ce, by the river, for about six miles, I being loaded
heavily, we reached a spot near the Blue Hills, where the savages hid
their plunder under logs of wood. Thence, shocking to relate, they went
to a neighbouring house, that of Jacob Snider, his wife, five children,
and a young man, a servant. They soon forced their way into the unhappy
man's dwelling, slew the whole family, and set fire to the house.

The servant's life was spared for a time, since they thought he might be
of use to them, and forthwith loaded him with plunder. But he could not
bear the cruel treatment that we suffered; and though I tried to console
him with a hope of deliverance, he continued to sob and moan. One of the
savages, seeing this, instantly came up, struck him to the ground, and
slew him.

The family of John Adams next suffered. All were here put to death
except Adams himself, a good old man, whom they loaded with plunder, and
day after day continued to treat with the most shocking cruelty,
painting him all over with various colours, plucking the white hairs
from his beard, and telling him he was a fool for living so long, and
many other tortures which he bore with wonderful composure, praying to
God.

One night after he had been tortured, when he and I were sitting
together, pitying each other's misfortunes, another party of Indians
arrived, bringing twenty scalps and three prisoners, who gave us
terrible accounts of what tragedies had passed in their parts, on which
I cannot bear to dwell.

These three prisoners contrived to escape, but unhappily, not knowing
the country, they were recaptured and brought back. They were then all
put to death, with terrible tortures.

A great snow now falling, the savages began to be afraid that the white
people would follow their tracks upon it and find out their skulking
retreats, and this caused them to make their way to their winter
quarters, about two hundred miles further from any plantations or
English inhabitants. There, after a long and tedious journey, in which I
was almost starved, I arrived with this villainous crew. The place where
we had to stay, in their tongue, was called Alamingo, and there I found
a number of wigwams full of Indian women and children. Dancing, singing,
and shooting were their general amusements, and they told what successes
they had had in their expeditions, in which I found myself part of their
theme. The severity of the cold increasing, they stripped me of my own