She had seen her infant's brains dashed
out against an apple-tree, and had left her own and her
neighbors' dwellings in ashes. When she reached the wigwam of
her captor, situated on an island in the Merrimack, more than
twenty miles above where we now are, she had been told that she
and her nurse were soon to be taken to a distant Indian
settlement, and there made to run the gauntlet naked. The family
of this Indian consisted of two men, three women, and seven
children, beside an English boy, whom she found a prisoner among
them. Having determined to attempt her escape, she instructed
the boy to inquire of one of the men, how he should despatch an
enemy in the quickest manner, and take his scalp. "Strike 'em
there," said he, placing his finger on his temple, and he also
showed him how to take off the scalp. On the morning of the 31st
she arose before daybreak, and awoke her nurse and the boy, and
taking the Indians' tomahawks, they killed them all in their
sleep, excepting one favorite boy, and one squaw who fled wounded
with him to the woods.
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