Several of my new companions were squaws, who had taken the veil at
different times. They were from some of the Indian settlements in the
country, but were not distinguishable by any striking habits of
character from other nuns, and were generally not very different in
their appearance when in their usual dress, and engaged in their
customary occupations. It was evident, that they were treated with much
kindness and lenity by the Superior and the old nuns; and this I
discovered was done in order to render them as well contented and happy
in their situation as possible. I should have attributed the motives
for this partiality to their wishing that they might not influence
others to keep away, had I not known they were, like ourselves, unable
to exert such an influence. And therefore, I could not satisfy my own
mind why this difference was made. Many of the Indians were remarkably
devoted to the priests, believing every thing they were taught; and as
it is represented to be not only a high honor, but a real advantage to
a family, to have one of its members become a nun, Indian parents will
often pay large sums of money for the admission of their daughters into
a convent. The father of one of the squaws, I was told, paid to the
Superior nearly her weight in silver on her reception, although he was
obliged to sell nearly all his property to raise the money. This he did
voluntarily, because he thought himself overpaid by having the
advantage of her prayers, self-sacrifices, &c. for himself and the
remainder of his family. The squaws sometimes served to amuse us; for
when we were partially dispirited or gloomy, the Superior would
occasionally send them to dress themselves in their Indian garments,
which usually excited us to merriment.
Among the squaw nuns whom I particularly remember, was one of the
Sainte Hypolites, not the one who figured in a dreadful scene,
described in another part of this narrative, but a woman of a far more
mild and humane character.
Three or four days after my reception, the Superior sent me into the
cellar for coal; and after she had given me directions, I proceeded
down a staircase, with a lamp in my hand. I soon found myself upon the
bare earth, in a spacious place, so dark, that I could not at once
distinguish its form, or size, but I observed that it had very solid
stone walls, and was arched overhead, at no great elevation. Following
my directions, I proceeded onward from the foot of the stairs, where
appeared to be one end of the cellar. After walking about fifteen
paces, I passed three small doors, on the right, fastened with large
iron bolts on the outside, pushed into posts of stone-work, and each
having a small opening above, covered with a fine grating, secured by a
smaller bolt. On my left, were three similar doors, resembling these,
and placed opposite them.
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