The very names of this her country, those she listened to every day, those heard but once, came crowding to memory: a thousand names piously bestowed by peasants from France on lakes, on rivers, on the settlements of the new country they were discovering and peopling as they went—lac a l'Eau-Claire—la Famine—Saint-Coeur—de-Marie—Trois-Pistoles—Sainte Rose-du-Degel—Pointe-aux-Outardes—Saint-Andre-de-l' Epouvante ... An uncle of Eutrope Gagnon's lived at Saint-Andre-de-l'Epouvante; Racicot of Honfleur spoke often of his son who was a stoker on a Gulf coaster, and every time new names were added to the old; names of fishing villages and little harbours on the St. Lawrence, scattered here and there along those shores between which the ships of the old days had boldly sailed toward an unknown land—Pointe-Mille-Vaches—les Escoumins—Notre-Dame-du-Portage—les Grandes-Bergeronnes—Gaspe.

All day long Maria strove to stay the hidden advances of the disorder with her prayers, and every time that she returned to the bedside it was with a half hope that a miracle had been wrought, that the sick woman would cease from her groaning, sleep for a few hours and awake restored to health. It was not so to be; the moaning ceased not, but toward evening it died away to sighing, continual and profound—nature's protest against a burden too heavy to be borne, or the slow inroad of death-dealing poison.

Her parents would like her to marry Eutrope Gagnon—that she felt—because she would live near them, and again because this life upon the land was the only one they knew, and they naturally thought it better than any other.

All of her life had Maria known this cold, this snow, the land's death-like sleep, these austere and frowning woods; now was she coming to view them with fear and hate. A paradise surely must it be, this country to the south where March is no longer winter and in April the leaves are green! At midwinter one takes to the road without snowshoes, unclad in furs, beyond sight of the cruel forest. And the cities ... the pavements ...

MARCH came,

No need for her to see the spot, too well she knew the winter terrors of the great forest, the snow heaped to the firs' lower branches, alders almost buried beneath it, birches and aspens naked as skeletons and shuddering in the icy wind, a sunless sky above the massed and gloomy spires of green. She sees François making his way through the close-set trees, limbs stiffened with the cold, his skin raw with that pitiless nor'wester, gnawed by hunger, stumbling with fatigue, his feet so weary that with no longer strength to lift them his snowshoes often catch the snow and throw him to his knees.

How he must have suffered, far off there amid the snows!

NEW YEAR'S DAY

All through October, frosty and rainy days came alternately, and meanwhile the woods were putting on a dress of unearthly loveliness.

but even then her heart told her that all marriages are not like that; now she is very sure.

The blueberries were fully ripe. In the burnt lands the purple of the clusters and the green of the leaves now overcame the paling rose of the laurels. The children began picking at once with cries of delight, but their elders scattered through the woods in search of the larger patches, where one might sit on one's heels and fill a pail in an hour. The noise of footsteps on dry twigs, of rustling in the alder bushes, the calls of Telesphore and Alma Rose to one another, all faded slowly into the distance, and about each gatherer was only the buzzing of flies drunk with sunshine, and the voice of the wind in the young birches and aspens.

Every Monday morning they opened a sack of flour and we made ourselves a bucketful of pancakes, and all the rest of the week, three times a day, one dug into that pail for something to eat. By Wednesday, no longer any pancakes, because they were all stuck together; nothing there but a mass of dough. One cut off a big chunk of dough with one's knife, put that in his belly, and then chopped and chopped again!"

The forests of Quebec are rich in wild berries; cranberries, Indian pears, black currants, sarsaparilla spring up freely in the wake of the great fires, but the blueberry, the bilberry or whortleberry of France, is of all the most abundant and delicious. The gathering of them, from July to September, is an industry for many families who spend the whole day in the woods; strings of children down to the tiniest go swinging their tin pails, empty in the morning, full and heavy by evening. Others only gather the blueberries for their own use, either to make jam or the famous pies national to French Canada.

