We made about fourteen leagues in crossing to the other side of
the Lake, in a southerly direction, towards the territories of
the enemy. The Indians concealed all their canoes in the woods
near the shore. We made by land about four leagues over a sandy
beach, where I noticed a very agreeable and beautiful country,
traversed by many small streams, and two small rivers which
empty into the said Lake. Also many ponds and meadows, abounding
in an infinite variety of game, numerous vines, and fine woods,
a great number of chestnut trees, the fruit of which was yet in
its covering. Although very small, it was of good flavour. All
the canoes being thus concealed, we left the shore of the Lake,
which is about eighty leagues long and twenty-five wide, the
greater part of it being inhabited by Indians along its banks,
and continued our way by land about twenty-five or thirty
leagues. During four days we crossed numerous streams and a
river issuing from a lake which empties into that of the
_Entouhonorons_. This Lake, which is about twenty-five or thirty
leagues in circumference, contains several beautiful islands,
and is the place where our Iroquois enemies catch their fish,
which are there in great abundance. On the 9th of October, our
people being on a scout, encountered eleven Indians whom they
took prisoners, namely, four women, three boys, a girl, and
three men, who were going to the fishery, distant four leagues
from the enemies' fort. . . . The next day, about three o'clock
in the afternoon, we arrived before the fort. . . . Their
village was enclosed with four strong rows of interlaced
palisades, composed of large pieces of wood, thirty feet high,
not more than half a foot apart and near an unfailing body of
water. . . . We were encamped until the 16th of the month. . . .
As the five hundred men did not arrive, the Indians decided to
leave by an immediate retreat and began to make baskets in which
to carry the wounded, who were placed in them doubled in a heap,
and so bent and tied as to render it impossible for them to
stir, any more than an infant in its swaddling clothes, and not
without great suffering, as I can testify, having been carried
several days on the back of one of our Indians, thus tied and
imprisoned, which made me lose all patience. As soon as I had
strength to sustain myself I escaped from this prison, or to
speak plainly, from this hell.
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