 Section 29 of Great Epics in American History, Volume 1. This is a LibraVox recording. All LibraVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibraVox.org. Recording by Betty B. Great Epics in American History, Volume 1. Voyages of Discovery and Early Explorations, 1000 A.D. to 1682 by Francis Whiting Halsey. Section 29, The Death of Marquette, 1675 by Father Claude Deblon. Father James Marquette, having promised the Illinois, called Cascascia, to return among them to teach them our mysteries, had great difficulty in keeping his word. Great hardships of his first voyage had brought on a dysentery, and it so enfeebled him that he lost all hope of undertaking a second voyage. Yet his malady, having given way and almost ceased toward the close of the summer in the following year, he obtained permission of his superiors to return to the Illinois to found that noble mission. After the Illinois had taken leave of the father, filled with a great idea of the gospel, he continued his voyage and soon after reached the Illinois Lake, on which he had nearly a hundred leagues to make by an unknown route, because he was obliged to take the southern, eastern side of the lake, having gone thither by the northern, western. His strength, however, failed so much that his men despaired of being able to carry him alive to their journey's end. Therefore, in fact, he became so weak and exhausted that he could no longer help himself, nor even stir, and had to be handled and carried like a child. The eve of his death, which was a Friday, he told them, all radiant with joy, that it would take place on the morrow. During the whole day he conversed with them about the manner of his burial, the way in which he should be laid out, the place to be selected for his internment. He told them how to arrange his hands, feet, and face, and directed them to raise a cross over his grave. He even went so far as to enjoin them, only three hours before he expired, to take his chapel bell as soon as he was dead, and ring it while they carried him to the grave. Of all this he spoke so calmly and collectively, that you would have thought that he spoke of the death and burial of another, and not of his own. Thus did he speak with them as they sailed along the lake, till, perceiving the mouth of a river with an eminence on the bank, which he thought suited for his burial, he told them that it was the place of his last repose. They wished, however, to pass on as the weather permitted it, and the day was not far advanced, but God raised a contrary wind which obliged them to return and enter the river, pointed out by Father Marquette. They then carried him ashore, kindled a little fire, and raised for him a wretched bark cabin, where they laid him as little, uncomfortably as they could, but they were so overcome by sadness that, as they afterward said, they did not know what they were doing. The Father being thus stretched on the shore, like St. Francis Xavier, as he had always so ardently desired, and left alone amid those forests, where his companions were engaged in unloading. He had leisure to repeat all the acts in which he had been employed during the preceding days. He had prayed his companions to remind him, when they saw him about to expire, to pronounce frequently the names of Jesus and Mary. When he could not do it himself, they did it for him, and, when they thought him about to pass, one cried aloud, Jesus Maria, which he several times repeated distinctly, and then, as if at those sacred names, something had appeared to him. He suddenly raised his eyes above his crucifix, fixing them apparently on some object which he seemed to regard with pleasure, and thus, with accountants all radiant with smiles, he expired without a struggle, as gently as if he had sunk into a quiet sleep. His two poor companions, after shedding many tears over his body, and having laid it out as he had directed, carried it devoutly to the grave, ringing the bell according to his injunction, and raised a large cross near it to serve as a mark for passers by. End of Section 29. Discovery of Niagara Falls, 1678, by Father Louis Hennepin Betwixt the Lake Ontario and Erie, there is a vast and prodigious cadence of water, which falls down after a surprising and astonishing manner, in so much that the universe does not afford its parallel. Tis true, Italy and Sueta land boast of some such things, but we may well say they are but sorry patterns, when compared to this of which we now speak. At the foot of this horrible precipice, we meet with the River Niagara, which is not above half a quarter of a league broad, but is wonderfully deep in some places. It is so rapid above this descent that it violently hurries down the wild beasts while endeavouring to pass it to feed on the other side, they not being able to withstand the force of its current, which inevitably casts them down headlong above 600 foot. This wonderful downfall is compounded of two great cross streams of water, and two falls, with an isle sloping along the middle of it. The waters which fall from this vast height do foam and boil after the most hideous manner imaginable, making an outrageous noise, more terrible than that of thunder, for when the wind blows from off the south, their dismal roaring may be heard above 15 leagues off. The River Niagara, having thrown itself down this incredible precipice, continues its impetuous course for two leagues together, to the great rock above mentioned, with an inexpressible rapidity. But having passed that, its impetuosity relents, gliding along more gently for two leagues till it arrives at the Lake Ontario, or Froncinac. Any bark or greater vessel may pass