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must, then,” they rejoined, “ allow us to sing, and to put up a Tabernacle for consulting the Genii of the air in regard to your ailment." "Not that!" he exclaimed, “ not that!” And, turning  to his mother, he cried: “I do not want to go to Hell; those things are forbidden.” In short, he showed by word and gesture that he abhorred all those superstitions; but, as he was only a child and was losing his strength and vigor, the Jugglers continued their operations. They hung about his neck three little disks, made of porcupine quills and of the size of small counters,— saying that his ailment, hidden in the intestines, was of the same size, and must be made to come out. They carefully inquired of him whether he saw anything in his dreams,- all these Barbarians having great faith in dreams. He replied that he had seen a canoe. Immediately they had a small one made and brought to him, in order to satisfy the genie or  Demon of dreams. Note that all this took place in secret, in the dead of night, for fear lest the Fathers should gain knowledge of it. Finally, as these remedies produced no effect, the Jugglers took their drums, yelled, sang, blew upon the patient, and feasted on a red dog, in order to arrest the course of the malady. But, instead of relief, the poor child's fever redoubled, with such vehemence that he cried out that he was burning, that he already felt the fire of Hell, and that he was being killed. At these cries the worthy physicians withdrew; the mother opened her eyes in alarm, and passed the rest of the night in lamentations and tears, pierced with grief at having reposed any faith in those charlatans and deceivers.
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arrived in the morning to see the patient, this poor woman accosted him, and thus addressed him with tears: “Father, let us go to the Chapel; I wish to be confessed.” Scarcely had she arrived there, when she threw herself on the ground, shedding many tears and exclaiming aloud, her words interrupted by sobs: “I am making my son die. My sins are taking away his life; I am killing him. I am guilty, and he is innocent. I deserve death, and he deserves to live. Would I could die in his stead; for he is good, and I am wicked. I have displeased him who made all things.
What shall I do to conciliate him?” And, turning to the Father, she drew from her bosom a large porcelain collar, and said to him: “That is to appease  him whom I have offended. Offer him this present through the poor. Pray for me, my Father, in order that my sins may not be imputed to my child, and the door of Heaven be closed against him. I was making him a fine beaverskin robe; I will bring it to thee, Father, and thou shalt hang it somewhere inside the Church. It will speak for me, and show to every one my sin and my repentance.
Finally, her poor little Estienne- for that was his name— died a holy death. The poor mother kissed him after his death, and said to him: “Forgive me, my son; it is I who made thee die by my sins. Forgive thy mother; she has perhaps defiled thy poor  soul by permitting those foolish and superstitious rites to be performed over thy little body. I fear that may prevent thy entrance into Paradise." And, wishing to bury him herself, she joined his little hands as if in prayer to God, winding his Rosary about them and placing his little Crucifix Voicy vne grace bien particuliere arriuée, à vne bande de bons Chrestiens, qui voguoient sur le grand fleuue, sur la fin de l'Hyuer. Les glaces les entourans de tous costez, & se jettans les vnes sur les autres: en sorte  qu'ils ne voyoient aucun moyen d'eschapper, attendans à tous momens vn debris, de leur petit vaisseau: le Pere qui les accompagnoit; voyant bien que fans vn secours du Ciel, c'estoit fait de leurs vies: les fit mettre en priere. Chose estrange, vous eussiés dit, que leur oraison écartoit ces grands corps de glaces, & les faifoit fuir, pour leur donner passage: le coup fut si soudain, qu'il les estonna tous. Et pour marque, que c'estoit vne faueur extraordinaire, l'effet fut grand pour leurs ames, auffi bien que pour leurs corps, dautant que ce prodige, les rendit plus fermes à la Foy, & augmenta fortement leur confiance en Dieu.
Ce qui suit n'est pas moins  étonnant. Va Chrestien malade à la mort, fut prié, sollicité, & pressé, par ses parens, & par ses amis, de se laisser penser à la façon des Sauuages: c'est à dire, auec des cris, des hurlemens, & des tambours, dont se feruent les Iongleurs, croyans par ce tintamarre, épouuanter le Manitou, qui ofte la vie aux hommes. Ce bon Neophyte les rebuta, disant, qu'il aymoit mieux mourir, que de fouffrir ces badineries, & ces supersti- . tions, plus propres à faire mourir vn malade, qu'à le guerir: mais comme il vid, que ces Iongleurs, se disposoient à le foufler, mal-gré ses resistãces, il se seruit du peu de force qui luy restoit, pour sortir de la cabane, & pour fe traisner dans le bois. Chose estrange à mesure  qu'il s'éloigne de ces Sorciers, il s'approche de la santé: en sorte qu'il fut guery between his fingers. “There, my son," said she to him, " is the image of him who has washed away thy sins. He will give thee a place in his house, where thou canst never die any more."
The following is an instance of very special grace shown to a band of good Christians who were journeying on the great river, toward the end of Winter. They were surrounded on all sides by blocks of ice, which were dashed upon one another in such a way  that they saw no means of escape, but expected every moment that their little bark would be crushed. The Father who was with them, seeing plainly that without Heaven's help they would lose their lives, made them resort to prayer. Strangely enough, you would have said their prayer dispersed those great masses of ice, and put them to flight, in order to give passage to the men. This took place so suddenly as to astonish them all. And, in proof that it was an extraordinary favor, the effect upon their souls as well as upon their bodies was remarkable, inasmuch as this miracle rendered them stronger in the Faith, and greatly increased their trust in God.
The following is not less  wonderful. A Christian who was fatally ill was urged in the strongest terms, by his relatives and friends, to allow himself to be treated after the manner of the Savages,—that is, with shouting, yelling, and drumming, which the Jugglers employ, thinking by this din to frighten away the Manitou who deprives men of their lives. This good Neophyte repulsed them, saying that he chose to die rather than allow these apish and superstitious ceremonies, more liable to kill than to cure a patient. But, seeing the Jugglers