Canada -- History -- 1763-1867; Canada -- History -- To 1763 (New France)
Such terrible experiences were not confined to Montreal alone, or
even to Quebec and Three Rivers. About the whole country the
Iroquois prowled like wild beasts. Especially did they frequent the
northern outlets of the Ottawa River to waylay the friendly Hurons in
their passage to the St. Lawrence, bringing furs for barter to the
French. Observing this, Governor Montmagny set about building a fort
at the mouth of the Richelieu River, and notwithstanding the attempts
of 700 Iroquois to destroy it and kill the workmen, it was completed
in a short time and christened Fort Richelieu. Forced to retreat,
the savages managed to carry off with them a Jesuit priest, Father
Isaac Jogues, and two young students named Goupil and Couture, who
were coming down the river with a party of fur-hunters. They did not
kill their prisoners at once, as they expected, but, after putting
them through a course of dreadful tortures, carried them to the home
of one of their tribes, the Mohawks. After cutting off Goupil's
thumb with a clam-shell, so as to prolong the pain, they scalped him
and flung his body down a steep waterfall. Couture, adopted into the
tribe, turned Mohawk in order to save his life.
After a time Father Jogues was taken by the Iroquois in one of their
trading visits to the Dutch of New Netherlands, now called New York.
This is the first time any of the French in Canada had any
communication with the European settlers to {68} the south of them,
in what are now known as the United States. The Dutch Governor of
Albany took pity on the poor Jesuit priest and helped him to escape.
Ultimately he was sent back in a ship to France, where he thrilled
the King and Court by the sight of his wounds and the story of his
wonderful adventures. Never once had he lost courage, but went on
baptizing Indian children and giving the sacrament to the dying.
Once when no water was forthcoming to baptize a Huron prisoner in the
throes of death, Jogues shook off a few scant drops of dew which
still clung to an ear of maize that had been thrown to him for food.
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