My father, the chief of our village, made a deal with the Frenchman, , the chief of his people. My father accepted pots and axes and food in exchange for taking two frenchmen to the Huron Indians. One man, named Father la Forge, was a priest, we called him Blackrobe because he wore a black robe. The other frenchman was a young man who wanted to be a priest. He knew our language almost as good as we did. His name was Daniel. This letter is reflective of all that has happened to our people and all people like us. My name is Annuka. My f ....