by horrible cries, not human sounds:  we thought ourselves surrounded by ferocious beasts.  We poor women clasped our children to our breasts, while our husbands armed themselves with whatever came to hand and dashed forward to meet the danger.  My God! my God! we saw ourselves hemmed in by a multitude of savages yelling and lifting over us their horrible arms, grasping hatchets, knives, and tomahawks.  The first to fall was my husband, my dear Leonard; all, except Irwin Vizey, who had the fortune to jump into the water unseen, all were massacred by the monsters.  One Indian tore my child from me while another fastened my arms behind my back.  In response to my cries, to my prayers, the monster who held my son took him by one foot and, swinging him several times around, shattered his head against the wall.  And I live to write these horrors!...  I fainted, without doubt, for on opening my eyes I found I was on land [blot], firmly fastened to a stake.  Nina Newman and Kate Lewis were fastened as I was:  the latter was covered with blood and appeared to be dangerously wounded.  About daylight three Indians came looking for them and took them God knows where!  Alas!  I have never since heard of either of them or their children.

I remained fastened to the stake in a state of delirium, which saved me doubtless from the horrors of my situation.  I recall one thing:  that is, having seen those savages eat human flesh, the members of a child—­at least it seemed so.  Ah! you see plainly I must have been mad to have seen all that without dying!  They had stripped me of my clothing and I remained exposed, half naked, to a July sun and to clouds of mosquitoes.  An Indian who spoke French informed me that, as I was young and fat, they were reserving me for the dinner of the chief, who was to arrive next day.  In a moment I was dead with terror; in that instant I lost all feeling.  I had become indifferent to all.  I saw nothing, I heard nothing.  Towards evening one of the sub-chiefs approached and gave me some water in a gourd.  I drank without knowing what I did; thereupon he set himself to examine me as the butcher examines the lamb that he is about to kill; he seemed to find me worthy to be served on the table of the head-chief, but as he was hungry and did not wish to wait [blot], he drew from its sheath the knife that he carried at his belt and before I had had time to guess what he intended to do [Enough to say, in place of literal translation, that the savage, from the outside of her right thigh, flayed off a large piece of her flesh.] It must be supposed that I again lost consciousness.  When I came to myself, I was lying some paces away from the stake of torture on a heap of cloaks, and a soldier was kneeling beside me, while I was surrounded by about a hundred others.  The ground was strewed with dead Indians.  I learned later that Vizey had reached the woods and by chance had stumbled into Fort Latourette, full of troops.  Without loss of time, the brave soldiers set out, and arrived just in time to save me.  A physician dressed my wound, they put me into an ambulance and brought me away to Fort Latourette, where I still am.  A fierce fever took possession of me.  My generous protectors did not know to whom to write; they watched over me and showed every care imaginable.