The Jesuit Relations and Allied Documents, Vol. 7: Quebec, Hurons, Cape Breton, 1634-1635 — John Shaqi
The Jesuit Relations and Allied Documents, Vol. 7: Quebec, Hurons, Cape Breton, 1634-1635
History
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
[220] Sortans de ceste Isle au gibier nous nauigeasmes tout le
iour & vinsmes descendre sur la nuict dans vne petite Islette
nommé _Atisaoucanich etagoukhi_, c'est à dire lieu où se trouue la
teinture, ie me doute que nos gens luy donnerent ce nom, pource qu'ils
y trouuerent de petites racines rouges, dont ils se seruent pour
teindre leurs _Matachias_. I'appellerois volontiers ce lieu l'Islette
mal-heureuse: car nous y souffrismes beaucoup huict iours durant que
les tempestes nous y retindrent prisonniers. Il estoit nuict quand
nous l'abordasmes, la pluye & les vents nous attaquoient, & ce pendant
à peine peut on trouuer cinq ou six perches pour seruir de poultres
à nostre bastiment, qui fut si petit, si estroit, & si decouuert, &
par vn temps si fascheux, voulant euiter vne incommodité on tomboit
dans deux autres, il se falloit racourcir, ou se rouler en herisson,
sur peine de se brusler la moitié du corps pour nostre souper, & pour
nostre disner tout ensemble: car nous n'auions point mangé depuis le
matin, mon hoste fit ietter à chacun vn morceau de la galette que ie
luy auois [221] donnée, m'aduertissant que nous mangerions sans boire,
car l'eau de ce grand fleuue commence en ce lieu d'estre salée, le
lendemain nous recueillismes de l'eau de pluye, tombée dans des roches
fort sales, & la beusmes auec autant de plaisir qu'on boit le vin d'Aï
en France.
[220] Leaving this Island of game, we sailed all day and toward
nightfall landed at a small Island, called _Atisaoucanich
etagoukhi_, that is, place where dyes are found; I am inclined to
think that our people gave it that name, for they found there some
little red roots which they use in dyeing their _Matachias_.[1]
I would like to call it the Isle of misfortune; for we suffered
a great deal there during the eight days that the storms held us
prisoners. It was night when we disembarked; the rain and wind
attacked us, and in the meantime we could scarcely find five or
six poles to serve as beams for our house,--which was so small, so
narrow, and so exposed for such weather as this, that in trying to
avoid one discomfort we fell into two others. We had to shorten
ourselves, or roll up like hedgehogs, lest we scorch the half of
our bodies. For our supper, and dinner as well, because we had
eaten nothing since morning, my host threw to each one a piece of
the biscuit I had [221] given him, informing me that we were not
to drink anything with our food, as the water of this great river
began to be salty in this place. The next day we collected some
rainwater, which had fallen into dirty rocks, and drank it with as
much enjoyment as they drink the wine of Aï in France.
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