In the course of the night they made me to understand that they should not
have killed the family if the whites had not pursued them.

Mr. Fields, whom I have before mentioned, informed me that at the time we
were taken, he lived in the vicinity of my father; and that on hearing of
our captivity, the whole neighborhood turned out in pursuit of the enemy,
and to deliver us if possible: but that their efforts were unavailing.
They however pursued us to the dark swamp, where they found my father, his
family and companions, stripped and mangled in the most inhuman manner:
That from thence the march of the cruel monsters could not be traced in
any direction; and that they returned to their homes with the melancholy
tidings of our misfortunes, supposing that we had all shared in the
massacre.

The next morning we went on; the Indian going behind us and setting up the
weeds as on the day before. At night we encamped on the ground in the open
air, without a shelter or fire.

In the morning we again set out early, and travelled as on the two former
days, though the weather was extremely uncomfortable, from the continual
falling of rain and snow.

At night the snow fell fast, and the Indians built a shelter of boughs,
and a fire, where we rested tolerably dry through that and the two
succeeding nights.

When we stopped, and before the fire was kindled, I was so much fatigued
from running, and so far benumbed by the wet and cold, that I expected
that I must fail and die before I could get warm and comfortable. The