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this species, that it took its name from this fact, it so happened that the 

 Indians surprised him in his camp, and took him prisoner. To have shot 

 or tomahawked him on the spot would have been but a small gratification, 

 to that of satiating their revenge by burning him at a slow fire, in presence 

 of all the Indians of their village. He was therefore taken alive to their 

 encampment, on the west bank of the Beaver River, about a mile and a 

 half from its mouth. After the usual exultations and rejoicings at the 

 capture of a noted enemy, and causing him to run the gauntlet, a fire was 

 prepared, near which Brady was placed, after being stripped naked, and 

 with his arms unbound. Previously to tying him to the stake, a large 

 circle was formed around him, consisting of Indian men, women, and 

 children, dancing and yelling, and uttering all manner of threats and abuse 

 that their small knowledge of the English language could afford. The 

 prisoner looked on these preparations for death and on his savage foes 

 with a firm countenance and a steady eye, meeting all their threats with a 

 truly savage fortitude. In the midst of their dancing and rejoicing, a 

 squaw of one of their chiefs came near him, with a child in her arms. 

 Quick as thought, and with intuitive prescience, he snatched it from her, 

 and threw it into the midst of the flames. Horror-struck at the sudden 

 outrage, the Indians simultaneously rushed to rescue the infant from the 

 fire. In the midst of this confusion, Brady darted from the circle, over- 

 turning all that came in his way, and rushed into the adjacent thickets, 

 with the Indians yelling at his heels. He ascended the steep side of the 

 present hill amidst a shower of bullets, and, darting down the opposite 

 declivity, secreted himself in the deep ravines and laurel thickets that 

 abound for several miles to the west of it. His knowledge of the country 

 and wonderful activity enabled him to elude his enemies, and reach the 

 settlements on the south of the Ohio River, which he crossed by swim- 

 ming. The hill near whose base this adventure is said to have happened 

 still goes by his name ; and the incident is often referred to by the traveller, 

 as the coach is slowly dragged up its side." 



At p. 42. another marvellous feat of the same hero is re- 

 corded : — 



" In the course of this afternoon we passed near several small lakes, 

 from half to three fourths of a mile long, and nearly as wide : being em- 

 bosomed among low green hills, they resembled beautiful pearls, sur- 

 rounded by emeralds. Their shores, except at the outlets, are composed 

 of a very white micaceous sand, which gives the water a pure pellucid cast. 

 One of these, called ' Brady's Pond,' is seated about three miles from 

 the cliffs, or the narrows of the Cuyahoga. It is named after Captain 

 Samuel Brady, who, as already stated, commanded, for a number of years, 

 during the Indian wars, a company of rangers, or spies, as they were called 

 by the pioneers of the west. 



" Capt. Brady seems to have been as much the Daniel Boone of the north- 

 east part of the valley of the Ohio, as the other was of the south-west; and 

 the country is equally full of traditionary legends of his hardy adventures and 

 hair-breadth escapes, although he has lacked a Flint to chronicle his 

 fame, and to transmit it to posterity in the glowing and beautiful language 

 of that distinguished annalist of the west. From undoubted authority, it 

 seems the following incident actually transpired in this vicinity. Brady's 

 residence was on Chartier's Creek, on the south side of the Ohio, as 

 before noted in this diary; and, being a man of Herculean strength, 

 activity, and courage, he was generally selected as the leader of the hardy 

 borderers in all their incursions into the Indian territory north of the 

 river. On this occasion, which was about the year 1780, a large party of 



