"Tell me father", the Native asked the Oblate Priest; "what is the white mans' heaven?"

" It is the most beautiful place in the world", replied the priest."

"Then tell me Father, is it like the land of the little trees when the ice has left the lake? 

Are the great musk-oxen there?

Are the hills covered with flowers?

There, will I see the caribou everywhere I look?

Are the lakes blue with the sky of summer?

Is every net full of great, fat whitefish?

Is there room for me in this land, like our land, the barrens?

Can I camp anywhere and not find someone has camped?

Can I feel the wind and be like the wind?

Father, if your Heaven in not like all these things, then leave me alone in my land

- the land of little sticks".