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Formerly
,
this
bark
was
only
reduced
to
powder
,
which
bore
the
name
of
"
Jesuits
'
Powder
,
"
because
,
in
1649
,
the
Jesuits
of
Rome
received
a
considerable
quantity
from
their
mission
in
America
.
This
last
day
of
the
journey
passed
without
other
incident
.
Evening
came
and
the
halt
was
organized
for
the
whole
night
as
usual
.
Till
then
it
had
not
rained
,
but
the
weather
was
preparing
to
change
,
for
a
warm
mist
rose
from
the
soil
and
soon
found
a
thick
fog
.
They
were
touching
,
in
fact
,
on
the
rainy
season
.
Fortunately
,
the
next
day
,
a
comfortable
shelter
would
be
hospitably
offered
to
the
little
troop
.
There
were
only
a
few
hours
to
elapse
.
Though
,
according
to
Harris
,
who
could
only
establish
his
calculation
by
the
time
which
the
journey
had
lasted
,
they
could
not
be
more
than
six
miles
from
the
farm
,
the
ordinary
precautions
were
taken
for
the
night
.
Tom
and
his
companions
would
watch
one
after
the
other
.
Dick
Sand
insisted
that
nothing
should
be
neglected
in
that
respect
.
Less
than
ever
,
would
he
depart
from
his
habitual
prudence
,
for
a
terrible
suspicion
was
incrusted
in
his
mind
;
but
he
did
not
wish
to
say
anything
yet
.
The
retiring
to
rest
had
been
made
at
the
feet
of
a
group
of
large
trees
.
Fatigue
aiding
,
Mrs.
Weldon
and
hers
were
already
asleep
,
when
they
were
awakened
by
a
great
cry
.
"
Eh
!
what
's
the
matter
?
"
asked
Dick
Sand
,
quickly
,
who
was
on
his
feet
first
of
all
.
"
It
is
I
!
it
is
I
who
have
cried
!
"
replied
Cousin
Benedict
.
"
And
what
is
the
matter
with
you
?
"
asked
Mrs.
Weldon
.
"
I
have
just
been
bit
!
"
