Nayhanimis was on his guard. Every soul able to wield a weapon had one in his hand, besides an infinite number of spears and sharp stakes stuck in the ground. The Hairy Breasts came, but not perceiving the trap on account of the snow that was brought over [the] ends of the stockades, they all fell in, one upon the other, and impaled themselves in their fall on these sticks. All of them but two or three met with instantaneous death. The few that were not injured were put {40} to an excruciating but immediate death to satisfy the _manes_ of the departed _Indians_. And he proceeded immediately to the camp, killed the remaining two old men, scoffing and taunting them at the same time. Immediately after this he ordered such of the _Indian_ women as had had their husbands killed, or were taken by the Hairy Breasts, to seperate from the other women and inflict the same punishment upon them and their children as had been done to their friends. Thus were the Hairy Breasts entirely [extirpated] merely by their own folly and wickedness. Had they lived peaceably, and allowed the _Indians_ to partake of the blessings of this world without envy, as well as themselves, and to which they had an undoubted right, they might still have been in existence. However, there are still two nations of them, one of which is on _your_ lands, the others, I believe beyond the seas. But they are an insignificant and most despicable people. They pretend to antiquity and would fain extort respect from the _moderns_ (i.e. themselves, or the Indians, _principally_). But their very countenance, appearance, everything about them denotes folly, and seems more to demand contempt than to call for respect. I saw one many years back, who was brought by the traders from somewheres on your lands. [His] face was venerable, but still there was a meanness in the _whole_ of him that I could not account for. I respected him, and wanted to treat him accordingly. This is as from the stories I had heard related of them. But the traders laughed at _us_ and asked one if I was inclined to respect folly, insignificance, and nothing!!! [Notes] I have been a long time in writing these pages, and have been frequently disturbed. I have been often obliged to put by my paper after seating myself five or six times to write only one word. From such long and frequent interruptions _much_ method and correctness cannot be expected. I therefore send them to you in the form of _notes_. [Motives for Writing the Journal]