from the fort to the foot of this huge rock above mentioned. This rock lies to the westward, and is cut off from the land by the River Niagara, about two leagues farther down than the Great Fall, for which two leagues the people are obliged to carry their goods over land. But the way is very good, and the trees are but few, and they chiefly furs and oaks. From the Great Fall unto this rock, which is to the west of the river, the two brinks of it are so prodigious high, that it would make one tremble to look steadily upon the water, rolling along with a rapidity not to be imagined. Were it not for this vast cataract, which interrupts navigation, they might sail with barks or greater vessels, above 450 leagues further, cross the Lake of Hurons, and up to the farther end of the Lake Illinois, Michigan, which two lakes we may well say are a little seas of fresh water. End of Section 30. Section 31 of Great Epics in American History, Volume 1. This is a LibriVox recording. While LibriVox recordings are in the public domain, for more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Great Epics in American History, Volume 1. Voyages of Discovery and Early Explorations, 1000 A.D. to 1682 by Francis Whiting Halsey. Section 31. LaSalle's Voyage to the Mouth of the Mississippi, 1682 by Francis Parkman. LaSalle chose 18 of his Indian allies whom he added to the 23 Frenchmen who remained with him, some of the rest having deserted and others lagged behind. The Indians insisted on taking their squaws with them. These were 10 in number besides three children, and thus the expedition included 54 persons of whom some were useless and others a burden. On the 21st of December, Tanti and Membre set out from Fort Miami with some of the party and six canoes and crossed to the Little River Chicago. LaSalle, with the rest of the men, joined them a few days later. It was the dead of winter and the streams were frozen. They made sledges, placed on them the canoes, the baggage and a disabled Frenchman, crossed from the Chicago to the northern branch of the Illinois and filed in a long procession down its frozen course. They reached the side of the great Illinois village, found it tenetless and continued their journey, still dragging their canoes, till at length they reached open water below Lake Peoria. LaSalle had abandoned for a time his original plan of building a vessel for the navigation of the Mississippi. Bitter experience had taught him the difficulty of the attempt, and he resolved to trust to his canoes alone. They embarked again, floating prosperously down between the leafless forests that flanked the tranquil river, till, on the 6th of February, they issued upon the majestic bosom of the Mississippi. Here, for the time their progress was stopped, for the river was full of floating ice. LaSalle's Indians too had lagged behind, but within a week all had arrived. The navigation was once more free and they resumed their course. Toward evening they saw on their right the mouth of a great river, and the clear current was invaded by the headlong torrent of the Missouri, opaque with mud. They built their campfires in the neighboring forests, and at daylight, embarking anew on the dark and mighty stream, drifted swiftly down toward unknown destinies. They passed to deserted town of the Tamaroas, saw three days after the mouth of the Ohio, and gliding by the wastes of bordering swamp, landed on the 24th of February, near the third Chickasaw Bluffs. They encamped, and the hunters went out for gain. All returned except Pierre Proudholm, and as the others had seen fresh tracts of Indians, LaSalle feared that he was killed. While some of his followers built a small stockade fort on a high bluff by the river, others ranged the woods in pursuit of the missing hunter. After six days of ceaseless and fruitless search, they met two Chickasaw Indians in the forest, and through them LaSalle sent presents and peace messages to that warlike people, whose villages were a few days' journey distance. Several days later, Proudholm was found and brought into the camp, half dead. He had lost his way while hunting, and to console him for his woes, LaSalle christened the newly built fort with his name, and left him with a few others in charge of it. Again they embarked, and with every stage of their adventurous progress, the mystery of this vast new world was more and more unveiled. More and more they entered the realms of spring. The hazy sunlight, the warm and drowsy air, the tender foliage, the opening flowers, betoken the reviving life of nature. For several days more they followed the writhings of the Great River, on its torturous course through wastes of swamp and cane break, till on the 13th of March they found themselves wrapped in a thick fog. Neither shore was visible, but they heard on the right the booming of an Indian drum and the shrill outcries of the war dance. LaSalle at once crossed to the opposite side, where in less than an hour his men threw up a rude fort of fell trees. Meanwhile the fog cleared, and from the farther bank the astonished Indians saw the strange visitors at their work. Some of the French advanced to the edge of the water, and beckoned them to come over. Several of them approached in a wooden canoe to within the distance of a gunshot. LaSalle displayed the cow you met and sent a Frenchman to meet them. He was well received, and the friendly mood of the Indians now being apparent, the whole party crossed the river. On landing they found themselves at a town of the Kappa Band of the Arkansas, a people dwelling near the mouth of the river which bears their name. The whole village, writes Membray to his superior, came