In this place where we were, one could hear the crash of the water who fell into the other circle, 
similar to the buzz  the hives make, when three shadows left together, 
while running, a troop who passed under the rain of the cruel martyrdom. 
They came towards us and each one shouted: 
"Stop, you who appears, with such a dress, being somebody of our impure motherland." 

Alas! what wounds I saw on their flesh, as much recent than old, 
burned by the flames! I still suffer from it when I remember. 
When hearing their cries, my guide stopped, turned his eyes towards me and he says: 
"Wait a little; it is necessary to be courteous towards those ones. 
And if it were not of the nature of this place subjected to fire, 
I would say that it would be advisable for you,  rather than for them, to hurry up." 

When we stopped, they started again their sad lamentation; 
when they arrived to us, they started embracing between themselves 
as do the Turks fighters; naked and covered with oil, they do not manage
to take a grip before coming to the attack and to the blows. 

"If our destiny attracks on you some disdain, let our fame on earth 
decides your soul to tell us who you are, you who, with your feet of living being, 
travel through hell like so with so much confidence? We were, in our common city, 
of a higher social class  than you think, this one of whom you see me following the steps,
as naked and skinned that he goes, was of a social class higher than you think.

 He was the First Magistrate of our common city and, during his life, 
he achieves great things by theexcesses of his imagination and of his prodigality. 
The other, who sink in sand behind me, was the State Minister of  the Metropolis 
whose voice, down on earth, was not listened because she did say nothing useful. 
And me, who, with them, undergo the same torment, I was the Prime Minister of the Ministers 
of this region and that my iron hand compensated for the complacency of my subjects. 
"Je me souviens" 
that when we move, everyone feared all around us and that inflated us with pride." 

And I answered to these disturbed souls: 
"I am from your country and from your city and always, I located your names 
engraved everywhere, which, without cease, remplace the names of the old faiths,
on the monuments, on the public signs: names of the parks, names of the bridges 
and of the grand boulevards,  illustrating that way, your actions and your noble deeds 
and the blind adulation that one had towards you, as well as the great sorrow one had 
to lose you, so that one erased from our memory, the heroes of our history 
who had furnished our youths, as well as the memory of our own names, 
to be able that way, to better adulate your names." 

They seemed reassured by my talking then one heard, coming from far, these lamentations:
"See the populous City, she sats far away! 
Great among the cities, Princess among the provinces, 
she is like a whore, reduced to hard work! 

She cries all her nights and her tears run on her breast. None among 
her lovers comforts her. Become her enemies, all her friends betrayed her!

 Like Juda, She is exiled, subjected to oppression, to a hard constraint. 
She remains among the nations without finding rest. 
All her pursuers reach her in places without exit. 

All her ways of Sion are in mourning and no one does come any more to her feasts.
Her princes groan, Her virgins are afflicted. 
All her doors are deserted, she is in the bitterness! 

Her oppressors surround her, her enemies enjoy her, 
And Yahweh afflicts her for her many crimes; 
Her little children are sacrificed in front of the oppressor! 

All splendour was withdrawn from the doughter of Sion.
Her princes are like stags without grazing ground; 
They walk, humiliated in front of whom chase hunted them. 

My City remembers of her misery and of her distress, 
When the people succumbed without help against the adversary. 
Her enemies saw her and laughed at her ruin. 

She sinned seriously my City and becomed an impure thing. 
All those who honoured her now scorn her, whom they saw her nudity.
She turn away and she groans gently.

Her stain sticks to the sides of her dress.
She, fallen so low whodid not think of such an end! 
See, Yahweh, her misery, the sons of David and the renegades 
who isolate themselves on the west they triumph over Her."(1) 

Then when it was silent again, they asked me with a pain in their voice: 
"But tell us if imagination and honor always remain in our City, 
as usual or if they disappeared forever from her, 
because we always torment ourselves of not know it." 

And I answered:
 "The autarky and the worship of  personality generated in you, my city, 
disproportionate pride and the excesses from which you groaned today. 
There is over there, no more imagination nor dreams, there is also no more memory 
and when the memory dies out, man perishes with it; 
over there, one does remember any more... of nothing!" 

I shouted these words, my face raised; the three of them, they heard this answer, looked at each other
as one looks oneself before the truth, the one we do not want to know. 

"If you come to suddenly left these dark places and if you turn back
 to contemplate the stars, when it will be pleasant for you to say: 
"I went down below!", 
do in such a way not to reveal our presence in these places 
for  that no one erased us from their memory." 

