344 THE MASSACRE. [1763, June. 



every one being destroyed who could be found, 

 there was a general cry of ' All is finished.' At 

 the same instant I heard some of the Indians enter 

 the house where I was. 



" The garret was separated from the room below 

 only by a layer of single boards, at once the floor- 

 ing of the one and the ceiling of the other. I 

 could, therefore, hear every thing that passed ; and 

 the Indians no sooner came in than they inquired 

 whether or not any Englishmen were in the house. 

 M. Langlade replied, that 'he could not say, he 

 did not know of any,' answers in which he did not 

 exceed the truth ; for the Pani v^oman had not 

 only hidden me by stealth, but kept my secret and 

 her own. M. Langlade was, therefore, as I pre- 

 sume, as far from a wish to destroy me as he was 

 careless about saving me, when he added to these 

 answers, that ' they might examine for themselves, 

 and would soon be satisfied as to the object of their 

 question.' Saying this, he brought them to the 

 garret door. 



" The state of my mind will be imagined. Ar- 

 rived at the door, some delay Avas occasioned by 

 the absence of the key ; and a few moments were 

 thus allowed me, in which to look around for a 

 hiding-place. In one corner of the garret was a 

 heap of those vessels of birch bark used in maple- 

 sugar making. 



" The door was unlocked and opening, and the 

 Indians ascending the stairs, before I had com- 

 pletely crept into a small opening which presented 

 itself at one end of the heap. An instant after, 



