turmoil; but if you want to see it in miniature presentment, you must pass down through St. Roch, and take the road to Lorette. Arrived among the _sauvages_,--for so the Canadian _habitant_ invariably calls his Indian brother, who is often as like him as one pea is like another,--you will there see the little old Huron church decked out in humble imitation of its younger, but bigger brothers in the city. The lanes between the log-houses are embowered in a modest way, and the drapery is eked out by many a yellow flannel petticoat and pair of scarlet leggings that dally riotously with each other in the breeze. The shrines are certainly less magnificent than those fairy bowers of the elf-land St. Roch, but there is a good deal of beaded peltry and bark-work about them, giving them, in a small way, the character of aboriginal bazaars. The Hurons are _bons Catholiques_, and everything connected with the _fête_ is conducted with a solemnity becoming the character of the Christian red man. So decorous, indeed, are the little _sauvagesses_ forming the miniature processions, that I do not remember ever detecting the eyes of any of them wandering and wantoning around, like those of the naughty little processional in white about whose conduct I just now complained. The instinct of the French-Canadian for Indian trading has led one of that race to establish a general store close by the Huron village, though on the _habitant_ side of the stream. The gay printed cottons indispensable to the _belle sauvagesse_ are here to be found, as well as the blue blankets and the white, of so much account in the wardrobe of the women as well as of the men. Here, too, are to be had the assorted beads and silks and worsteds used in the embroidery of moccasons, epaulettes, and such articles; nor is the quality of the Cognac kept on hand by Joe for his customers to be characterized as despicable. Indeed, it would be hazardous to aver that anything is _not_ to be had, for the proper compensation, in Joe's establishment,--that is, anything that could possibly be required by the most exacting _sauvage_ or _sauvagesse_, from a strap of sleigh-bells to a red-framed looking-glass. Out of that store, too, comes a deal of the vivid drapery displayed upon the _Fête Dieu_, and much of the art-union resource combined in the attractive cheap lithograph element so edifying to the connoisseur.