conclusion of the matter, of which she promised to inform me in the
following manner: If I was to be killed, she said she would bake a small
cake and lay it at the door, on the outside, in a place that she then
pointed out to me. When all was silent in the house, I was to creep softly
to the door, and if the cake could not be found in the place specified, I
was to go in: but if the cake was there, I was to take my child and; go as
fast as I possibly could to a large spring on the south side of Samp's
Creek, (a place that I had often seen,) and there wait till I should by
some means hear from her.

Alarmed for my own safety, I instantly followed her advice, and went into
the weeds, where I lay in a state of the greatest anxiety, till all was
silent in the house, when I crept to the door, and there found, to my
great distress, the little cake! I knew my fate was fixed, unless I could
keep secreted till the storm was over, and accordingly crept back to the
weeds, where my little Thomas lay, took him on my back, and laid my course
for the spring as fast as my legs would carry me. Thomas was nearly three
years old, and very large and heavy. I got to the spring early in the
morning, almost overcome with fatigue, and at the same time fearing that I
might be pursued and taken, I felt my life an almost insupportable
burthen. I sat down with my child at the spring, and he and I made a
breakfast of the little cake, and water of the spring, which I dipped and
supped with the only implement which I possessed, my hand.

In the morning after I fled, as was expected, the old King came to our
house in search of me, and to take me off; but, as I was not to be found,
he gave me up, and went to Niagara with the prisoners he had already got
into his possession.

As soon as the old King was fairly out of the way, my sister told my