as she wished to, she returned with her husband to Can-a-ah-tua, where he
died. She, after his death, married a white man by the name of Nettles,
and now lives with him (if she is living) on Grand River, Upper Canada.

Not long after the Delawares came to live with us, at Wiishto, my sisters
told me that I must go and live with one of them, whose name was
Sheninjee. Not daring to cross them, or disobey their commands, with a
great degree of reluctance I went; and Sheninjee and I were married
according to Indian custom.

Sheninjee was a noble man; large in stature; elegant in his appearance;
generous in his conduct; courageous in war; a friend to peace, and a great
lover of justice. He supported a degree of dignity far above his rank, and
merited and received the confidence and friendship of all the tribes with
whom he was acquainted. Yet, Sheninjee was an Indian. The idea of spending
my days with him, at first seemed perfectly irreconcilable to my feelings:
but his good nature, generosity, tenderness, and friendship towards me,
soon gained my affection; and, strange as it may seem, I loved him!--To
me he was ever kind in sickness, and always treated me with gentleness; in
fact, he was an agreeable husband, and a comfortable companion.

We lived happily together till the time of our final separation, which
happened two or three years after our marriage, as I shall presently
relate.

In the second summer of my living at Wiishto, I had a child at the time
that the kernels of corn first appeared on the cob. When I was taken sick,
Sheninjee was absent, and I was sent to a small shed, on the bank of the
river, which was made of boughs, where I was obliged to stay till my
husband returned. My two sisters, who were my only companions, attended