surprized.--Irregular Retreat.--Crawford and Doct. Night
taken.--Council.--Crawford Condemned and Burnt.--Aggravating
Circumstances.--Night is sentenced to be Burnt.--Is Painted by
Hiokatoo.--Is conducted off, &c.--His fortunate Escape.--Hiokatoo in the
French War takes Col. Canton.--His Sentence.--Is bound on a wild Colt that
runs loose three days.--Returns Alive.--Is made to run the Gauntlet.--Gets
knocked down, &c.--Is Redeemed and sent Home.--Hiokatoo's Enmity to the
Cherokees, &c.--His Height--Strength--Speed, &c.

In the month of November 1811, my husband Hiokatoo, who had been sick four
years of the consumption, died at the advanced age of one hundred and
three years, as nearly as the time could be estimated. He was the last
that remained to me of our family connection, or rather of my old friends
with whom I was adopted, except a part of one family, which now lives at
Tonewanta.

Hiokatoo was buried decently, and had all the insignia of a veteran
warrior buried with him; consisting of a war club, tomahawk and scalping
knife, a powder-flask, flint, a piece of spunk, a small cake and a cup;
and in his best clothing.

Hiokatoo was an old man when I first saw him; but he was by no means
enervated. During the term of nearly fifty years that I lived with him, I
received, according to Indian customs, all the kindness and attention that
was my due as his wife.--Although war was his trade from his youth till
old age and decrepitude stopt his career, he uniformly treated me with
tenderness, and never offered an insult.

I have frequently heard him repeat the history of his life from his
childhood; and when he came to that part which related to his actions, his