The Hurons stared at the giant young Norman, as tall and broad as they, a Jesuit priest robed in black and with a full black beard on his gentle face. He was to live among them for nineteen years, patiently and with enormous difficulty learning their ways and language, and with infinite pains leading a small band of them into the Christian faith and away from the blood lusts of their violent life.
He would eat their raw bear and moose meat, paddle many months and many miles in their canoes, build his rough chapel surrounded by their long houses, and win their respect and love. At length, joined by other "Blackrobes," Father Jean de Br beuf erected a bit of Old France, with church and stockade, in the Canadian wilderness.
Never disturbed by fears for his own safety, Father de Br beuf saw his village chapels burned, his converts shunned and tortured, and his fellow priests murdered by the Iroquois, the enemy of the Hurons. Finally, his own death came at their hands after incredible tortures.
This swift-paced book, more than a biography of a great saint whose story has never before been completely told in English, is a vital chapter in the tragic history of New France in North America three centuries ago, a story of the failure of colonization partially redeemed by the blood of the martyrs of the Church.
