my heart
heart at the thoughts of what awaits you; but, if you
leave us.
If you
you have an opportunity to get away from the Indians, don't
try to.
Don't forget,
forget, little daughter, the prayers that I have learned you say
them often;.
May
May bless you my child, and make you comfortable
and happy.
During this
this the Indians stripped the shoes and stockings from the little
boy that.
An Indian
Indian the little boy and myself by the hand, to lead
us off.
The Indian
Indian us some distance into the bushes, or woods, and there
lay down.
The recollection
recollection parting with my tender mother kept me awake, while the
tears constantly.
A number
number times in the night the little boy begged of me
earnestly to.
Early the
the morning the Indians and Frenchmen that we had left the
night before.