The Jeffersonian. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1853-1911, 1854-03-02
NO II.

so, and is named Juan-Jose. To him,
more than to any other man in the party,
owe my present freedom.
He told me the camp was full of Canaan
ches, and if they saw me it would be i'm
possible for the party to save me. He
made me lie down on the ground while he
covered me with dried grass 1 lay here
all day, and at night crept forth to quench
my almost intolerable thirst Juan came
and brought me some bread, and told ME
not by any means to leave my hiding
place the next day. That day Jagged
slowly along, and i could hear the dread
ed Camanches passing and repassing, and
shouting to each other
At night Juan returned, bringing an
other blanket and several loaves of bread,
and told me that I must remain here for
seven or eight days longer, as the par
ty were obliged to 60 further on, and
could not take me, unless | was willing
to become captive once more. L saw
the party disappear the next day. and 1t
seemed as if my hopes of rescue disap-
peared with them. But resolved to wait
until the time appointed was up.
In rayine near by found large log,
which had been left burning; this fire
kept alive day and night till the Mexi-
cans returned, and without it l should
probably have frozen to death, as the
weather had become very cold. l cover
cd hollow cotton woodstump with bark
and leaves to keep out the cold wind
This stump was my house during my stay
here. When l could endure the cold no
longer would leave my house and run to
the fire, but was afraid to stay there long
lest the Indians should see me. The
wolves soon found out my place of re-
treat, and frequently, while l was in the
stump, they would come and scratch a.
round and on its top. The black berries
were very scarce here, and had it not
been for the bread Juan Jose gave me I
do not see how 1 could have kept from
starving to death.
The eight days passed slowly by. and I
knew not whather to give way to hope or
despair. But on the eighth l heard sew
eral persons calling to each other. 1
feared they were Indians, but they be-
longed to the trading party, and we're on
their return to New Mexico. They had
lost the place where l was concealed, and
were shouting to each other to attract my
attention. I was SO oyerjoyed that
pushed towards them, unmindful of briers
and sore feet. Juan gave me fine horse
to ride, and the whole party treated me
with the utmost ciyilty and kindness.
On the thirty fourth day of our return
toward New Mexico, we reached the town
of Pecos. Here met Major Carleton,
Mr.. Adams, Of the United States army,
who took the deepest interest in my COM
fort. Here I laid aside mans apparel,
and was furnished with supply from
Mrs. AS wardrobe. After remaining at
Pecos a few days, l was conducted to
Santa Fe, by the son of Gov. Merriweth-
er.
( To Gov. NJ, and also to the American
ladies of this place, cannot be too thank
full for their friendly sympathies and uni
form kindness.
The past seems like horrid dream
l have related nothing but facts, and no
language that can use can fully express
the sufferings of mind and body which l
have endured. My two brothers-in law
are still captives, and unless reclaimed
will become as savage as the Indians
The Mexicans saw them with the Canaan
ches, but were unable to procure their
freedom. One is twelve years old, the
other ten, and unless the strong arm OF
government is lifted up for their redemp-
tion, there is no hope for them.