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
Sur la minuit le flot retournant nous nous embarquasmes, la Lune
nous éclairant, le vent & la marée nous faisoient voler, mon hoste
n'ayant pas voulu tirer du costé que ie luy dis, nous pensasmes nous
perdre dans le port, car comme nous vinsmes pour entrer dans nostre
petite riuiere nous la trouuasmes encore toute glacée, nous voulusmes
approcher du riuage, mais le vent y auoit rangé vn grand banc de glace,
qui se choquoient les vnes les autres nous menaçoient de mort si nous
les abordions, si bien qu'il fallut tourner bride, mettre le cap au
vent & se roidir contre la marée, c'est icy que ie vy les vaillances de
mon hoste, il s'estoit [320] mis deuant comme au lieu le plus important
dans les grands perils, ie le voyois au trauers de l'obscurité de la
nuict qui nous donnoit de l'horreur & augmentait nostre danger, bander
ses nerfs, se roidir contre la mort, tenir nostre petit canot en estat
dans des vagues capables d'engloutir vn grand vaisseau, ie luy crie
_Nicanis ouabichtigoueia_K_hi ouabichtigoueia_k_hi_, mon bien-aymé
à Kebec, à Kebec, tirons là. Quand nous vismes à doubler le saut au
Matelot, c'est le detour de nostre riuiere dans le grand fleuue, vous
l'eussiez veu ceder à vne vague, en couper vne autre par le milieu,
éuiter vne glace, en repousser vne autre, combattre incessamment contre
vn furieux vent de Nordest qu'il auoit en teste.
Toward midnight, the tide again arising, we embarked. The Moon
shone brightly, and wind and tide made us fly. As my host would
not take the direction I advised, we very nearly perished in the
port; for, when we came to enter our little river, we found it
still covered with ice. We tried to approach the banks, but the
wind had piled up great masses of ice there, striking and surging
against each other, which threatened us with death if we approached
them. So we had to veer around and turn our prow to the wind and
work against the tide. It was here I saw the valor of my host.
He had [320] placed himself in front, as the place where the
greatest danger was to be found. I saw him through the darkness
of the night, which filled us with terror while augmenting our
peril, strain every nerve and struggle against death, to keep
our little canoe in position amid waves capable of swallowing up
a great ship. I cried out to him, _Nicanis ouabichtigouciakhi
ouabichtigouciakhi_, "My well-beloved, to Kebec, to Kebec, let us
go there." When we were about to double the Sailor's leap, that is,
the bend where our river enters the great river, you might have
seen him ride over one wave, cut through the middle of another,
dodge one block of ice, and push away another, continually fighting
against a furious Northeast wind which we had in our teeth.
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