I was very soon surrounded by a host of people, and such a chattering I
never heard before. A ring was formed around me, and every one seemed
to have something to say. If I had been a new monster under the sun,
there could not have been more wonder expressed. I imagine that they
treated me very much as a parcel of Boston boys would treat a young
alligator, should they happen to catch one. I looked in the faces of
many of these persons, but I saw not one look of kindness. At last a
boy about my own age, who had a small bow in his hand, shot an arrow at
me, which, being pointed with a bit of sharp iron, entered the flesh of
my arm. A moment after, two or three of the little savages set upon me,
and began to tear off my clothes. They pulled me hither and thither,
and in a short space I was entirely naked.
For a time, I made no resistance, for I had an idea that natural pity
would teach even these creatures to spare one so helpless as myself.
But finding that they had no pity, my anger began to rise; and when the
boy who had shot his arrow into my arm, came up and began to pinch me,
I struck him by the side of his head, and he went reeling and tumbling,
like a smitten nine-pin, upon the ground. This caused a loud laugh,
and I saw that a feeling of interest and respect was instantly created
in my behalf by my resistance. This taught me a lesson, and instead of
waiting for Indian pity and sympathy, I determined to obtain the regard
of my captors by my spirit. When, therefore, the little imps set upon
me again, as they soon did, they paid dearly for it. I was very strong
and active for my age, and when, at last, an Indian lad, much larger
than myself, came softly behind me, and gave my hair a twitch, I turned
to punish him. The fellow fled and I pursued. The ring opened to give
him space, and he struck into the little plain encircled by the tents.
I hung close at his heels. It was a tight race, and such yells broke
from the congregation of Indians as I had never imagined. The fellow
went nearly across the plain, and, dodging this way and that, sought to
throw me off. At length he passed round one of the tents, and returned
toward the point from which we started. I followed, and finally, just
as he reached the ring, I seized his hair, and gave it a jerk which
made him yell like a catamount. This completely sealed my triumph. The
looks of contempt around, were exchanged for those of admiration, and I
was borne back to my tent with shouts of praise and exultation.
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