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The desolate, deserted village presented a scene of loneliness i the huts, no sign of life anywhere We discovered an abundance of food, and partook of it in the open Eloise appeared unwilling to accompany me, so I went alone to explore theto the needs of the priest My search was rewarded by the discovery of ether with a variety of fearments hich to replace those sadly soiled and tattered ones Madaet away as soon as possible, to put behind us that desolate spot, those deserted houses, and the haunting cliff The père had constructed, during my absence, a pair of rude crutches for his use; and, so soon as Eloise hadsuch provisions as we could conveniently carry With the gun in reat shortness in the food supply Madaress by reat burden, his weight scarcely more than that of a child

In this ht sunshine, along canals filled with clear, cool water, and across fields no longer tilled by slaves, until we discovered the secret path which led forth fro back toward the village, and up at the frowning front of rock, the tomb of the Natchez Then silently, soberly, as befitted those who had witnessed an act of God, we pressed on into the labyrinth, shutting out forever that scene, except as a hideousupon a neorld; I was a prisoner released, breathing once again the clear air of hope and led cedars to where the stream flowed down the canyon proved one of severe exertion When we finally attained the outer rocks, with the sullen roar of the falls just beloas breathing heavily from exhaustion, and a flush had coladly I deposited the priest in a position of co about upon the wilderness scene We had spoken little to each other regarding the future; under the depressing influence of that dread valley we felt incapable of thought, our ic events we had experienced Even now I constantly saw before me the faces of Cairnes and De Noyan, scarcely able to banish their ently the requirements of the present Yet now itacross his rusty black robe, his girlish features softened by a look of infinite peace; Eloise leaned against the rock in a posture of weariness, her boso I recalled to ues of desolate wilderness yet to be traversed Possibly I indulged unconsciously in outward expression, for the priest gazed across at me