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Jean De Brebecoming: A Short Story

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As I sit here in the darkness, I feel the cold harsh winter winds and hear the howling of wolves in the distance. My body aches, I am battered and bruised. The Iroquois attacked our village yesterday. They are a savage bunch with the brute strength of heathens. There was so much blood shed, so much pain and violence. Gabriel and I were captured and tortured for hours. We have been tied and bound to a stake. They are collecting fire wood to build a raging fire and burn us to death. I am not afraid of death. I am anxious to transition from this mortal life to the afterlife and be with my Father in Heaven. As I await my fate, I must reflect on my life’s journey….. I, Jean de Brebeuf was born on March 25, 1593 in Normandy France. I had a typical childhood in my middle class European home with my family. I had a …show more content…

They were nomad hunters and the mission was a very harsh one. My superiors decided that it would be best for me to do my next mission amongst the Huron people as they have a settlement and are a farming and trading tribe. This would make my work of teaching and converting them to Christianity a bit easier. And so it was, I was off to Huronia. It was a very hard and cold winter. The journey to the village took us over a month to complete as we travelled by canoe down the St. Lawrence with many portages thru very dense forests. It was a great and beautiful country but it was full of very dangerous …show more content…

It also served to keep the wildlife such as bears and wolves out. Inside, the village was impressive, with many structures built by the Huron, great big Longhouses, in which many families lived together. The Huron people are very resourceful and

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