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
The warriors came next, and were received by the people with great
ceremony, and regaled with the best of all that their fishing supplied.
They bade us sing. Judge whether we could do so, fasting, worn down by
marching, broken by their blows, and shivering from head to foot with
cold.
Shortly after, a Huron slave brought me a little Indian corn, and a
captain, who saw me all trembling with cold, at last, at my entreaty,
gave me back the half of an old summer cassock, all in tatters, which
served to cover rather than warm me.
We had to sing till the warriors went away, and were then left at the
mercy of the youths, who made us come down from the scaffold, where we
had been about two hours, to make us dance in their fashion; and,
because I did not succeed, nor indeed knew how, they beat me, pricked
me, plucked out my hair, my beard, etc.
They kept us five or six days in this place for their pastime, leaving
us at the discretion or indiscretion of every one. We were obliged to
obey even the children, and that in things unreasonable, and often
contradictory. "Sing!" cries one. "Hold your tongue!" says another. If
I obeyed the first, the latter tormented me. "Stretch out your hand; I
want to burn it." Another burned it because I did not extend it to
_him_. They commanded me to take fire between the fingers to put
in their pipes, full of tobacco, and then let it fall on the ground
purposely four or five times, one after another, to make me burn myself
picking it up each time.
These scenes usually took place at night. Towards evening the captains
cried in fearful voices around the cabins, "Gather, ye young men; come
and caress our prisoners!"
On this they flocked together, and assembled in some large cabin. There
the remnant of dress which had been given me was torn off, leaving me
naked. Then some goaded me with pointed sticks; some burned me with
firebrands or red-hot stones, while others used burning ashes or hot
coals. They made me walk around the fire on hot ashes, under which they
had stuck sharp sticks in the ground. Some plucked out my hair, others
my beard.
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