Death of Hiokatoo.--Biography.--His Birth--Education.--Goes against the Cherokees, &c.--Bloody Battle, &c.--His success and cruelties in the French War.--Battle at Fort Freeland.--Capts. Dougherty and Boon killed.--His Cruelties in the neighborhood of Cherry Valley, &c.--Indians remove their general Encampment.--In 1782, Col. Crawford is sent to destroy them, &c.--Is met by a Traitor,--Battle.--Crawford's Men surprized.--Irregular Retreat.--Crawford and Doct. Night taken.--Council.--Crawford Condemned and Burnt.--Aggravating Circumstances.--Night is sentenced to be Burnt.--Is Painted by Hiokatoo.--Is conducted off, &c.--His fortunate Escape.--Hiokatoo in the French War takes Col. Canton.--His Sentence.--Is bound on a wild Colt that runs loose three days.--Returns Alive.--Is made to run the Gauntlet.--Gets knocked down, &c.--Is Redeemed and sent Home.--Hiokatoo's Enmity to the Cherokees, &c.--His Height--Strength--Speed, &c. In the month of November 1811, my husband Hiokatoo, who had been sick four years of the consumption, died at the advanced age of one hundred and three years, as nearly as the time could be estimated. He was the last that remained to me of our family connection, or rather of my old friends with whom I was adopted, except a part of one family, which now lives at Tonewanta. Hiokatoo was buried decently, and had all the insignia of a veteran warrior buried with him; consisting of a war club, tomahawk and scalping knife, a powder-flask, flint, a piece of spunk, a small cake and a cup; and in his best clothing. Hiokatoo was an old man when I first saw him; but he was by no means enervated. During the term of nearly fifty years that I lived with him, I received, according to Indian customs, all the kindness and attention that was my due as his wife.--Although war was his trade from his youth till old age and decrepitude stopt his career, he uniformly treated me with tenderness, and never offered an insult. I have frequently heard him repeat the history of his life from his childhood; and when he came to that part which related to his actions, his bravery and his valor in war; when he spoke of the ambush, the combat, the spoiling of his enemies and the sacrifice of the victims, his nerves seemed strung with youthful ardor, the warmth of the able warrior seemed to animate his frame, and to produce the heated gestures which he had practised in middle age. He was a man of tender feelings to his friends, ready and willing to assist them in distress, yet, as a warrior, his cruelties to his enemies perhaps were unparalleled, and will not admit a word of palliation.