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. 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, leading a small band of them into the Christian faith.

At length, joined by other Blackrobes, Father Jean de Brébeuf erected a bit of Old France, with church and stockade, in the Canadian wilderness. Yet he saw his village chapels burned, his converts shunned and tortured, and his fellow priests murdered by the Iroquois, the enemy of the Hurons. Never disturbed by fears for his own safety, he also died at their hands after incredible tortures in 1649.

This swift-paced book is more than a biography of a great saint. It is a vital chapter in the tragic history of New France in North America, a story of the failure of colonization partially redeemed by the blood of the martyrs of the Church.