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A Narrative of the Life of Mrs. Mary Jemison by James E. (James Everett) Seaver
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butcher and scalp us;--again we could nearly see the pile of wood kindled
on which we were to be roasted; and then we would imagine ourselves at
liberty; alone and defenceless in the forest, surrounded by wild beasts
that were ready to devour us. The anxiety of our minds drove sleep from
our eyelids; and it was with a dreadful hope and painful impatience that
we waited for the morning to determine our fate.

The morning at length arrived, and our masters came early and let us out
of the house, and gave the young man and boy to the French, who
immediately took them away. Their fate I never learned; as I have not seen
nor heard of them since.

I was now left alone in the fort, deprived of my former companions, and of
every thing that was near or dear to me but life. But it was not long
before I was in some measure relieved by the appearance of two pleasant
looking squaws of the Seneca tribe, who came and examined me attentively
for a short time, and then went out. After a few minutes absence they
returned with my former masters, who gave me to them to dispose of as they
pleased.

The Indians by whom I was taken were a party of Shawanees, if I remember
right, that lived, when at home, a long distance down the Ohio.

My former Indian masters, and the two squaws, were soon ready to leave the
fort, and accordingly embarked; the Indians in a large canoe, and the two
squaws and myself in a small one, and went down the Ohio.

When we set off, an Indian in the forward canoe took the scalps of my
former friends, strung them on a pole that he placed upon his shoulder,
and in that manner carried them, standing in the stern of the canoe,
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