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again, and he hastened to say that he was really dis- 

 tressed, but he had no room to spare. " He has three 

 chambers," said my friend, in English. This was 

 enough. I hastened away, leaving the cure with one 

 eye on me and one on the table, uttering the most 

 dismal of lamentations that he could not be of ser- 

 vice to me. Well, thought I, here is a brace of 

 generous men to welcome a stranger to the home of 

 Josephine. 



The clock in the church struck eight as we reached 

 the bakers. There I found that John had arranged 

 to sleep on the floor, where I was obliged, after a 

 greasy dinner, to sleep likewise. Awaking in the 

 night, thirsty, I was agreeably surprised to find some 

 rum and water with sugar. I found them also, next 

 morning, in the bill, which, unlike my bed, was not 

 low. At daylight I hastened on, anxious to escape 

 from such a place. 



Later in the week I visited the little church hard 

 by, and took the first picture ever made of the church 

 in which the infant Josephine was baptized. Pre- 

 suming that the exterior has been slightly altered 

 since Josephine's time, the present spire constructed 

 and the clock inserted, it is the same structure that 

 existed a century ago. On either side the doorway 

 is a "flambeau-tree," which at the time of my visit 

 were scarlet with blossoms. Two bells, rung for 

 Sabbath mass, are beneath a rough shed near by, the 

 prevalent earthquakes forbidding they should be raised 

 to the steeple. Above the clock is the image of the 

 patron saint. Back of the church, stretching down to 

 the seaside, is the cemetery. The interior is attrac- 

 tive, the altar, as in all Catholic churches, being par- 



