The acrid smell of burnt gunpowder drifted over Harry's face, stinging his eyes, momentarily blinding him. His ears rang with the sound of gunfire and the screams of the panicked Indians. He wondered how he had gotten here. Legend has it that a whole village of Beothuk were herded to a point of land near Hant's Harbour, Newfoundland, and all were slaughtered, men, women and children. Maybe this is how it happened.