He was wounded, he told me, in a fight with the Sokokis Indians two years before.

It was a hot skirmish in the woods; the English and the Indians now running forward, and then falling back, firing at each other from behind the trees.

He had shot off all his powder, and, being ready to faint by reason of a wound in his knee, he was fain to sit down against an oak, from whence he did behold, with great sorrow and heaviness of heart, his companions overpowered by the number of their enemies, fleeing away and leaving him to his fate.

The savages soon came to him with dreadful whoopings, brandishing their hatchets and their scalping-knives.

He thereupon closed his eyes, expecting to be knocked in the head, and killed outright.