down to the shore to meet us, except the women who had run off. I cannot tell you the civility and kindness we received from these barbarians, who brought us poles to make huts, supplied us with firewood during the three days we were among them, and took turns in feasting us. We did not lose the value of a pin while we were among them. After touching at several other towns of this people, the voyagers resumed their course, guided by two of the Arkansas, past the sites since become historic of Vicksburg and Grand Gulf, and about 300 miles below the Arkansas, stopped by the edge of a swamp on the western side of the river. Here, as their two guides told them, was the path to the great town of Tensas. Tanty and Membray were sent to visit it. They and their men shouldered their birch canoe through the swamp and launched it on a lake which had once formed a portion of the channel of the river. In two hours they reached the town and Tanty gazed at it with astonishment. He had seen nothing like it in America. The large square dwellings built of sun-baked mud mixed with straw arched over with a dome-shaped roof of canes and placed in regular order around an open area. Two of them were larger and better than the rest. One was the lodge of the chief, the other was the temple or house of the sun. They entered the former and found a single room 40 feet square where, in the dim light where there was no opening but the door, the chief sat awaiting them on a sort of bedstead. Three of his wives at his side, while 60 old men wrapped in white cloaks woven of mulberry bark, formed his divan. When he spoke, his wives howled to do him honor and the assembled counselors listened with the reverence due to a potent hate for whom at his death a hundred victims were to be sacrificed. He received the visitors graciously and joyfully accepted the gifts which Tanty laid before him. This interview over the Frenchman repaired to the temple wherein were kept the bones of the departed chiefs. In construction it was much like the royal dwelling. Over it were rude wooden figures representing three eagles turned toward the east. A strong mud wall surrounded it, planted with stakes on which were stuck the skulls of enemies sacrificed to the sun. While before the door was a block of wood on which lay a large shell surrounded with the braided hair of the victims. The interior was rude as a barn dimly lighted from the doorway and full of smoke. There was a structure in the middle which membrane thinks was a kind of altar and before it burned a perpetual fire fed with three logs laid end to end and watched by two old men devoted to the sacred office. There was a mysterious recess to which the strangers were forbidden to explore. But which is Tanty was told contain the riches of the nation consisting of pearls from the Gulf and trinkets obtained probably through other tribes from the Spaniards and other Europeans. On the next morning as they descended the river they saw a wooden canoe full of Indians and Tanty gave chase. He had nearly overtaken it when more than a hundred men appeared suddenly on the shore with bows bent to defend their countrymen. The sal called out to Tanty to withdraw. He obeyed and the whole party encamped on the opposite bank. Tanty offered to cross the river with a peace pipe and set out accordingly with a small party of men. When he landed the Indians made signs of friendship by joining their hands a proceeding by which Tanty having but one hand was somewhat embarrassed but he directed his men to respond in his stead. The Indians of this village were the Natchez and their chief was brother of the great chief or son of the whole nation. His town was several leagues distant near the side of the city of Natchez and thither the French repaired to visit him. They saw what they had already seen among the tenses, a religious and political despotism, a privileged caste descended from the sun, a temple and a sacred fire. The sal planted a large cross with the arms of France attached in the midst of the town while the inhabitants looked on with a satisfaction which they would hardly have displayed had they understood the meaning of the act. And now they near journey's end. On the 6th of April the river divided itself into three broad channels. LaSalle followed that of the west and Dautre that of the east while Tanty took the middle passage. As he drifted toward the turbid current between the low and marshy shores the brackish water changed to brine and the breeze grew fresh with the salt breath of the sea. Then the broad bosom of the great gulf opened on his sight tossing its restless billows limitless voiceless lonely as when born of chaos without a sail without a sign of life. LaSalle in a canoe coasted the marshy borders of the sea and then the reunited parties assembled on a spot of dry ground a short distance above the mouth of the river. Here a column was made ready bearing the arms of France and inscribed with the words Louis Legrande. Wa to France and to Navarre. Regne, Linovium 1682. On that day the realm of France received on parchment a stupendous accession the fertile plains of Texas the vast basin of the Mississippi from its frozen northern springs to the sultry borders of the gulf from the woody ridges of the Alleghenies to the bare peaks of the rocky mountains a region of savannas and forests sun cracked deserts and grassy prairies watered by a thousand rivers ranged by a thousand warlike tribes passed beneath the scepter of the Sultan of Versailles and all by virtue of a feeble human voice inaudible at half a mile. End of section 31. End of volume 1. Great epics in American history by Francis Whiting Halsey.