ian Custom.-Address.-She receives a new name.-Her Employment.-Retains her own and learns the Seneca Language.-Situation of the Town, &c.-Indians go on a Hunting Tour to Sciota and take her with them.

n for him.-Birth and Death of her first Child.-He

butcher and scalp us;-again we could nearly see the pile of wood kindled on which we were to be roasted; and then we would imagine ourselves at liberty; alone and defenceless in the forest, surrounded by

e house, and gave the young man and boy to the French, who immediately took th

fore I was in some measure relieved by the appearance of two pleasant looking squaws of the Seneca tribe, who came and examined me attentively for

of Shawanees, if I remember right, that lived

ve the fort, and accordingly embarked; the Indians in a large canoe,

a pole that he placed upon his shoulder, and in that manner carried them, standing in the stern of

The parts that remained were hanging on a pole which was supported at each end by a crotch stuck in the ground, and were roasted or burnt black as a coal. The fi

on given by Mrs. Jemison, must have stood at the mouth of Indian Cross creek, which is about 76 miles by water, below Pittsburgh; or at the mouth of Indian Short creek, 87 miles below Pittsburgh, where the town o

very clean and nice. My clothes, though whole and good when I was taken, were now torn in pieces, so that I was almost naked. They first undressed me and threw my rags into th

see me. I was soon surrounded by them, and they immediately set up a most dismal howling, cr

ewhat between speaking and singing, to recite some words to the following purport, and continued the recitation till the ceremony was ended; the company a

mforts had he! But well we remember his deeds!-The deer he could take on the chase! The panther shrunk back at the sight of his strength! His enemies fell at his feet! He was brave and courageous in war! As the fawn was harmless: his friendship was ardent: his temper was gentle: his pity was great! Oh! our friend, our companion is dead! Our brother, your brother, alas! he is gone! But why do we grieve for his loss? In the strength of a warrior, undaunted he left us, to fight by the side of the Chiefs! His war-whoop was shrill! His rifle well aimed laid his enemies low: his tomahawk drank of their blood: and his knife flayed their scalps while yet covered with gore! An

long lost child. I was made welcome amongst them as a sister to the two Squaws before mentioned, and was called Dickewamis; which being interpre

st a brother in Washington's war, sometime in the year before and in consequence of his death went up to Fort Pit

, which is always announced by peculiar shoutings, demonstrations of joy, and the exhibition of some trophy of victory, the mourners come forward and make their claims. If they receive a prisoner, it is at their option either to satiate their vengeance by taking his life in the most

m kindly. But if their mental wound is fresh, their loss so great that they deem it irreparable, or if their prisoner or prisoners do not meet their approbation, no torture, let it be ever so cruel, seems sufficient to make them satisfaction.

d by the two squaws, to supply the place of their brother in the family; and I was ever consid

every moment to feel their vengeance, and suffer death on the spot. I was, however, happily disappointed, when at the cl

en, and doing light work about the house. Occasionally I was sent out with the I

ecollection of my parents, my brothers and sisters, my home, and my own captivit

to be alone I made a business of repeating my prayer, catechism, or something I had learned in order that I might not forget my own language. By practising in th

t fluently. I was very fortunate in falling into their hands; for they were kind good natured women; peaceable and mild in their dispositions; temperate

rnished a plenty of game, and the waters abounded with fish. Another river emptied itself into the Ohio, directly opposite the mouth of

lace at the time above mentioned. It is certain that Fort Pitt was not evacuated by the French and given up to the English, till sometime in November, 1758. It is possible, however, that an armistice was agreed upon, and that for a time, between the spring of

ensuing spring, in the adjacent wilderness. While at that place I went with the other children to assist the hunters to bring in their game. The forests on the Sciota were well stocked with elk, deer, and other large animals; and the marshes contained large numbers

ver Shenanjee, to the houses and fields we had left in the fall before. There we again pl

rly the next morning the Indians took me over to the fort to see the white people that were there. It was then that my heart bounded to be liberated from the Indians and to be restored to my friends and my country. The white people were surprized to see me with the Indians, enduring the hardships of a savage life, at so early an age, and with so delicate a constitution as I appeared to possess. They asked me my name; where and when I was taken-and

s something over a year, and had become considerably habituated to their mode of living, and attached to my sisters, the sight of white people who could speak English inspired me with an unspeakable anxiety to go home with them, and share in the blessings of civilization. My sudden departure and escape f

ed the crop, we again went down the river to the hunting ground on th

the mouth of Indian Guyundat, 327 miles below Pittsburgh, and 73 above Big Sciota; or at the mouth of Swan creek, 307 miles below Pittsburgh

at Wiishto, and spent e

d all speak English. I have forgotten the names of all of them except one, which was Priscilla Ramsay. She was a very handsome, good natured girl, and was married soon after she came to Wiishto to Capt. Little Billy's uncle, who went with her on a visit to her friend

live with one of them, whose name was Sheninjee. Not daring to cross them, or disobey their commands,

the confidence and friendship of all the tribes with whom he was acquainted. Yet, Sheninjee was an Indian. The idea of spending my days with him, at first seemed perfectly irreconcilable to my feelings: but his good nature, generosity, tende

nal separation, which happened two or three years

mall shed, on the bank of the river, which was made of boughs, where I was obliged to stay till my husband returned. My two sisters, who were my only companions, attended me, and on the seco

admit of. My disease continued to increase for a number of days; and I became so far reduced that my recovery was despaired of by my friends, and I concluded that my troubles would soon be finished. At length, however

when I had a son born, while I was at Sciota: I had a quick recovery, and my child was h