The season for hunting being passed, we all returned in the spring to the
mouth of the river Shenanjee, to the houses and fields we had left in the
fall before. There we again planted our corn, squashes, and beans, on the
fields that we occupied the preceding summer.

About planting time, our Indians all went up to Fort Pitt, to make peace
with the British, and took me with them. [Footnote: History is silent as
to any treaty having been made between the English, and French and
Indians, at that time; though it is possible that a truce was agreed upon,
and that the parties met for the purpose of concluding a treaty of peace.]
We landed on the opposite side of the river from the fort, and encamped
for the night. Early the next morning the Indians took me over to the fort
to see the white people that were there. It was then that my heart bounded
to be liberated from the Indians and to be restored to my friends and my
country. The white people were surprized to see me with the Indians,
enduring the hardships of a savage life, at so early an age, and with so
delicate a constitution as I appeared to possess. They asked me my name;
where and when I was taken--and appeared very much interested on my
behalf. They were continuing their inquiries, when my sisters became
alarmed, believing that I should be taken from them, hurried me into their
canoe and recrossed the river--took their bread out of the fire and fled
with me, without stopping, till they arrived at the river Shenanjee. So
great was their fear of losing me, or of my being given up in the treaty,
that they never once stopped rowing till they got home.

Shortly after we left the shore opposite the fort, as I was informed by
one of my Indian brothers, the white people came over to take me back; but
after considerable inquiry, and having made diligent search to find where
I was hid, they returned with heavy hearts. Although I had then been with
the Indians something over a year, and had become considerably habituated