ve present Ottawa of Canada.

The several tribes of Algonkins found by the French in Canada were only
a small portion of those American Indians speaking in the Algonquian
tongue. The immense Algonquian family covered North America from the
Atlantic to the Mississippi, and reached even to the Rocky Mountains.
The Indians met by the Pilgrim Fathers were Algonquians; King Philip
was an Algonquian; the Shawnees of Tecumseh were Algonquians; the Sacs
and Foxes of Chief Black-hawk were Algonquians; the Chippewas of Canada
and the Winnebagos from Wisconsin are Algonquians; so are the Arapahos
and Cheyennes of the plains and the Blackfeet of Montana.

The bark lodges of the Algonkins were round and peaked like a cone,
instead of being long and ridged like those of the Iroquois and Hurons.
Of the Algonkins of Canada there are sixteen hundred, today; there are
no Adirondacks, under that name.

Now in 1644 the proud Iroquois hated the Algonkins, hated the Hurons,
and had hated the French for thirty-five years, since the brave
gentleman adventurer, Samuel de Champlain, having founded Quebec in
1608, had marched against them with his armor, his powder and ball, and
the triumphantly whooping enemy.

The Iroquois never forgave the French for this. And indeed a truly
savage warfare it had become, here in this northern country on either
side of the border between New York and Canada: where the winters were
long and piercingly cold, where hunger frequently stalked, where travel
was by canoe on the noble St. Lawrence, the swift Ottawa, the
Richelieu, the lesser streams and lakes, and by snowshoe or moccasin
through the heavy forests; where the Indians rarely failed to torture
their captives in manner too horrid to relate; and where the only white
people were 300 French soldiers, fur-traders, laborers, priests and
nuns, mainly at Quebec, and new Montreal, on the St. Lawrence, and the
little trading-post of Three Rivers, half way between the two.

Algonkins and Hurons were accepting the French as allies. They
listened, sometimes in earnest, sometimes in cunning, to the teachings
of those "Black Robes," the few fearless priests who sought them out.
The priests, bravest of the brave, journeyed unarmed and far, even
among the scornful Iroquois, enduring torture by fire and knife, the
torment of mosquitoes, cold and famine, and draughty, crowded bark
houses smotheringly thick with damp wood smoke.

In spite of cross and sword, (trying