678 THE GEORGE CATLIN INDIAN GALLERY. 



those around, that "his face looked very pale " (which by the way was the case), " and 

 that he found his head very full of them." 



The phrenologist was a good natured sort of man, and only partially understand- 

 ing their jokes was delighted to get off with what he had learned without losing his 

 scalp-lock, which it would seem as if he had apprehended at one moment to have 

 been in some danger, As he was leaving the room Daniel came in, announcing that 

 there were two Catholic clergymen in the room below, where they had been waiting 

 half an hour to have some talk with the Indians. 



VISIT OF PRIESTS. 



" Let them up," says Jim, " I will make a speech to them ; " at which the old doctor 

 sprang up. "There," said he, "there's my robe; lay down quick." The doctor's 

 wit raised a great laugh, but when a moment had blown it a way Mr. Melody asked 

 the chief what was his wish, whether to see them or not. "Oh, yes," said he (but 

 rather painfully and with a sigh), " yes, let them come in, we are in a strange couu- 

 try and we don't wish to make any enemies ; let them come up." They were then 

 conducted up and spent half an hour in pleasant conversation with the chiefs, with- 

 out questioning them about their religion or urging their own religion upon them. 

 This pleased the Indians very much, and finding them such pleasant and social good 

 natured men they felt almost reluctant to part company with them. Each of them 

 left a handsome bible as presents, and took affectionate leave. 



JARDIN DES PLANTES. 



One of the next sight-seeing expeditions was to the Jardin des Plantes, to which 

 our old friend M. Vattemare accompanied us. The animals here, from a difference of 

 training or other cause, were not quite so much alarmed as they were in the menagerie 

 in London, but when the doctor breathed out the silvery notes of his howling totem 

 the wolf at once answered him in a remote part of the garden. Jim imitated the 

 wild goose, and was answered in an instant by a cackling flock of them. The panthers 

 hissed, and the hyaenas were in great distress, and the monkeys also ; the eagles 

 chattered and bolted against the sides of their cages, and the parrots lost their voices 

 by squalling and many of their feathers by fluttering, when the Indians came within 

 their sight. They pitied the poor old and jaded buffalo as they did in London, he 

 looked so broken-spirited and desolate, and also the deer and the elks ; but the bears 

 they said didn't seem to care much about it. They were far more delighted with the 

 skins of animals, reptiles, and fishes in the museum of natural history, and I must 

 say that I was also, considering it the finest collection I ever have seen. 



THE HALLE AUX VINS. 



The garden of plants was amusement enough for an hour or so, and then to the 

 Halle aux Vins in the immediate neighborhood. 



With their recollections dwelling on the scenes they had witnessed in London, they 

 were naturally drawing comparisons as they were wending their way back ; and they 

 had in this mood taken it into their heads that there were no gin-shops in Paris, as 

 they could see none, which was quite mysterious to them until I explained to them 

 the nature of the cafe's, the splendid open shops they were every moment passing, 

 glittering with gold and looking-glasses. They were surprised to learn that the de- 

 licious poison was dealt out in these neat "palaces," but which they had not known 

 or suspected the meaning of. They admitted their surprise, and at once decided 

 that "they liked the free, and open, and elegant appearance of them much better 

 than those in London, where they are all shut up in front with great and gloomy doors, 

 to prevent people from looking into them, as if they were ashamed." 



PERE LA CHAISE. 



The cemetery of Pere la Chaise was next to be seen as soon as there should be a fine 

 day. That day arrived, and half an hour's drive landed us at its entrance. 



