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A Winter of Famine by Lake Superior

Draft: this translation has not yet been checked against the original by a separate review.

Written
events of the winter of 1659–1660; written about 1668–1669
Place
The country southwest of Lake Superior
Language
English
Kind of source
travel account
Reading time
5 minutes
Difficulty
Challenging
Intensity
High

Northeast WoodlandsFood, farming and hungerTrade and markets

Versions

The edited translation, in simplified modern English. Bracketed words were added for clarity; [...] marks a cut. Tap a note number to read the note.

[...] By the noise we made, the beasts heard us a great way off. So famine came among the many who had not provided beforehand and lived on what they got that day, never thinking of the next. It grew worse and worse every day.

To add to our misery, we received news of the Octanaks,1 who were about a hundred and fifty, with their families. They had quarreled with the Hurons on the island we had come from some years before, in the lake of the staring hairs,2 and had come on purpose to make war against them the next summer. But let us see if they brought us anything to live on. No: they were worse provided than we were. Having no hunters, they were reduced to famine.

But, O cursed greed, what are you going to do? It would be far better to see a band of rogues perish than to see ourselves in danger of perishing by that cruel scourge. Hearing that they had knives and hatchets, [others] took the food of their poor children away from them.3 Yes, whatever they have, those dogs must have their share. They are the most cursed, the most useless, the most infamous and cowardly people that I have seen among the eighty nations4 that I have dealt with.

O you poor people, you shall have their booty, but you shall pay dearly for it! Everyone cries out with hunger. The women become barren and dry as wood. You men must eat your bowstrings, since you no longer have the strength to use the bow. Children, you must die. Frenchmen, you called yourselves gods of the earth, so that you would be feared, for your own profit. Yet you shall taste the bitterness, and be only too happy if you escape. Where is the time past? Where is the plenty you had in all places and countries? Every day a new family of these poor people came to us, half dead, for they were nothing but skin and bones.

How could we have the strength to make a hole in the snow to lie down in? We did not have the strength to drag our snowshoes after us,5 or to cut a little wood to make a fire to keep us from the bitter cold, which is extreme in those countries in its season. Oh! If the music we heard could have given us comfort, we did not lack mournful music, or sad sights. In the morning the husband looked at his wife, the brother at his sister, the cousin at the cousin, the uncle at the nephew, and for the most part they were found dead. They wasted away with cries and hideous noise, enough to make the hair stand on end on anyone with feeling. Good God, have mercy on so many poor innocent people, and on us who acknowledge you, who have offended you and whom you punish.6

But we were not free of that cruel executioner. Those who had any life left looked for roots, which could not be done without great difficulty, since the earth was frozen two or three feet deep, with five or six feet of snow above it. The most food we could get was from a vine bark that grows like ivy around the trees.7 To swallow it, we cut the stems about two feet long, tied them in bundles, and boiled them. When they had boiled an hour or two, the bark or skin came off easily. We took it, dried it in the smoke, and then ground it into powder between two grinding stones. Then we put the kettle with the same water back on the fire and made a kind of broth of it. It nourished us, but we became thirstier and drier than the wood we ate. The first two weeks we ate our dogs. As we went back over our tracks to find anything to fill our bellies, we were glad to get the bones and carcasses of the beasts we had killed. And happy was he who could get what another threw away after it had been boiled three or four times to get the goodness out of it. We came up with another plan: to grind to powder those bones, and what was left of crows and dogs. We put it all together half a foot underground and made a fire on top. We covered it all well with earth, so that it felt the heat, and then boiled it again, and it gave more froth than before. Next we ate the skins that had been saved to make our shoes, clothes, and stockings, and even most of the skins of our lodges, the beaver skins, which the children had soiled more than a hundred times.8 We burned the hair off on the coals; the rest went down our throats, and we ate heartily these most loathsome things. We went at it so eagerly that our gums bled like someone newly wounded. Wood was our food for the rest of that sorrowful time. Finally we became the very image of death. We very often made mistakes, taking the living for the dead and the dead for the living. We lacked the strength to drag the dead out of the lodges, or if we did when we could, it was only to put them four paces away in the snow. At the end the wrath of God began to ease, and he took pity on his poor creatures. If I were to tell all that happened to us in that strange disaster, a great volume would not hold it. More than 500 died here, men, women, and children. It was time to come out of such miseries. Our bodies could not hold out any longer.

[...] We began to look better every day.

Notes

  1. Radisson's name for a people newly arrived among them. Who they were is uncertain. back
  2. Radisson's name for a lake further east; which one is uncertain. back
  3. Iron knives and hatchets were the most valued trade goods. The sentence is unclear; Radisson seems to say the newcomers' food was taken from them in exchange for iron tools. back
  4. “Fourscore,” eighty. The figure is Radisson's own. back
  5. Snowshoes, which Radisson calls “rackets” because they look like the rackets of the French game of tennis. back
  6. The belief that God sends famine or disease to punish sin. Radisson prays for mercy in these terms. back
  7. Radisson's “rind tree which grows like ivy” is a climbing vine; which plant is uncertain. back
  8. Beaver skins, used as bedding and covers in the lodges. back