He spoke earnestly to the others, pointing to my face, and to my
flageolet, which he had taken; he looked also at my jacket of blue
cotton, which one of them had tied round his shoulders like a mantle;
and doubtless he then gave orders for me to be carried to the canoe.
They seized upon me; I screamed like a madman, kicked them and scratched
them; but what could I do against seven or eight great savages? They
tied my legs together, and my hands behind me, and carried me like a
parcel. I could then do nothing but cry out for Fritz; and the knight of
the gun came rather too soon. In attempting to defend me, some way or
other, off went his gun, and the ball took up its abode in my shoulder.
I can assure you an unpleasant visitor is that same ball; but here he
is, the scoundrel! Father Willis pulled him out by the same door as that
by which he went in; and since his departure, all goes on well.
"Now for my story. When poor Fritz saw that I was wounded, he fell down
as if he had been shot at the same time. The savages, thinking he was
dead, took away his gun, and carried me into the canoe. I was in despair
more for the death of my brother than from my wound, which I almost
forgot, and was wishing they would throw me into the sea, when I saw
Fritz running at full speed to the shore; but we pushed off, and I could
only call out some words of consolation.
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