The truth of Bailey’s history was very different from what he said of himself.  He had been long the disgrace and torment of his own relations in the United States, and at last, after years of every kind of vice, had been obliged to fly from his country under strong suspicions of forgery.  He went to the north, and for a year or two lived a wild life full of adventure; during which he occupied himself diligently in becoming acquainted with the Indian tribes, learning some of their dialects, and trying by every means to ingratiate himself with them.  Probably at first, this was only for amusement, but after awhile, he seems to have entertained the idea of making a profit of his new associates.  He soon found, however, that the more independent and uncivilized tribes, though they might form the most piquant exhibition, were too unmanageable for his purpose.  He came down therefore to Canada, to seek for more promising materials.  Here he met with exactly the opposite difficulty—­most of the tribes were more or less civilized, and had, at any rate, advanced so far in knowledge of the world as to be unwilling to put themselves into his power.  He soon saw that the best way of securing such a party as he wished, would be to find one Indian, whom he might make to some degree a confidant and partner in the enterprise, and who would naturally possess a stronger influence with the rest, than he could himself obtain.  It was a long time before he succeeded in doing this; but when he did, it was to perfection.  An island about fifty miles from Cacouna, called Moose Island, was then, and still is, occupied by a settlement of Ojibways.  A Jesuit mission, established on the Canadian bank of the river, had been devoted to the conversion of these people, with so much success that nearly all of them were nominal Christians.  For the rest, they lived in their own way, providing for themselves by hunting and fishing, and keeping their national customs and character almost unchanged.  In the mission-house, however, a few children were brought up by the priests with the greatest care,—­probably because it was by means of these boys, that they hoped more effectually to civilize the whole tribe.  At any rate, they taught them all that they could have taught Europeans; having them completely in their own hands, there was no difficulty about this, and the more intelligent among them became good scholars.  There was one boy, however, who distinguished himself above the rest, and was naturally the pride and favourite of the mission.  He was an orphan, whom they had named Christian, and whom they were turning expressly for a priest.  But when Christian was about sixteen, the mission was for the first time disturbed.  Some Protestant missionaries invaded the island itself, and built their house close to the Indian wigwams.  They spoke the language sufficiently to be understood, and took every means of making themselves acceptable to the people.  They were men of great fervour