attended to our domestic concerns. The prisoners, however, were executed
by having their heads taken off, their bodies cut in pieces and shockingly
mangled, and then burnt to ashes!--They were burnt on the north side of
Fall-brook, directly opposite the town which was on the south side, some
time in the month of November, 1759.

I spent the winter comfortably, and as agreeably as I could have expected
to, in the absence of my kind husband. Spring at length appeared, but
Sheninjee was yet away; summer came on, but my husband had not found me.
Fearful forebodings haunted my imagination; yet I felt confident that his
affection for me was so great that if he was alive he would follow me and
I should again see him. In the course of the summer, however, I received
intelligence that soon after he left me at Yiskahwana he was taken sick
and died at Wiishto. This was a heavy and an unexpected blow. I was now in
my youthful days left a widow, with one son, and entirely dependent on
myself for his and my support. My mother and her family gave me all the
consolation in their power, and in a few months nay grief wore off and I
became contented.

In a year or two after this, according to my best recollection of the
time, the King of England offered a bounty to those who would bring in the
prisoners that had been taken in the war, to some military post where they
might be redeemed and set at liberty.

John Van Sice, a Dutchman, who had frequently been at our place, and was
well acquainted with every prisoner at Genishau, resolved to take me to
Niagara, that I might there receive my liberty and he the offered bounty.
I was notified of his intention; but as I was fully determined not to be
redeemed at that time, especially with his assistance, I carefully watched
his movements in order to avoid falling into his hands. It so happened,