directly before us as we sailed down the river, to the town where the two
squaws resided.

On our way we passed a Shawanee town, where I saw a number of heads, arms,
legs, and other fragments of the bodies of some white people who had just
been burnt. The parts that remained were hanging on a pole which was
supported at each end by a crotch stuck in the ground, and were roasted or
burnt black as a coal. The fire was yet burning; and the whole appearances
afforded a spectacle so shocking, that, even to this day, my blood almost
curdles in my veins when I think of them!

At night we arrived at a small Seneca Indian town, at the mouth of a small
river, that was called by the Indians, in the Seneca language,
She-nan-jee, [Footnote: That town, according to the geographical
description given by Mrs. Jemison, must have stood at the mouth of Indian
Cross creek, which is about 76 miles by water, below Pittsburgh; or at the
mouth of Indian Short creek, 87 miles below Pittsburgh, where the town of
Warren now stands: But at which of those places I am unable to determine.
_Author_.] where the two Squaws to whom I belonged resided. There we
landed, and the Indians went on; which was the last I ever saw of them.

Having made fast to the shore, the Squaws left me in the canoe while they
went to their wigwam or house in the town, and returned with a suit of
Indian clothing, all new, and very clean and nice. My clothes, though
whole and good when I was taken, were now torn in pieces, so that I was
almost naked. They first undressed me and threw my rags into the river;
then washed me clean and dressed me in the new suit they had just brought,
in complete Indian style; and then led me home and seated me in the center
of their wigwam.