Then they broke the circle and they appeared  to fly rather than to walk
and one could not have said "amen"  in such a short time 
that they did to disappear; then it appeared good for my Master, to leave. 
I followed him; we had  walked only a short while when a noise of water 
appeared to us, so close that we could hardly hear our own words. 

It was a river with changing waters, which descended from a vast reservoir in the north of the north, 
which, below, was coupled with the Manouane and which became violent at Rapide Blanc, 
then from the Rivière-aux-Rats, savage up to the Matawin, crossed 
a Grand-Mère in  turmoil, from where it slide more slowly 
to the great river where it believed to agglomerate and to form Trois-Rivières. 

In this river lay many rigid and inanimate bodies, which descended the river in calm; 
other times, tumbling down the rapids, they struck themselves violently 
to the rocks while making hear groanings of pain; there, on their failing bodies, 
hanged up to the stones, one could saw devils which run in unstable balance, 
like nimble "draveurs on the embâcles"; they violently pricked the bodies 
with their sharp-edged peaks to throw them in the speedy water, 
so that one heard their complaints, very a long after our passage.

I heard voices who came from I do not know where, who approached 
and who became perceptible, so that I could distinguished the swearwords
 and the blasphemies but still did not know from where they came. 

Then my guide made me look upward in the sky and he says: 
"Look, it is the "Chasse-galerie", 
these loggers who, to be able to make love to their lover a whole night, 
will have to fornicate with the devil a whole eternity." 

And I saw, who came right towards us, an immense boat made of bark, filled 
with over-excited paddlers and devils which were used as driving forces. 
They passed above our heads, so quickly that we only had the time to turn our head 
to see it disappear, in the same direction where the long river precipitates. 
Here and there along the river, some lugubrious monsters sailed on the water 
moving white turbulent scums of water; with sharp pace, they drew, in direction 
of the river mouth, the worn up bodies of the torture victims, pulled by a "baume", 
like an unsurmontable barrier, formed of other more robust souls, enchained between 
themselves, and which made on the smooth water, a drawing in the shape of a vagina. 

When they reached the place which precedes the large river, where water becomes again 
even calmer, the  bodies,  inert and stripped of their bark, where hoistedup higher 
by a carpet which seemed to roll on itself; they were delivered to motionless 
and  monsters avid of blood, whose sharp-edged teeth and the sharpened members,
 shredded their flesh  in thin chips and fine thin straps, which then, were going  to be transformed 
into malleable paste in immense vats filled with burning acid.

 I could not, dear reader, to transmit all the pain of my soul  to the sight of this spectacle, 
and I worried, to my Master, of the contradiction which arised to my eyes: 
"Master, how each one of these souls will be able to recover its carnal envelope 
during the Last Judgement, after such a dispersion of its human molecules?" 

To that, my Master answered: 
"I see that you have difficulty in comprehend the mysteries of God, 
wish from the experience of Jeanne and have faith, all the rest will come from itself." 

At this place where the rivers melt, at the bottom of a hill, there was a garden 
in the center of which troned, full with arrogance, the statue of a strange Divinity. 
Around it were assembled with respect, what appeared to me as  faithful ones, 
a learned assembly of human beings of all social conditions: clerks, connetables, 
patronesses, elegant characters and common peoples, 
many politicians from another time and some others of our time. 

They paid homage to the Divinity by sacrificing to him, orphans,
little boys and small innocent girls, that the divinity swallowed down, 
such as Moloch would have done it, to appaise the fears of the people. 
I approached to better be able to see and at a short distance, one could hear
 the prayers and supplications of the unmarried mothers as well as the complaints of the children. 

I save you the pain of these complaints  but the prayers,
 if I have good memory, said about this: 
"Our "Cheuf" which is in Hell, who carry so well the title of "Le Noblet", that 
your reign revives on earth and that your will reappears there as in Hell; 
we give you your daily bread, we forgive you for your offences 
as we request forgiveness to those whom we sacrifice and, free us 
of this evil who lie in wait for us, wanting to do without a "Cheuf" such as you!" (2)

We had left in silence this place which had left us in much sorrow. 
After one moment, my Master spoke as if he was speaking to himself or to several ones: 
"Ah, how careful you must be, with those who do not scan only your acts, 
but whose suspicions invade even your dreams! 

You must, as much as you can, close your mouth or flee very far because, 
without have sin, you can be accused of lie, because truth 
can appear to be a lie to those whose function is to manage the conscience. 

Know that it is necessary a sacrifice, no matters guilty or not, the sacrificed one be, 
because it is the function of a sacrifice, to offer to Moloch the blood of an innocent 
to alleviate the apprehensive crowd who vociferates."