a Missionary kindly gave me a Bible, which I am very fond of hearing my
neighbors read to me, and should be pleased to learn to read it myself;
but my sight has been for a number of years, so dim that I have not been
able to distinguish one letter from another.

As I before observed, I got home with the horse very early in the morning,
where I found a man that lived in our neighborhood, and his sister-in-law
who had three children, one son and two daughters. I soon learned that
they had come there to live a short time; but for what purpose I cannot
say. The woman's husband, however, was at that time in Washington's army,
fighting, for his country; and as her brother-in-law had a house she had
lived with him in his absence. Their names I have forgotten.

Immediately after I got home, the man took the horse to go to his house
after a bag of grain, and took his gun in his hand for the purpose of
killing game, if he should chance to see any.--Our family, as usual, was
busily employed about their common business. Father was shaving an
axe-helve at the side of the house; mother was making preparations for
breakfast;--my two oldest brothers were at work near the barn; and the
little ones, with myself, and the woman and her three children, were in
the house.

Breakfast was not yet ready, when we were alarmed by the discharge of a
number of guns, that seemed to be near. Mother and the women before
mentioned, almost fainted at the report, and every one trembled with fear.
On opening the door, the man and horse lay dead near the house, having
just been shot by the Indians.

I was afterwards informed, that the Indians discovered him at his own
house with his gun, and pursued him to father's, where they shot him as I