which he constantly wore about his neck, he entreated them to accept of it as an acknowledgment for the kind reception they had given him.
"It is," said he, "the most valuable thing I possess. I have been assured that I shall always be happy while I carry this little toy about me; and I give it to you that you may be always happy."
The prior and Miss smiled with pity at the frankness of the Ingénu. This present consisted of two little portraits, poorly executed, and tied together with a greasy string.
Miss Kerkabon asked him if there were any painters in Huronia?
"No," replied the Ingénu, "I had this curiosity from my nurse. Her husband had obtained it by conquest, in stripping some of the French of Canada, who had made war upon us. This is all I know of the matter."
The prior looked attentively upon these pictures, while he changed color; his hands trembled, and he seemed much affected.
"By our Lady of the Mountain!" he cried out, "I believe these to be the faces of my brother, the captain, and his lady."
Miss, after having consulted them with like emotion, thought the same. They were both struck with astonishment and joy, blended with grief. They both melted, they both wept, their hearts throbbed, and during their disorder the pictures
