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
Having escaped this danger, we would have liked to land; but an
army of icebergs, summoned by the raging wind, barred our entrance.
So we went on as far as the fort, coasting along the shores, and
sought in the darkness [323 i.e., 321] a little gleam of light or a
small opening among these masses of ice. My host having perceived
a rerin, or turn, which is at the bottom of the fort, where the
ice did not move, as it was outside the current of wind, he turned
away with his paddle three or four dreadful masses of it which
he encountered, and dashed in. He leaped quickly from the Canoe,
fearing the return of the ice, crying, _Capatau_, "Let us land;"
the trouble was, that the ice was so high and densely packed
against the bank, that it was all I could do to reach to the top
of it with my hands; I did not know what to take hold of to pull
myself out of the Canoe, and to climb up upon these icy shores.
With one hand I took hold of my host's foot, and with the other
seized a piece of ice which happened to project, and threw myself
into a place of safety with the other two. A clumsy fellow becomes
agile on such occasions. All being out of the Canoe, they seized it
at both ends and placed it in safety; and, when this was done, we
all three looked at each other, and my host, taking a long breath,
said to me, _nicanis khegat nipiacou_, "My good friend, a little
more, and we would have perished;" he still felt horror over the
gravity of our danger. It is true that [324 i.e., 322] if he had
not had the arms of a Giant (he is a large and powerful man), and
an ingenuity uncommon among either Frenchmen or Savages, either a
wave would have swallowed us up, or the wind would have upset us,
or an iceberg would have crushed us. Or rather let us say, if God
had not been our Pilot, the waves which beat against the shores of
our home would have been our sepulchre. In truth, whoever dwells
among these people can say with the Prophet King, _anima mea in
manibus meis semper_. Only a little while ago one of our Frenchmen
was drowned, under like circumstances, yet less dangerous, for
there was no longer any ice.
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