As we had expended our powder and shot, and happened to have no side-arms, it was in vain to make any resistance against hundreds of enemies.

In short, they bound us, and made us walk before them to a gloomy cavern in a rock, where they feasted upon what game they had killed, but which not being sufficient, they took my three unfortunate companions and myself, and scalped us.

The pain of losing the flesh from my head was most horrible; it made me leap in agonies, and roar like a bull.

They then tied us to stakes, and making great fires around us, began to dance in a circle, singing with much distortion and barbarity, and at times putting the palms of their hands to their mouths, set up the war-whoop.

As they had on that day also made a great prize of some wine and spirits belonging to our troop, these barbarians, finding it delicious, and unconscious of its intoxicating quality, began to drink it in profusion, while they beheld us roasting, and in a very short time they were all completely drunk, and fell asleep around the fires.
Perceiving some hopes, I used most astonishing efforts to extricate myself from the cords which I was tied, and at length succeeded.