CANDIDLY， it seemed little worthy of all this searching. A few broken ends of village， with no particular street， but a succession of open places heaped with logs and fagots； a couple of tilted crosses， a shrine to Our Lady of all Graces on the summit of a little hill； and all this， upon a rattling highland river， in the corner of a naked valley. What went ye out for to see？ thought I to myself. But the place had a life of its own. I found a board， commemorating the liberalities of Cheylard for the past year， hung up， like a banner， in the diminutive and tottering church. In 1877， it appeared， the inhabitants subscribed forty-eight francs ten centimes for the 'Work of the Propagation of the Faith.' Some of this， I could not help hoping， would be applied to my native land. Cheylard scrapes together halfpence for the darkened souls in Edinburgh； while Balquhidder and Dunrossness bemoan the ignorance of Rome. Thus， to the high entertainment of the angels， do we pelt each other with evangelists， like schoolboys bickering in the snow.

　　The inn was again singularly unpretentious. The whole furniture of a not ill-to-do family was in the kitchen： the beds， the cradle， the clothes， the plate-rack， the meal-chest， and the photograph of the parish priest. There were five children， one of whom was set to its morning prayers at the stair-foot soon after my arrival， and a sixth would ere long be forthcoming. I was kindly received by these good folk. They were much interested in my misadventure. The wood in which I had slept belonged to them； the man of Fouzilhac they thought a monster of iniquity， and counselled me warmly to summon him at law - 'because I might have died.' The good wife was horror-stricken to see me drink over a pint of uncreamed milk.

　　'You will do yourself an evil，' she said. 'Permit me to boil it for you.'

　　After I had begun the morning on this delightful liquor， she having an infinity of things to arrange， I was permitted， nay requested， to make a bowl of chocolate for myself. My boots and gaiters were hung up to dry， and， seeing me trying to write my journal on my knee， the eldest daughter let down a hinged table in the chimney- corner for my convenience. Here I wrote， drank my chocolate， and finally ate an omelette before I left. The table was thick with dust； for， as they explained， it was not used except in winter weather. I had a clear look up the vent， through brown agglomerations of soot and blue vapour， to the sky； and whenever a handful of twigs was thrown on to the fire， my legs were scorched by the blaze.

　　The husband had begun life as a muleteer， and when I came to charge Modestine showed himself full of the prudence of his art. 'You will have to change this package，' said he； 'it ought to be in two parts， and then you might have double the weight.'

　　I explained that I wanted no more weight； and for no donkey hitherto created would I cut my sleeping-bag in two.

　　'It fatigues her， however，' said the innkeeper； 'it fatigues her greatly on the march. Look.'

　　Alas， there were her two forelegs no better than raw beef on the inside， and blood was running from under her tail. They told me when I started， and I was ready to believe it， that before a few days I should come to love Modestine like a dog. Three days had passed， we had shared some misadventures， and my heart was still as cold as a potato towards my beast of burden. She was pretty enough to look at； but then she had given proof of dead stupidity， redeemed indeed by patience， but aggravated by flashes of sorry and ill-judged light-heartedness. And I own this new discovery seemed another point against her. What the devil was the good of a she- ass if she could not carry a sleeping-bag and a few necessaries？ I saw the end of the fable rapidly approaching， when I should have to carry Modestine. AEsop was the man to know the world！ I assure you I set out with heavy thoughts upon my short day's march.