A journal containing an accurate and interesting account of the hardships, sufferings, battles, defeat, and captivity of those heroic Kentucky volunteers and regulars, commanded by General Winchester, in the year 1812-13: Also, two narratives, by men that were wounded in the battles on the River Raisin, and taken captive by the IndiansDarnell, Elias
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A journal containing an accurate and interesting account of the hardships, sufferings, battles, defeat, and captivity of those heroic Kentucky volunteers and regulars, commanded by General Winchester, in the year 1812-13: Also, two narratives, by men that were wounded in the battles on the River Raisin, and taken captive by the Indians
Darnell, Elias
Kentucky. Militia; United States -- History -- War of 1812 -- Personal narratives
was--when we started--and if there were any more coming. In reply to
these questions, I gave him but little satisfaction. After this they
spread blankets down, and made signs for me to go to bed. I did, and
soon fell asleep, as I was much fatigued and had not slept much for
four nights past. Early next morning, the Indian collected his family
and all his property, and started: I knew not where he was going; he
gave me a knapsack and gun to carry. Now I despaired of getting with
the other prisoners, unless I could desert from the Indians! I expected
I would be taken to an Indian town, there to undergo a disagreeable
adoption, or to be burned to death with firebrands. As he took me near
Fort Malden, I took as good a view of it as I could while I passed
it. It stands about thirty yards from the river bank. I judged it to
be seventy or eighty yards square; the wall appeared to be built of
timber and clay. The side, from the river, was not walled, but had
double pickets, and entrenched round, about four feet deep; and in
the entrenchment was the second row of pickets. As we went on through
the edge of town (Amherstburg) I asked an Englishman where the other
prisoners were? He said they were in town, in a wood-yard; the Indian
hurried me along and would not let me talk to the Englishman. The
Indian had a little horse, packed with his plunder, which I resolved to
take, if possible, and ride into town that night.
He took me to his place of residence, about three miles from Malden. I
was anxious for the approach of night, so that I might make my escape.
While I was consoling myself with the anticipation of seeing my fellow
sufferers at Malden, night made its approach. Some time after dark the
Indian spread blankets down, and made signs for me to lie down, and put
my coat, shoes, and socks, under his own head. I wanted him to leave my
socks on, for my feet would get cold; he made signs to warm them by the
fire. Thus I was sadly disappointed.
Next day he examined all his plunder. He had a very good suit of
clothes, besides several other coats, socks, shoes, &c.; among these
were Wesley’s Sermons and a great many papers, which he gave me to
read. I found several old letters, but nothing of value. He discovered
I wanted to shave, and got his razor, shaving-box, and a piece of
glass, and made signs for me to shave. After this, I lay down on some
blankets and fell asleep. He came and awoke me, and gave me a twist of
tobacco, which I received as a token of friendship. In a short time
after, he started to Malden, and made signs for me to stay there till
he would come back. He returned in the evening with a blanket, tied
full of loaves of bread, just out of the oven, besides some meat. The
Indians always gave me a plenty to eat; and served me before any of the
family, with more politeness than I expected to find amongst them. He
had drawn some money. I asked him to let me look at it. I found it to
be pieces of cards with the number of livres written on them.
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