One night in the winter he conjured. I was fast asleep (and several hundred miles off) and never thought more of him. But he called upon his familiars and demanded my soul! _It was taken_ to him. But just as it was on the eve of entering his conjuring hut, I perceived it and sprang from my bed in the most dreadful agonies and convulsions, insomuch that two men holding and pulling of me with all their might, and [who] also had the assistance of the women, could not keep me quiet. I was constantly springing forward, rushing hither and thither and absolutely (totally) deprived of my faculties, for I have not yet the least knowledge of what I was doing, so great was my horror in observing this conjuring tent. At last a friendly spirit interfered and forbad the conjurer at his peril to do anything to my soul, but allow it to return immediately. He was afraid for his own life and durst not disobey. He let _it_ go. I cannot tell you how happy I felt and so easy. The distance was great indeed, but I soon flew back and reentered my body, when I became entirely composed. {28} But I had been so dreadfully agitated that I found myself in a profuse sweat, my whole frame so shaken, debilitated, and weake, that for several days I could not move but with pain. "Heh!" said I, "What a narrow escape!" The other Indians asked what ailed me? I told them where _I_ had been. They would scarcely credit [it]. But in the ensuing summer, upon enquiry, they found it true, and were now fully convinced that this power doth lodge with Indians! [Representation of the Soul] They represent the soul as being small, not very dissimilar in size and shape from the yolk of a large hen or duck egg. Some of them [are] very hard, and much of the nature and substance of a stone, but still not of that substance. And others again [are] much more soft and tender. Some are easily _kept_ and bruised, but others are with difficulty taken and continually in motion. But all are extremely impatient of restraint and cannot bear it. Confinement is death to the body from which it has issued! Some conjurers possessing sufficient power and influence take a soul if they want to destroy the body, (in the conjuring box or tent), and wrapping it in a piece of leather, rub and bruise it between both hands 'til they destroy its subtility or subtilty. As soon as it comes within view of the conjuring tent, its agonies are terrible, as also those of the body, however distant that may be. But as soon as its motion is destroyed, the body dies likewise. [Imprisonment of a Soul]