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 commissary, with his waiter, slept in the storehouse near the
blockhouse; and, upon hearing the report of the guns, came to the door
to see what was the matter; and, beholding the danger he was in, made
his escape to the blockhouse; but not without being discovered by the
Indians, several of whom fired at him, and one of the bullets went
through his handkerchief, which was tied about his head, and took off
some of his hair. The handkerchief, with several bullet-holes in it, he
afterwards gave to me.
The waiter, on coming to the door, was met by the Indians, who fired
upon him, and he received two bullets through the body and fell dead by
the door. The savages then set up one of their tremendous and
terrifying yells, and pushed forward and attempted to scalp the man
they had killed; but they were prevented from executing their
diabolical purpose by the heavy fire which was kept up through the
portholes from the blockhouse.
In this scene of horror and alarm I began to meditate an escape, and
for that purpose I attempted to direct the attention of the Indians
from me and to fix it on the blockhouse, and thought if I could succeed
in this I would retreat to a subterranean cave with which I was
acquainted, which was in the run near where we were. For this purpose I
began to converse with some of those who were near me respecting the
strength of the blockhouse, the number of men in it, etc., and being
informed that there were forty men there, and that they were excellent
marksmen, the savages immediately came to the determination to retreat,
and for this purpose they ran to those who were besieging the
blockhouse and brought them away.
They then began to flog me with their wiping sticks, and to order me
along. Thus what I intended as the means of my escape was the means of
accelerating my departure in the hands of the savages. But it was no
doubt ordered by a kind Providence for the preservation of the fort and
the inhabitants in it; for when the savages gave up the attack and
retreated, some of the men in the fort had the last load of ammunition
in their guns, and there was no possibility of procuring more, for it
was all fastened up in the storehouse, which was inaccessible.
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