ne. The murderers could have no rest. They were in continual
fear that the friends of La Salle would rise and kill them. Father
Douay, M. Joutel, and La Salle's brother the Chevalier, knew full well
that the murderers had the strongest possible incentive to kill them
also.

There is no storm so desolating, so ruinous to all happiness, as sin.
Could these voyagers have continued their journey with fraternal love,
its material obstacles could all have been pleasantly surmounted. But
henceforth, for them, there were no more sunny skies, no more blooming
prairies, no more joyous gatherings and feastings around the camp fire.
Journeying on, through a gloomy country, and in sombre weather, they
came, on the 24th, to a river. Most of the party swam across. Father
Douay, M. Joutel, and Cavalier could not swim. Some friendly Indians
came along and, swimming by their side, helped them over. A journey of
four days more brought them to a large village of the Cenis Indians, on
a stream which they called by the same name.

The region was beautiful. There was no continuous forest, but extended,
well-watered plains, interspersed with groves of a great variety of
majestic trees. They frequently met with Indians, from whom they always
received kind treatment. Most of the men encamped a few miles from the
village, M. Joutel was sent, with three others, to purchase from them,
if possible, some corn. One of the men thus sent forward was Hiens, one
of the original conspirators with Duhaut. M. Joutel was annoyed in
accompanying a murderer on this mission, but it was not safe to make
any remonstrance. Duhaut kept careful guard over all the effects. He
intrusted a few hatchets and knives to his envoys, with instructions to
purchase corn, and, if possible, a horse.

They had not gone far before they saw three savages approaching them on
horseback. One had a hat and cloak, which he had probably obtained in
some way from the Spaniards. The other two were entirely naked. The
three had panniers closely woven of fibres of cane, and filled with
corn meal pounded or ground very fine. They had been sent forward by
their chief, with the meal as a present, and to invite the strangers to
visit his village. After smoking together, and the Indians having
received some knives and beads in return for their gift, the united
party set out for the village.

It was still some distance to the village. Night had come. The horses
of the travellers were weary and