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George, to the Mohawk towns. The pam and fe- 

 ver of their wounds, and the clouds of mosquitoes, 

 which they could not drive off, left the prisoners 

 no peace by day nor sleep by night. On the eighth 

 day, they learned that a large Iroquois war-party, 

 on their way to Canada, were near at hand ; and 

 they soon approached their camp, on a small island 

 near the southern end of Lake Champlain. The 

 warriors, two hundred in number, saluted their vic- 

 torious countrymen with volleys from their guns ; 

 then, armed with clubs and thorny sticks, ranged 

 themselves in two lines, between which the cap- 

 tives were compelled to pass up the side of a rocky 

 hill. On the way, they were beaten with such 

 fury, that Jogues, who was last in the line, fell 

 powerless, drenched in blood and half dead. As 

 the chief man among the French captives, he fared 

 the worst. His hands were again mangled, and 

 fire applied to his body ; while the Huron chief, 

 Eustache, was subjected to tortures even more atro- 

 cious. When, at night, the exhausted sufferers 

 tried to rest, the young warriors came to lacerate 

 then' Wounds and pull out their hair and beards. 



In the morning they resumed their journey. And 

 now the lake narrowed to the semblance of a tran- 

 quil river. Before them was a woody mountain, close 

 on their right a rocky promontory, and between 

 these flowed a stream, the outlet of Lake George. 

 On those rocks, more than a hundred years after, 

 rose the ramparts of Ticonderoga. They landed, 

 shouldered their canoes and baggage, took their 

 way through the woods, passed the spot where the 



