the Indians, except father, who was so much overcome with his
situation--so much exhausted by anxiety and grief, that silent despair
seemed fastened upon his countenance, and he could not be prevailed upon
to refresh his sinking nature by the use of a morsel of food. Our repast
being finished, we again resumed our march, and, before noon passed a
small fort that I heard my father say was called Fort Canagojigge.

That was the only time that I heard him speak from the time we were taken
till we were finally separated the following night.

Towards evening we arrived at the border of a dark and dismal swamp, which
was covered with small hemlocks, or some other evergreen, and other
bushes, into which we were conducted; and having gone a short distance we
stopped to encamp for the night.

Here we had some bread and meat for supper: but the dreariness of our
situation, together with the uncertainty under which we all labored, as to
our future destiny, almost deprived us of the sense of hunger, and
destroyed our relish for food.

Mother, from the time we were taken, had manifested a great degree of
fortitude, and encouraged us to support our troubles without complaining;
and by her conversation seemed to make the distance and time shorter, and
the way more smooth. But father lost all his ambition in the beginning of
our trouble, and continued apparently lost to every care--absorbed in
melancholy. Here, as before, she insisted on the necessity of our eating;
and we obeyed her, but it was done with heavy hearts.

As soon as I had finished my supper, an Indian took off my shoes and
stockings and put a pair of moccasins on my feet, which my mother