taking fire, blew out one of this King's Eyes, and did a great deal
more mischief, upon the spot: Yet this Sapona King stood firmly
to the English Man's Interest, with whom he was in Company,
still siding with him against the Indians. They were intended for
the South Sea, but were too much fatigued by the vast Ridge of Mountains,
tho' they hit the right Passage; it being no less than five days Journey
through a Ledge of Rocky Hills, and sandy Desarts. And which is yet worse,
there is no Water, nor scarce a Bird to be seen, during your Passage
over these barren Crags and Valleys. The Sapona River proves to be
the West Branch of Cape-Fair, or Clarendon River, whose Inlet,
with other Advantages, makes it appear as noble a River to plant a Colony in,
as any I have met withal.

The Saponas had (about 10 days before we came thither) taken
Five Prisoners of the Sinnagers or Jennitos, a Sort of People that range
several thousands of Miles, making all Prey they lay their Hands on.
These are fear'd by all the savage Nations I ever was among,
the Westward Indians dreading their Approach. They are all forted in,
and keep continual Spies and Out-Guards for their better Security.
Those Captives they did intend to burn, few Prisoners of War
escaping that Punishment. The Fire of Pitch-Pine being got ready,
and a Feast appointed, which is solemnly kept at the time of their acting
this Tragedy, the Sufferer has his Body stuck thick with Light-Wood-Splinters,
which are lighted like so many Candles, the tortur'd Person dancing round
a great Fire, till his Strength fails, and disables him from making them
any farther Pastime. Most commonly, these Wretches behave themselves
(in the Midst of their Tortures) with a great deal of Bravery and Resolution,
esteeming it Satisfaction enough, to be assur'd, that the same Fate will befal
some of their Tormentors, whensoever they fall into the Hands of their Nation.
More of this you will have in the other Sheets.