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wagons, etc., except one team and a light wagon in which Mrs. Henderson
and her two children had been placed on a feather bed.
We felt a little more hopeful at getting such easy terms
of escape, but our hopes were of short duration; for they soon became dissatisfied with the agreement they had made and gave
notice that they must have our last team, and we were forced to stop and comply with their demand. The team was given up,
and the Indians said we might go. Several men took hold of the wagon, and we again started, feeling that there was still a
little chance of escape. We had gone only a short distance when we were made fully aware of the treachery that predominates
in the Indian character. They commenced shooting at the men drawing the wagon. Mr. Henderson and Mr. Wedge, in compliance
with Mrs. Henderson's wishes, held up a pillowslip as a flag of truce; but the Indians kept on firing. The pillowslip was
soon riddled. Mr. Henderson's fingers on one hand were shot off, and Mr. Wedge was killed.
Then commenced a flight, a run for life, on the open prairie,
by men, women, and children, unarmed and defenceless, before the cruel savages armed with guns, tomahawks, and scalping knives.
Imagine, if you can, the awful sight here presented to my view, both before and after being captured,--strong men making desperate
efforts to save themselves and their little ones from the scalping knives of their merciless foes, who were in hot pursuit,
shooting at them rapidly as they ran. Before the Indians passed me, the bullets were continually whizzing by my head. Those
who could escape, and their murderous enemies, were soon out of my sight. In one instance, a little boy was shot and killed
in his father's arms.Woe and despair now seized all
of us who were made captives. The bravest among us lost courage, being so helpless, defenceless, and unprepared for this act
of savage warfare. With blanched faces we beheld the horrible scene and clasped our helpless little children closer to us.
Then fearful thoughts of torture crowded into our minds, as Mrs. Henderson and her two children were taken rudely from the
bed in the wagon, thrown violently on the ground,