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
But the trials and tribulations of the day I had passed had so
completely exhausted nature that, notwithstanding my unpleasant
situation, and my determination to escape, if possible, I insensibly
fell asleep, and repeatedly dreamed of my escape and safe arrival in
Pittsburgh, and several things relating to the town, of which I knew
nothing at the time, but found to be true when I arrived there. The
first night passed away and I found no means of escape, for the savages
kept watch the whole of the night without any sleep.
In the morning one of them left us to watch the trail we had come, to
see if any white people were pursuing us. During the absence of the
Indian, the one that claimed and remained with me, and who was the
murderer of my last boy, took from his bosom his scalp, and prepared a
hoop and stretched the scalp upon it. Those mothers who have not seen
the like done to one of the scalps of their own children will be able
to form but faint ideas of the feelings which then harrowed up my soul.
I meditated revenge! While he was in the very act I attempted to take
his tomahawk, which hung by his side and rested on the ground, and had
nearly succeeded, and was, as I thought, about to give the fatal blow,
when, alas! I was detected.
The savage felt at his tomahawk handle, turned upon me, cursed me and
told me I was a Yankee; thus insinuating he understood my intention,
and to prevent me from doing so again, faced me. My excuse to him for
handling his tomahawk was, that my child wanted to play with the handle
of it. The savage who went upon the lookout in the morning came back
about twelve o'clock, and had discovered no pursuers. Then the one who
had been guarding me went out on the same errand. The savage who was
now my guard began to examine me about the white people, the strength
of the armies going against the Indians, etc., and boasted largely of
their achievements in the preceding fall, at the defeat of General St.
Clair.
He then examined the plunder which he had brought from our house the
day before. He found my pocket-book and money among his plunder. There
were ten dollars in silver and a half-guinea in gold in the book.
During this day they gave me a piece of dried venison, about the bulk
of an egg, and a piece about the same size the day we were marching,
for my support and that of my child; but, owing to the blows I had
received from them on the jaws, I was unable to eat a bit of it. I
broke it up and gave it to the child.
The savage on the lookout returned about dark. This evening (Monday,
the 23d) they moved me to another station in the same valley, and
secured me as they did the preceding night. Thus I found myself the
second night between two Indians, without fire and refreshment. During
this night I was frequently asleep, notwithstanding my unpleasant
situation, and as often dreamed of my arrival in Pittsburgh.
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