Behzad

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 * - Journal Entry One/ The Journal of Françios Patuine: **

====//I am slowly growing impatient; these savages do not wish to comply. I am doubting if this was a good idea or not. If i did not pledge an allegiance with Champlain, I could have been safe and warm with my wife and son. Instead i am living here in New France and forced to take the life style of a scum. Yet only my good deed can help these simple people find their way. I have settled among the Huron with my fellow Jesuit missionaries. Word of a massive execution reached us today informing of the Algonquin's rebellion to our faith. They slaughtered three missionaries that were trying to convert their tribe's woman. We have only come here to help, yet all of this is being put aside because of their pity beliefs. I cannot even estimate how much longer the pine boards of this huts walls will keep me safe. I hear the gust of the strong winds creeping my small home and waiting for the right moment to unleash its power. A few members of the native group have been convinced by Theodor and me today to convert to the Catholic faith. Their baptism will commence tomorrow morning when the sun comes up. I pray in knowing that they have made the right choice and I can only hope that the rest of their people can see what they have seen. The wind has suddenly started to attack the walls of my small hut and what seemed to be a torches flame slowly got closer to my quarters. The wind blew in and through my black robes of cloth and silk and gave my body a fierce chill. The berries and currants that i had found this morning are now scattered across the dirt floor. I can hear native chanting, and an aggressive tone is present in their voice. They have come to kill me and this time i am sure of it. If anyone finds my journal, please tell Jeanne Mance...// ====


 * - Journal Entry Two/ The Journal of Jeanne Mance: **

**//I cannot believe this; how could he be gone. A man who was once my best friend has been murdered by disobedient native savages. If only I knew what his last thoughts were. If only I knew what he was going to say to me? I was shocked when I received the letter at Mr. Nap’s, daughter’s wedding. I did not even expect to meet Ambros Heidel there. It had been such a long time before we last had seen each other and it seemed this time impoverishment was catching up on the poor fellow. Yet, I should take rest from my deep thoughts. It has only been a month past the time I arrived back in New France, after traveling across the Atlantic Ocean once again. I slowly believe that I am falling for Jean Pierre. He showed some interest in his pity attempts to flirt with me, yet he is a very nice man. He is an excellent fisherman and caught the most impressive sturgeon. Yet, I am still stuck in this disappointing home in Ville Marie as I gaze at the pine wood holding my home together. Even to this date it still gives a true authentic feel to that of my home. As satisfying as being a nurse is, I feel like there is more for me to contribute. I have had a growing idea for a long while and I believe I am ready to share it to my fellow members of the “Société Notre – Dame De Montréal.” I want to get the full support of my peers so that I may have the dream of building, “L’Hôtel – Dieu.” I have tried very valiantly to keep this colony strong yet I do not want all of that I contribute to go in vein. As I have played a great role in creating the foundation for the missionary colony here in New France; I believe that is it time for a well deserved break. I will need to get ready for my noon hour sleigh ride with the Réadements and I can only ponder as to where I have put my tailored silk dress. I should find it soon for noon draws near.//**

-Bibliography:

J.Badley Cruxton. Community Canda. Oxford University Press. Toronto. 1993, Pages 187-202. 971. or Nee. Rosemary Neering. Life in New France. Oxford Universtiy Press. London. 1998. Pages 20-27.