There was a time in the not-too-distant past when it was universally recognized, even among heathens, that there was no finer companion when camping than a Franciscan priest.
Whether the campers faced Arctic cold, endless drizzle, mosquitoes or famine, nothing raised the spirit more than this camper.
Nobody ennobled the weak or raised spirits more. The fearful took heart. Congenital liars embraced truth. Sober men took to song. In his presence, those inclined to strong drink grew agreeable.
Lo, no other companion has ever rendered such service to so many or done it with endless humility and never an unkind word.
Such is the eternal and universal appeal of the common campfriar.