He had been one of the very few survivors of the land party, and he owed his escape to his having fallen wounded and breathless into the little cleft in the rocks hidden by the thick undergrowth, so that the Indians did not find him when they made their search after scalps and accoutrements.
Crouching amongst the bushes, half fainting from terror, the lad had seen it all.
"They scalped them one by one, yelling and shouting and dancing.
They cared not whether they were dead or not.

Oh, it was horrible, horrible! They lighted a fire to burn some of the prisoners, and danced around it yelling and jeering as their victims died.

Oh, I can never forget the sight! Every moment I thought they would find me.

I thought of all the things I had heard that savages did to their prisoners.

If I had had my sword, I would have run it through my heart.