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I sailed back to New France in 1615, and my Native allies and I were determined to win another battle against the Iroquois. The Huron promised that they would send in 500 warriors. My group was attacked with many poisoned arrows. A lot of the Huron were injured, and so was I. I was shot in the leg twice. When the 500 Huron allies did not arrive, I had no choice but to admit defeat. The Huron felt betrayed and refused to give me a canoe to go back to Habitation.