Legare and Esdras attacked the smaller ones with no weapons but their axes and stout wooden Prizes. They first cut the roots spreading on the surface, then drove a lever well home, and, chests against the bar, threw all their weight upon it. When their efforts could not break the hundred ties binding the tree to the soil Legare continued to bear heavily that he might raise the stump a little, and while he groaned and grunted under the strain Esdras hewed away furiously level with the ground, severing one by one the remaining roots

Her young vigour and health, the beautiful heavy hair and sunburnt neck of a country girl, the frank honesty of eye and gesture, all these things, thought he, were possessions of the child of seven years ago; and twice or thrice he shook his head as though to say that, in truth, she had not changed. But the consciousness too was there that he, if not she, had changed, for the sight of her before him took strange hold upon his heart.

He smoked and talked with the men now by virtue of his fourteen years, his broad shoulders and his knowledge of husbandry.

Azalma was a tall, flat-chested woman with the undeveloped features of a child, who talked very quickly and almost without taking breath while she made ready the meal in the kitchen.

But to see this young man after seven years, and to hear his name spoken, aroused in Maria memories clearer and more lively than she was able to evoke of the events and sights of yesterday.

Cleophas Pesant, son of Thadee Pesant the blacksmith,

And the Rocket, who always refused to align himself with a political party,

137 arrests

Hockey's greatest player at that time was Richard, who in 1945 became the first to score 50 goals in a season (in 50 games, no less).

Certain religious behaviours, like praying, surround the Canadiens

tudents will find themselves examining religious metaphors, behaviours and ethics, and drawing links between them and the Habs.

He knows the class will attract students who are unfamiliar with religious studies and says that's okay. He noted, however, it's still an academic course.

The graduate course is open to students in all faculties and those in undergraduate programs. Bauer expects to see more than his usual 10 to 20 people in the class.

Two years ago, shortly after the minister moved to Montreal, he and one of his students decided the university should offer the opportunity to study whether the Canadiens are, in fact, a faith.

"If that was the start of the Quiet Revolution,it wasn't very quiet."

In a match the previous Sunday, Richard had twice viciouslyslashed his nemesis, Hal Laycoe of the Boston Bruins, and thenassaulted a linesman.

overturned cars and 137 arrests. Sportsriots have become commonplace, but the one in '55 was like noother because one of its central figures, Maurice Richard, waslike no other hockey player.

“Because I always try so hard to win and had my troubles in Boston, I was suspended. At playoff time, it hurts not to be in the game with the boys. However, I want to do what is good for the people of Montreal and the team. So that no further harm will be done, I would like to ask everyone to get behind the team and to help the boys win from the Rangers and Detroit. I will take my punishment and come back next year to help the club and younger players to win the Cup.”

The Forum’s 15,000-plus fans spilled onto streets already clogged with protestors, whose number had swollen into the thousands during the first period. Some headed to neighborhood bars and restaurants, already crowded with holiday crowds. Others simply went home — they would not make the news.

Peanuts, tomatoes, galoshes, crumpled newspapers, programs. A hardboiled egg bounced off Campbell’s hat. An orange nailed him in the back. A rubber overshoe jostled Ms. King’s headwear.

Announcers on Montreal radio stations urged those upset by Campbell’s decision to make their feelings known.

At the time, Richard led the league in points.

“What did Campbell do when Jean Béliveau was deliberately injured twice by players from Chicago and New York? No penalty, no fine, no suspension. Did he suspend Gordie Howe of Detroit when he almost knocked out Dollard St. Laurent’s eye two years ago? No!” Richard called the decision against Geoffrion a “farce” and wrote that the “dictator” should “not try to create publicity at the expense of a good fellow like ‘Boom Boom’ Geoffrion just because he is a French-Canadian.”

Richard’s temper had already drawn Campbell’s censure

“When I’m hit, I get mad and I don’t know what I do,” he confided in one writer. “Before each game, I think about my temper and how I should control it, but as soon as I get on the ice I forget all that.”

Pinned against the boards in the corner by the other defenseman, he broke free, skated across the crease, lured the goalie out of the net then whipped the puck past him to put the Habs into the Stanley Cup finals.

Richard lowered his head and neck to buttress himself for the collision then straightened

In 1939, when war broke out in Europe, the 18-year-old Richard tried to enlist for active duty, but military doctors determined his wrists and ankle — already broken during hockey games­ — had not healed properly.

