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their cattle, sheep and poultry killed, and when these failed we were 
almost being starved, having frequently nothing but a handful of corn 
for a day’s sustenance, and that we parched in the ashes and ate it with a 
spoonful of bear’s grease. I frequently used to beg for a morsel of bread 
at the French people’s houses, from whose doors I was often turned away. 
In this distressed situation, my master prudently resolved to quit the 
camp, and moved accordingly back to the place where I was first taken 
prisoner. Here we had fish as formerly, and sometimes a little venison. 
On our return to the village, we halted at the burying place before 
mentioned, and while my mistress and I were busy erecting our hut, my 
master went out and killed a bear, which was eaten up heartily. After 
finishing our repast, I was ordered to put the kettle on the fire again, 
which circumstance surprised me a little,as we were in the habit of going 
to sleep immediately after eating. I was induced to ask the meaning, 
but was given to understand by looks and gestures that the mystery 
would be revealed on the following morning. My master then cut some 
of the choicest bits of the bear and put them in the kettle, which being 
hung over a slow fire, we went to rest. Next morning by day break we 
were called up, and in a formal and solemn manner walked up to the 
grave, where a small fire was kindled, round which we seated ourselves, 
and then my master arose and made a long speech, during which he often 
pointed to me and the grave alternately, while at every pause we all 
joined in a sort of chorus or amen, by way of acquiescence or approval of 
what he said. When he ended his oration, he divided the broth and 
meat among us, and after saying a few words over the grave, he puta 
piece of the fat of the bear into the fire, directing each of us to do the 
same. This I was informed was to appease the spirit of his son, who 
might be offended at my being adopted in his place. Such was his 
design, as he then told me, that I was as much his son, telling me at the 
same time to look upon the boys as my brothers; that my name should 
no longer be “ Sagarast” or Englishman, but “ Addick,’ which signifies 
a white elk; but notwithstanding this I was generally called by my 
master’s name, which was “ Perwash.”” My master, or rather my father 
now, took me out frequently with him hunting, an amusement of which 
I was very fond. Though this was not the season for killing deer, we 
were under the necessity of killing some for the family to subsist on when 
we returned to the camp near Detroit. As soon therefore,as we had 
cured a few carcases of venison, (which we did by smoking them without 
salt) we again set out to join the rest of the warriors. In crossing Lake 
St. Clair it happened to blow very hard, so that our little frigate was in 
danger of going to the bottom with Perwash and all his family. To 
appease the evil spirit he chewed some handfuls of tobacco and threw it 
