But there were other missions. That among the fickle and warlike Iroquois, with Jogues and Le Moyne, that at Ville Marie (Montreal), afterwards given over to Sulpicians, who to this day are an extremely powerful Order in this great city, and that at Sault Ste. Marie, where Allouez, Dablon and Marquette had a mission which exercised a powerful influence southwards to Michillimackinac and the country of the Illinois, and westwards to where Fort William, Duluth, and even Winnipeg, now stand. It was from this mission that Joliet, the Government official, and Marquette, the Black Robe, set out on their journey to discover the great Southern Sea, and which resulted in the discovery of the Mississippi. And so from Nova Scotia to the southern Mississippi and northwards to Hudsons Bay, wherever there were Indian settlements of importance there were Black Robes ministering to the wandering tribes, teaching methods of greater production and less waste in the more settled places, and everywhere endeavouring to show the benefits of law, order, and settled government. There were seven churches or missions of the Jesuits in New France—Acadia (Maine, Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, Cape Breton); Tadoussac (lower St. Lawrence and Saguenay); Quebec, Montreal and Three Rivers as one; Huronia; to the Iroquois; the Ottawa or Sault Ste. Marie (Ojibways, Beaver, Crees, Ottawas, Menominees, Pottawatomies, Sacs, Foxes, Winnebagoes, Miamis, Illinois and refugee Hurons), Louisiana. What they have left to us is not material wealth, but something infinitely greater, the record of self devotion, self sacrifice, fearless zeal and unflinching bravery even to a lingering death in a cause which they put above all renown. CHAPTER IX. THE IROQUOIS AND THE HURONS. “Stripped to the waist, his copper-colored skin Red from the smouldering heat of hate within, Lean as a wolf in winter, fierce of mood— As all wild things that hunt for foes, or food— War paint adorning breast and thigh and face, Armed with the ancient weapons of his race, A slender ashen bow, deer sinew string, And flint-tipped arrow each with poisoned tongue,— Thus does the Red man stalk to death his foe, And sighting him strings silently his bow, Takes his unerring aim, and straight and true The arrow cuts in flight the forest through, A flint which never made for mark and missed, And finds the heart of his antagonist. Thus has he warred and won since time began, Thus does the Indian bring to earth his man.” From the poem, “The Archer,” by the late Pauline Johnson, of the Mohawk tribe of the Iroquois. THE IROQUOIS AND THE HURONS.