Richard presses a towel to the gash on his scalp, which will take five stiches to close. He clutches a stick in his right hand.

He served two minutes for charging. But the hit lit the fuse of Richard’s infamous temper.

It is difficult for the Faith to remain alive in these countries, unless we have a place which may be, as it were, the center of all our Missions; whence we can send the Preachers of the Gospel into the Nations who are spread abroad in all these regions; and where we can assemble from time to time, in order to confer there on the means which God will supply to us for procuring his glory, and on the light that he shall give us for that purpose.

The purity of his conscience was like the apple of the eye, which cannot suffer the least little dust, or a single grain of sand.

" Do upon me that which God permits you; for without his will a hair will not fall from my head."

They had broiled their tongues, repeatedly putting into their mouths flaming brands, and burning pieces of bark,—[52] not willing that they should invoke, in dying, him for whom they were suffering, and who could never die in their hearts.

They had slashed their bodies in various parts;

Before their death, both their hearts were torn out, by means of an opening above the breast;

The main body of the enemy, having heard of the defeat of their men, came to attack our people in the very midst of their victory.

She asked us for Baptism from the day of her arrival; and, seeing the hand of God over her with so much love, we could not put her off.

The number of those who had there been [17] killed or taken captive was probably about seven hundred souls, mostly women and children; the number of those who escaped was much greater.

We see a great number of our Christians, who have died by the edge of the sword;

On the same 12th, departure of maurice and pierre Oliveau, for 3 rivers.

On Passion Sunday at the hospital,

I had the happiness of carrying them to the grave, and of burying them with those of Father Gabriel L'Alemant.

that we perceived a great fire at the place to which these two good Fathers had gone. This fire made us very uneasy; we did not know whether it were enemies, or if the fire had caught in some of the huts of the village.

" The blessings of Heaven were Rowing down in abundance upon these peoples,"

''an exaction of 20 sols on each passenger ticket, to be paid to the Governor's secretary; and money was [page 11] taken from the fines, for salary or perquisites to the same secretary, and to other officers."

in twenty Villages, about thirty thousand souls.

would mean that there would be no feast of the Dead.

The graves are not permanent; as their Villages are stationary only during a few years, while the supplies of the forest last, the bodies only remain in the Cemeteries until the feast of the [193] Dead

Word of the death is also sent to the friends who live in the other Villages

The usual wages of these Gentlemen are assigned according to the strength of their arms,

Besides having some kind of Laws maintained among themselves, there is also a certain order established as regards foreign Nations.

After having fasted eighteen days without tasting anything, it was said, except tobacco, he came to see me; I gave him seven or eight raisins;

hey prescribe for one a dog feast; for another, that a game of crosse or dish should be played; for another, sleep on such and such a skin,

During these songs and dances, some take occasion to knock down, as if in sport, their enemies

The ononhara is for the sake of mad persons,

S these poor Savages, being men, have not been able altogether to deny God,

As to what is the state of the soul after death, they hold that it separates in such a way from the body that it does not abandon it immediately

But to return to Aataentsic and Iouskeha; they hold that Iouskeha is the Sun and [92] Aataentsic the Moon

They lack all the labial letters.

we have still to experience its evil effects; no one complains of his head or his stomach; we do not know what diarrhœa, colds, or catarrh are.

I would not like to guarantee that they would not abandon you

I pronounced in their language

Louys replied that in that case the Country would very soon be depopulated, as it would be necessary to kill every one

an old man of our [page 59] died in his unbelief

Father Mercier, who had had good health all the way from France

I shall say that these Peoples admire and esteem highly those persons who have anything that elevates them above the crowd.

We added to this a vow of nine Masses in honor of the glorious Spouse of our Lady, the Protector of the Hurons.

Generally speaking they praise an approve the Christian Religion,

We pay especial attention to the Old Men

We gather together the men as often as we can; for their councils, their feasts, their games, and their dances

He had a naturally good disposition, and consented very willingly to be instructed and to receive Holy Baptism,

named François Sangwati, was Captain of our village.