I resisted them, and the end of it was that they attacked us, killed most of my people and enslaved the rest.

In that attack I received a cut from a sword on the head--look, here is the mark of it," and drawing his white hair apart he showed us a long scar that was plainly visible in the moonlight.
"The blow knocked me senseless just about sunset one evening.

When I came to myself again it was broad daylight and everybody was gone, except one old woman who was tending me.

She was half-crazed with grief because her husband and two sons had been killed, and another son, a boy, and a daughter had been taken away.

I asked her where my young wife was.