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Indian. They do devour great quantities of 
venison and buffalo meat, but these are universally 
considered as greatly inferior to the steaks cut 
from.the carcass of a mustang. The woods and 
prairies are covered with wildfowl, and the 
streams abound with delicious trout and other 
fish, yet none of these are ever made use of as 
an article of diet. 
A fire was now kindled, and the warriors gath¬ 
ered round it, the prisoners in the center. This 
was the first opportunity I had of seeing and 
speaking to my fellow captives. Martin was 
silent and dejected, apparently absorbed in his 
own reflections, and little disposed to converse. 
Stewart was nervous and frightened, bewailing 
his hard fate in tears, but Aikens maintained a 
cheerful spirit, advising us to keep up our cour¬ 
age, and look the matter cooly in the face until 
the last. While conversing, the Indians were 
engaged boiling their meat, which they ate with¬ 
out any accompaniment whatever, save water 
dipped from the spring in buffalo horns, the green 
sward serving as their table spread, and their 
fingers as knives and forks. Having satisfied 
themselves, they now seemed to take into con¬ 
sideration the appetites of their captives. 
In wandering menageries, the curiosity of civil¬ 
ized assemblages is sometimes excited to see “the 
animals fed in the presence of the audience.” 
Something of this kind actuated the Camanches 
on this occasion. At all events they resolved to 
make their disgusting horse flesh serve the double 
purpose of supplying us food for the body, and 
themselves food for mirth. In our Indian 
dresses, which consisted of leggins rising only 
to the knee, and a short hunting coat, the upper 
portion of the leg, that is, above the leggin, was 
necessarily bare. As we sat upon the ground 
together, our feet tied, it was likewise neces¬ 
sarily exposed. When the meat designed for us 
had boiled until the fat began to fry and sputter, 
they would throw it with such marvelous dex¬ 
terity from the end of their roasting sticks that 
it would fall on our naked limbs hissing hot. 
If the. laziest reader of this book will try a similar 
experiment on himself he will find it admirably 
calculated to arouse his activity. I venture to 
affirm he will squirm more energetically, turn 
over quicker, and throw a greater amount of 
exercise into a given period than he ever did be¬ 
fore in his life. It had the same effect on us, 
and the muscular demonstrations we made dur¬ 
ing the exhibition “brought down the house” 
far more uproariously than any of our previous 
performances during the day. It resulted in my 
declining supper altogether, having a prejudice 
against the waiters in attendance, and of rais¬ 
ing. broad blisters on my person, the scars of 
which I will carry with me to the grave. 
At. the conclusion of these exercises, so re¬ 
freshing on one side, and so painful on the other, 
the warriors threw themselves on the ground to 
sleep. They lay near each other, forming a large 
circle, leaving a space in the center some fifty 
feet in diameter. Our sleeping apartment was in 
this space, and we were “put to bed and tucked 
up” in the following original fashion: First, 
we were made to lie down upon our backs, with 
our arms and feet extended. Four stakes were 
then driven firmly through the sward to which 
our hands and feet were fastened, holding us 
in such, a position that they were as wide apart 
as possible. Then two other stakes were driven 
close on either side of the neck, and a strong 
strip of. buffalo hide tied from one to the other, 
so that it passed under the chin, across the throat. 
Thus we lay upon our backs, unable to move 
head, hand or foot. 
I had now tasted nothing, save a little water, 
for nearly twenty-four hours, yet was not hun¬ 
gry, had undergone hardships rarely endured, yet 
was not weary; my excited imagination had 
driven afar.off the desire for rest or for refresh¬ 
ment. During, the long watches of the night my 
3 rain was busied with ten thousand fancies, but 
through the maze and shadow of them all I could 
not see the remotest prospect of deliverance. I 
gazed up into the sky—I could gaze nowhere else 
—and wondered how it was that the good God, 
who dwelt above the stars, omnipotent as he 
was just, could permit such a wrong as I was 
suffering to.be perpetrated in his sight. Thus the 
wretched night, without having for one moment 
