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caused them to look more strictly after us who were left, particularly 
Captain Campbell, who was shut up in a garret in a Frenchman’s house. 
I frequently visited him, accompanied by Perwash. One morning he 
told me he felt ill and was prepossessed with the idea he would die very 
soon. I endeavoured to persuade him from indulging in such forebodings, 
which only tended to make him more melancholy ; but to my grief and 
sorrow, the first thing I heard next morning was that he was killed by 
the savages. That morning Captain Hopkins of the Rangers had made 
a sortie from the fort, attacked a party of Indians and killed one of the 
chiefs of the nation to which I belong. The chief’s friends were resolved 
to take the life of an Englishman of the rank of Captain. This they 
found convenient to accomplish by murdering poor Campbell who 
belonged to the Ottaway nation. The nation in their turn were enraged 
with the Chippewahs for slaying a prisoner who was their property, and of 
whom they were very fond. They therefore determined to have satisfac- 
tion for the outrage, and which they thought could not be more effectually 
obtained than by sacrificing a prisoner belonging to the Chippewahs of 
the rank equal to that of Captain Campbell. Accordingly to compensate 
this loss they pitched upon Ensign Pauli, but he being informed of the 
danger by a handsome squaw who fell in love with him, assisted by her 
he made his escape from the house of the Frenchman, whence with much 
difficulty he escaped to the fort, after being several times fired at by the 
sentries who took him to be a real Indian. The Ottawahs being dis- 
appointed in their design upon Pauli, determined next to take my life, 
being as they thought next rank to an officer and superior to any of the 
private prisoners among them. Perwash having heard that they were in 
search of me took me to a Frenchman’s barn, where he covered me up 
with straw. In this situation I remained for the space of three hours» 
expecting every moment to feel the tomahawk in my skull, till a party 
of Indians with Perwash at their head came and conducted me away. 
Notwithstanding their reiterated assurance that I was not to suffer death, 
I could not help being alarmed and doubtful of my safety. They 
marched me in custody for four miles till we reached the grand encamp- 
ment, which was in the midst of the French settlements. On the road 
lay a dead body mangled and scalped, which the dogs were eating. I 
was made to stop a considerable time while my guards viewed it with 
seeming satisfaction, telling me at the same time in exulting tones that 
there lay our grand chief Captain Campbell. I could not have indeed 
recognized in that mangled corpse the remains of my good friend whom 
they had murdered. It was a shocking spectacle—the head scalped, the 
nose, arms, ears and legs with other parts of the body cut off, yet how- 
ever disagreeable to me, 1 was forced to behold it. They led me toa 
