The Jesuit Relations and Allied Documents, Vol. 7: Quebec, Hurons, Cape Breton, 1634-1635
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The Jesuit Relations and Allied Documents, Vol. 7: Quebec, Hurons, Cape Breton, 1634-1635
Canada -- History -- To 1763 (New France); Indians of North America -- Canada; Jesuits -- Missions; Jesuits -- North America
But admire, if you please, the love these barbarians have for each
other. These new guests were not asked why they came upon our
boundaries, if they were not well aware that we were in as great
straits as they were, and that they were coming to take the morsel
out of our mouths. On the contrary, they were received, not with
words, but with deeds; without exterior ceremony, for of this the
Savages have none, but not without charity. They threw them large
pieces of the Moose which had just been killed, [296] without
saying another word but, _mitisoukou_, "eat;" and indeed it would
have been very wrong to ask them then to use their mouths for any
other purpose. While they were eating, a feast was prepared, at
which they were treated generously, I assure you; for the portion
given to each one of them more than filled their _ouragans_, which
are very large.
Le seiziesme du mesme mois nous battismes la campagne, & ne pouuans
arriuer au lieu où nous pretendions, nous ne fismes que gister dans
vne hostelerie que nous dressasmes à la haste, & le lendemain nous
poursuiuismes nostre chemin passans sur vne montagne si haute,
qu'encore que nous ne montassions point iusques au sommet, qui me
paroissoit armé d'horribles rochers, neantmoins le Sorcier me dit, que
si le Ciel obscurcy d'vn broüillard eust esté serain nous eussions
veu à mesme tẽps Kebec & Tadoussac, esloignez l'vn de l'autre de
quarante lieuës pour le moins, ie voyois au dessous de moy auec horreur
des precipices, qui me [297] faisoient trembler, i'apperceuois des
montagnes au milieu de quelques plaines qui me paroissoient comme
des petites tours, ou plustost comme de petits chasteaux, quoy qu'en
effect elles fussent fort grandes & fort hautes: figurez vous quelle
peine ont ces barbares de traisner si haut leur bagage, i'auois de la
peine à monter, i'en trouuois encore plus à descendre: car quoy que
ie m'esloignasse des precipices, neantmoins la pante estoit si roide,
qu'il estoit fort aisé de rouler à bas, & de s'aller fendre la teste
contre vn arbre.
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