So they set off, quite as a matter of course, for their thirty-five
mile tramp through the forest in the dark. They are good citizens,
as well as good woodsmen, you understand. On the second day they
are back again at their work in the canoe.
"Well, Iside," I ask, "how was it with the meeting yesterday? All
correct?"
"All correct, M'sieu'. It was an affair of a new schoolhouse. We are
going to build it. All goes well. We are beginning to comprehend.
Quebec is a large corner of the world. But it is only a corner,
after all, we can see that. And those damned Germans who do such
terrible things in France, we do not love them at all, no matter what
the priest may say about Christian charity. They are Protestants,
M'sieu', is it not?"
"Well," I answer, hiding a smile with a large puff of smoke, "some
of them call themselves Protestants and some call themselves
Catholics. But it seems to me they are all infidels, heathen--judging
by what they do. That is the real proof."
_"C'est b'en vrai, M'sieu',_" says Iside. "It is the conduct
that shows the Christian.
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