The Plymouth Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1878-1901, 1901-08-22
Angus Corb|y's Captivity
Story of Early Indian Life and Adventure in the Territory
Northwest of the Ohio River.
eyA WRITER OF MARSHALL COUNTY

the Wabash there was portage of a
few miles over which the canoes and
stores were carried through the woods
and during the busy season of travel
there was much demand for men tC
perform this work. Tullihas and his
proud warriors, with great reluctance,
came at last to accept employment as
carriers and thus they redeemed their
fallen fortune by doing mental labor
for the goods they had thought to
purchase with the proceeds of the
claSe.
Angus threw himself into the new
work with high satisfaction, fore
seeing speedy departure for the
cornfelds where he hoped for hap
pier and more tranquillife. On day
he never forgot he was trudging along
the thickly shaded path of the port
age, his heavy pack supported by a
tIOdu Ddllu dClOSo LID lOlChCoO ohe'
hanging back over his shoulders,
when of sudden he was tripped by a
pole thrust before his feet from a
screen of brush at the side and as he
sprawled upon the ground under his
load half dozen Indians leaped upon
him and pinioned him securely. He
was quickly stripped of his burden
and forced to run with his captors out
of ear-shot from the path, where a
stop was made long enough to rifle the
pack of such of it's contents as they
wanted and hide the remainder, and
then the march was directed in a
westerly course and away from the
portage.
The boy recognized the band as Pot
tawattamies whom he had seen for
several days at the post while they
were disposing of their furs. They
had seen in him promising young
slave belonging to tribe to which
they were under no obligations and
they had determined to possess him.
Now they placed heavy load upon
him and jubilantly set out for home,
driving him before them with many
blows and threats. Tullihas did not
miss his young liegeman until night
and no search was made until day
break, when it proved unsuccessful
and was abandoned. The Pottawat-
tamies. using all the arts of woodcraft
to conceal their trail, pushed on,
avoiding the swamps and encircling
the little silvery lakes that lay in
their course, camping cautiously in
secluded spots at night, and keep
ing a sharp lookout for Miami Indians
in passing throguh their lands on Eel
river, until at length they came to
their own villages on the long broad
reaches of the Tippecanoe. The Eng
lish slave was worn with the fatigue
of the forced march and sore from the
constant rain of blows he had received,
and he was Frustrated with grief over
his changed situation, realizing that
his new estate was as hopeless as any
<hat bod roma bafOra
The Pottawattamies were as cruel
to Angus as the Mohicans had been
kind, in spite of all his endeavors to
please them. He was made the drudge
of the squaws and was never permit
ted to take part in the hunting OF
trapping of the men or even to as
sociate with them. He was given to
eat only the garbage of the village,
the entrails of the animals upon which
his masters fed and such disgusting
food that only pinching hunger en-
abled him to eat at all. In this man.
er he Ii ed for four years, by which
time he had attained the full stature
and strength of man, and during that
entire period he was not suffered to
leave the region inhabited by the
tribe. They roamed the dense forests
of the Tippecanoe and the smaller
streams to the north, chased the great
herds of buffalo on the broad savan-
mas in the valley of the Kankakee,
spent one corn-season on the east bank
of the beautifulLake Mux-sen-kuck-ee
which teemed with fish and in the
fall was darkened with the flocks of
wild fowl that fed in the rice swamps
at its margin, and all this time the
war was raging far away to the east
and no rumor of its varying fortunes
reached the anxious ear of. the captive,
though the Indians were constantly
told of French successes and led to be-
lieve that their French father was
fighting to prevent the English king
from seizing their lands and driving
them out. to perish of starvation or at
the point of the sword.
CHAPTER 10.
THE FALL OF DETROIT.