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
These young women then led me up to the council-house, where some of
the tribe were ready with new clothes for me. They gave me a new
ruffled shirt, which I put on, also a pair of leggings done off with
ribbons and beads, likewise a pair of moccasons and garters dressed
with beads, porcupine quills, and red hair--also a tinsel-laced cappo.
They again painted my head and face with various colors, and tied a
bunch of red feathers to one of those locks they had left on the crown
of my head, which stood up five or six inches. They seated me on a
bearskin, and gave me a pipe, tomahawk, and pole-cat skin pouch, which
had been skinned pocket fashion, and contained tobacco, killegenico, or
dry sumach leaves, which they mix with their tobacco; also spunk,
flint, and steel. When I was thus seated, the Indians came in dressed
and painted in their grandest manner. As they came in they took their
seats, and for a considerable time there was a profound silence--every
one was smoking; but not a word was spoken among them. At length one of
the chiefs made a speech, which was delivered to me by an interpreter,
and was as followeth: "My son, you are now flesh of our flesh, and bone
of our bone. By the ceremony which was performed this day every drop of
white blood was washed out of your veins; you are taken into the
Caughnewaga nation, and initiated into a warlike tribe; you are adopted
into a great family, and now received with great seriousness and
solemnity in the room and place of a great man. After what has passed
this day, you are now one of us by an old strong law and custom. My
son, you have now nothing to fear--we are now under the same
obligations to love, support, and defend you that we are to love and to
defend one another; therefore, you are to consider yourself as one of
our people." At this time I did not believe this fine speech,
especially that of the white blood being washed out of me; but since
that time I have found out that there was much sincerity in said
speech; for, from that day, I never knew them to make any distinction
between me and themselves in any respect whatever until I left them. If
they had plenty of clothing, I had plenty; if we were scarce, we all
shared one fate.
After this ceremony was over I was introduced to my new kin, and told
that I was to attend a feast that evening, which I did. And as the
custom was, they gave me also a bowl and a wooden spoon, which I
carried with me to the place where there was a number of large brass
kettles full of boiled venison and green corn; every one advanced with
his bowl and spoon, and had his share given him. After this, one of the
chiefs made a short speech, and then we began to eat.
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