When it was dark he put himself stark naked. And uttering a
strong tremulous noise, and his teeth chattering in his head as
if through cold, [he] rose up and walked out of the tent and
laid himself, curled as a dog in a heap, upon the wood that his
daughter had that day brought to the door. Here he remained all
night in spite of what they could do. A little before day he
returned. Thus did he every night for about a month, and every
time slept out naked. Nor would he eat, excepting at times a
little raw flesh. In the daytime he was more composed, but his
face bore the appearance of one possessed of the Devil. He
recovered and became as usual--composed, and good natured. I
knew them all well, but had no dealings with them from the year
before (1812).
[Executing a Wetiko]
A young Indian a few years back had _one_ of the above dreams. He became
very uneasy and thoughtful finding it recur so very frequently. And he
would have willing undergone any torments, any death, rather than
become an anthropophagi. He also frequently desired his friends, upon
any the least appearance of these symptoms in him, to kill him. "For
if you do not kill me 'till I have eaten of _human_ flesh, you'll
perhaps not be able to do it afterwards. But my children! Oh! my
children! How grieved am I to leave ye! But it must be so; I have no
alternative. Spare me not my friends, I conjure [sic] you!"
He had been a good hunter and a peaceable _Indian_ and, of course, much
loved by his friends. This business depressed them a great deal. At
last, the time approaching fast, his brother one day remained behind
with him to watch him whilst the others pitched off. About the time
this one thought the others had finished the encampment, he proposed
their setting off to join them. But before long he left his brother
behind and laid an ambush for him {49} not far from the tent. This
was a preconcerted scheme; the other men, of course, were not far off.
The sick one drew near in a very slow and thoughtful manner. However,
when he came near to where his brother was hid, he stopped, looked up
and called out, "Thou thinkest thyself well hid from me, my brother,
but I see thee. It is well thou undertakest [this]. It had been better
for thee, however, hadst thou begun sooner. Remember what I told you
all. It is my _heart_; my _heart_ that is _terrible_, and however you may
injure my body, if you do not completely annihilate my _heart_, nothing
is done."
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