New York (State) -- History -- Colonial period, ca. 1600-1775 -- Sources
suffocate and die with the stench. I remembered then poor Jonas, and I
prayed our Lord, Ne fugerem a facie Domini, that I might not hide
myself before his face, and that I might not withdraw far from his
wishes; but on the contrary, infatuaret omnia consilia quae non essent
ad suam gloriam, I prayed him to overthrow all the counsels which
should not tend to this glory, and to detain me in the country of those
infidels, if he did not approve my retreat and my flight. The second
night of my voluntary prison, the minister of the Dutch came to tell me
that the Iroquois had indeed made some disturbance, and that the Dutch
inhabitants of the country were afraid that they would set fire to
their houses or kill their cattle; they have reason to fear them, since
they have armed them with good arquebuses. To that I answer: Si
propter me orta est tempestas, projicite me in mare: "If the storm has
risen on my account, I am ready to appease it by losing my life;" I
had never the wish to escape to the prejudice of the least man of their
settlement. Finally, it was necessary to leave my cavern; all the
mariners were offended at this, saying that the promise of security had
been given me in case I could set foot in the ship, and that I was
withdrawn at the moment when it would be requisite to bring me thither
if I were not there; that I had put myself in peril of life by escaping
upon their words; that it must needs be kept, whatever the cost. I
begged that I be allowed to go forth, since the captain who had
disclosed to me the way of my flight was asking for me. I went to find
him in his house, where he kept me concealed; these goings and these
comings having occurred by night, I was not yet discovered. I might
indeed have alleged some reasons in all these encounters; but it was
not for me to speak in my own cause, but rather to follow the orders of
others, to which I submitted with good heart. Finally, the captain told
me that it was necessary to yield quietly to the storm, and wait until
the minds of the savages should be pacified; and that every one was of
this opinion. So there I was, a voluntary prisoner in his house, from
which I am writing back to you the present letter. And if you ask my
thoughts in all these adventures, I will tell you.
First, that that ship which had wished to save my life, sailed without
me.
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