WHEAT SALES— THE FALL— LE BRET 69 



But besides all these things Father Hugenard and 

 his brother-priests of the Roman Catholic Church 

 have most truly bestowed on the children of the 

 darker race the consolation of religion. On Easter 

 Day I was lunching with some friends who have a 

 cottage among the hills which line the lake-shore 

 trail between Le Bret and the Soo village, which 

 is the chief centre of the remnant of the tribes in 

 the Qu'Appelle valley. Sitting in the porch, we 

 watched the Indians returning from their eight- 

 mile walk to Mass. Singly or in httle groups, they 

 swung past with that soothing grace of movement 

 which they seem to have caught from the swaying 

 of branches, just in the same happy manner in which 

 they have charmed into their smile the spirit of 

 human kindness which, together with their innate 

 dignity and simplicity, endows them with such 

 pleasing attraction. 



On that Easter morning a squaw, who walked 

 alone, came through the gate and towards us. She 

 had walked from the Soo village to the Mission 

 church to make her communion, and feeling a little 

 weary, through the length of the way and the heat 

 of the sun, most gratefully hoped — which is the 

 best of all possible ways to hope — for a cup of tea. 

 She made all known to us through the sign of the 

 Cross and a very few English words distributed 

 generously among the fascinating sounds of her 

 mother-tongue. It was so easy to understand that 

 Easter Day was really a beautiful oasis in her life. 

 The Indians are quick to catch in religion that 

 fragrance of rosemary which all bring out " for 

 remembrance " from the other side of the horizon. In 

 the brave and patient eyes of Tosh the squaw Easter 



