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have confessed that he had passed the night
in gambling and had lost the horse he had
brought for the priest!

This foible, this Passion was to entail long,
steady and unfailing efforts, without count-
ing not a few inconveniences for the latter,
before it could be conquered and eradicated
from that tribe.

Ingrained in the Indian heart is the prin-
ciple of their native code that blood calls for .
blood; and that anyone who kills, even
though innocently or accidentally, must be
killed. After many years of missionary
labor Father Morice was brought face to
face with this fact one day when Taya, the
head chief of all the Carrier Indians, an old
man of rather an irascible temper, came to
tell him of a murder he had committed—in-
nocently and unwittingly, indeed—a brief
time before.

It would seem that the aged chief, tired of
eating salmon for some time, went out to
hunt for the bears which at that season used
to come and eat the carcasses of the fish that
died on the way and got stranded along the
shore of the river. The chief, it appears,
while floating down the river in a canoe, in
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