembarking youth moved so slowly as nearly to overset his craft.
"Celoron has the French banner like La Salle," cried Ethel Blue.
"He, too, is taking possession of the country for the king. See, the priest is taking the latitude and longitude of the new land."
"What are they doing now? Roger is digging a hole."
"Celoron buried lead plates in various places along his route. The purpose of his expedition was inscribed on them. Probably Roger is preparing to bury one of them here."
This proved to be the case. When the hole was ready the plate was placed in it with due ceremony and then Celoron made a formal announcement of the claim of the King of France, and this section of the pageant was ended.
"Oh, I'd like to see it all again," sighed Ethel Blue, looking about for Ethel Brown as the party moved with the crowd up the hill to the Amphitheatre.
Helen sat and looked and laughed and wept a tear or two as the story of "The Little Father of the Wilderness" came to its pathetic, triumphant end. Yet through it all her heart was light because the days of the pageant with all their hurry and labor had brought her a glimpse of the future, a glimpse of a work that might be hers when she was free to choose—a glimpse of a work that would help others as well as herself and that would mean a career and yet the life of home.