“No, sir; I never did see such a queer machine afore.”
“It is a tin canoe, with which I hope to pass through many miles of country this spring, on my way to visit a tribe of Northern Indians, and it was about this very thing that I wanted to see you, my friend.”
Jacques made no reply, but cast a look savouring very slightly of contempt on the unfinished canoe as they turned and went away.
The pastor’s dwelling stood at one end of the village, a view of which it commanded from the back windows, while those in front overlooked the lake. It was pleasantly situated and pleasantly tenanted, for the pastor’s wife was a cheerful, active little lady, like-minded with himself, and delighted to receive and entertain strangers. To her care Mr. Conway consigned the young men, after spending a short time in conversation with them; and then, requesting his wife to show them through the village, he took Jacques by the arm and sauntered out.
“Come with me, Jacques,” he began; “I have somewhat to say to you. I had not time to broach the subject when I met you at the Company’s fort, and have been anxious to see you ever since. You tell me that you have met with my friend Redfeather.”
“Yes, sir; I spent a week or two with him last fall I found him stayin’ with his tribe, and we started to come down here together.”
“Ah, that is the very point,” exclaimed the pastor, “that I wish to inquire about. I firmly believe that God has opened that Indian’s eyes to see the truth; and I fully expected from what he said when we last met, that he would have made up his mind to come and stay here.”
“As to what the Almighty has done to him,” said Jacques, in a reverential tone of voice, “I don’t pretend to know; he did for sartin speak, and act too, in a way that I never seed an Injin do before. But about his comin’ here, sir, you were quite right: he did mean to come, and I’ve no doubt will come yet.”
“What prevented him coming with you, as you tell me he intended?” inquired the pastor.
“Well, you see, sir, he and I and his squaw, as I said, set off to come here together: but when we got the length o’ Edmonton House, we heerd that you were comin’ up to pay a visit to the tribe to which Redfeather belongs; and so seem’ that it was o’ no use to come down hereaway just to turn about an’ go up agin, he stopped there to wait for you, for he knew you would want him to interpret—”