pg 515 early in the morning to fit up the venerable old mission house. They went to their task with a will; and the fourth night they all slept deliciously in their new lodging, more precious in fact to each one of them than any palace in the New World could have been. By degree all their real wants were successively supplied: not a complaint nor a murmur nor even a regret was heard in the little band through that trying memorable winter: they were happy as they never were before. Devotedness knows no fatigue or privations; and where true love finds labor, even that labor if loved, said St. Augustin fifteen hundred years ago. At times they were indeed richly repaid, as the following little anecdote or real occurrence will prove. In his frequent visits to his beloved Indians at Pokagan, Michigan, Father Sorin one day heard of another settlement of Pottawatomies, ninety miles east, in Indiana, who had never been