The dry hay would serve to burn my legs, which had already been anointed with the inflammable grease.

So I should suffer a gradual torture, for it would be long ere the flames reached a vital part.

I think they erred, for they assumed that I had the body of an Indian, which does not perish till a blow is struck at its heart; whereas I am confident that any white man would be dead of the anguish long ere the fire had passed beyond his knees.
I think that was the most awful moment of my life.

Indeed I could not have endured it had not my mind been drugged and my body stupid with fatigue.

Men have often asked me what were my thoughts in that hour, while the faggots were laid about my feet.