July 24, 1616

I have experienced a surplus of hardships over the past ten or nine months. It all began after I had been struck with the arrows in September. After the battle, the Huron’s insisted that I spend the winter with them in order to properly recuperate from my injuries. Much to my dismay I realized staying with the Huron’s was the best choice for me at this point.
I summoned up the courage to go on the Huron’s great deer hunt. Unfortunately, when I stopped to sit down and give my leg a rest, I fell asleep. When I woke up I realized I was all alone and I did not know what to do. For three days I had to kill to eat and I was praying that someone would find me, when finally a group of Indians found me and brought me to their village. I stayed with them for the winter; I left their village on May 22, 1616 and I arrived in Quebec on July 11 of the same year. I returned to France on July 20 and could not have been happier that the mayhem was now over.