Captives among the Indians : $b first-hand narratives of Indian wars, customs, tortures, and habits of life in colonial timesRowlandson, Mary White
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Captives among the Indians : $b first-hand narratives of Indian wars, customs, tortures, and habits of life in colonial times
Rowlandson, Mary White
Indian captivities -- Northeastern States
As I was at this time unacquainted with this mode of firing and yelling
of the savages, I concluded that there were thousands of Indians there
ready to receive General Braddock; but what added to my surprise, I saw
numbers running towards me, stripped naked, excepting breech-clouts,
and painted in the most hideous manner, of various colors, though the
principal color was vermilion, or a bright red; yet there was annexed
to this black, brown, blue, etc. As they approached, they formed
themselves into two long ranks, about two or three rods apart. I was
told by an Indian that could speak English that I must run betwixt
these ranks, and that they would flog me all the way as I ran; and if I
ran quick, it would be so much the better, as they would quit when I
got to the end of the ranks. There appeared to be a general rejoicing
around me, yet I could find nothing like joy in my breast; but I
started to the race with all the resolution and vigor I was capable of
exerting, and found that it was as I had been told, for I was flogged
the whole way. When I had got near the end of the lines I was struck
with something that appeared to me to be a stick, or the handle of a
tomahawk, which caused me to fall to the ground. On my recovering my
senses I endeavored to renew my race; but, as I arose, some one cast
sand in my eyes, which blinded me so that I could not see where to run.
They continued beating me most intolerably, until I was at length
insensible; but before I lost my senses I remember my wishing them to
strike the fatal blow, for I thought they intended killing me, but
apprehended they were too long about it.
The first thing I remember was my being in the fort amidst the French
and Indians, and a French doctor standing by me, who had opened a vein
in my left arm: after which the interpreter asked me how I did. I told
him I felt much pain. The doctor then washed my wounds, and the bruised
places of my body with French brandy. As I felt faint, and the brandy
smelt well, I asked for some inwardly, but the doctor told me, by the
interpreter, that it did not suit my case.
When they found I could speak, a number of Indians came around me, and
examined me, with threats of cruel death if I did not tell the truth.
The first question they asked me was how many men were there in the
party that were coming from Pennsylvania to join Braddock? I told them
the truth, that there were three hundred. The next question was, were
they well armed? I told them they were all well armed (meaning the arm
of flesh), for they had only about thirty guns among the whole of them;
which if the Indians had known they would certainly have gone and cut
them all off; therefore I could not in conscience let them know the
defenceless situation of these road-cutters. I was then sent to the
hospital, and carefully attended by the doctors, and recovered quicker
than what I expected.
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