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Chapter 5
Narratives And Adventures Of Revolutionary Prisoners
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The Abeels.-Their Residence.-Strong Whigs.-H.
M. Brace, Esq.-His Narrative.-Time of the Capture.-Sources of
Information.-Indians and Tories.-Settlement in Prattsville.-A Fight
There.-The Abeels Taken.-Negro Impudence.-A Tory Neighbor.-Garret
Abeel and MulliganRoute of the Indians.-Danger of David Abeel.-Great
Suffering by the Way.-Running the Gauntlet.-Release and Return of
David.-Anthony's Captivity and Escape.-The Captivity of Captain
Jeremiah Snyder and His Son Elias.-Their Residence in
Saugerties.-Dominie Van Vlierden.-His Sermon.-An Adventure of Captain
Snyder before his Capture.-Capture of Him and His Son.-Indian
Quarrel.-The House Robbed and Burned.-A Son Released.-They Cross the
Mountains.-Tory Aid.-The Captain's Papers.-Canoe-making.-Down the
Delaware.-They Reach the Susquehanna.-A Rattlesnake Feast-Tioga
Point.-Chemung River.-Lieutenant Boyd's Party.-Murphy.-A
Packhorse.-Tory Neighbors.-A White Squaw.-Fishing.-Thieves.-Escape
the Gauntlet.-Enter Fort Niagara.Captives at Night.-Their Food.-The
Jansens.-Short and Miller.-Warwhoops.
Three miles and a half from Catskill the road
to Mountain House crosses the Cauterskill Creek in a beautiful valley
between two high hills. In ascending the hill beyond the bridge,
there may be seen, near the creek, half a mile to the left, a long,
low, stone house, with a large basement kitchen under one end, such a
house as the early Dutch farmers in this region commonly built, the
stones being of a light color, unhewn, of every form and size, and
joined with rude cement. From this house, in the spring of the year
1780, David Abeel and his son Anthony, zealous Whigs and worthy and
intelligent men, were carried away captives to Canada; having been
taken prisoners by a party of Indians and tories. Their immediate
descendants still live in this region, and are among the most
respectable, thrifty, and intelligent of our population.
For the facts which follow, I am mainly
indebted to Henry M. Brace, Esq., of New York City, a lawyer; a son
of the late Dr. Abel Brace, of Catskill, an eminent, skilful, and
benevolent physician. Mr. Brace is a man of strong antiquarian
tastes, and of much research in that direction. At the close of his
narrative he thus writes:
The foregoing account I have derived mainly
from Mr. David G. Abeel, a grandson of David, and nephew of Anthony.
He is now seventy-five years of age, and has often heard his uncle
describe his capture and the adventures of his father and himself. I
have also obtained a few details from Mr. Frederic Overbaugh and his
wife, who were well acquainted with Anthony Abeel. The writer of this
work would here add that Colonel David G. Abeel is still living, at
the age of eighty-two, with his mind active and vigorous, and well
recollecting what he has known of the events recorded below. And here
I begin the narrative of Mr. Brace, giving the spring of 1781 as the
time when the Abeels were taken captives, as determined by the
narrative of the Snyders, who were with them in Canada, Mr. Brace
having been unable to learn at what time they were taken by the
Indians. Mr. Brace must have written his narrative some eight years
since, as Col. Abeel was then seventy-five years old.
MR. BRACE'S NARRATIVE.
"Men and women are still living who have
heard Anthony Abeel tell the story of his own and his father's
captivity among the Indians, during the Revolutionary War. The Abeels
were strong Whigs; and, as their zeal in this respect offended their
Tory neighbors, they resolved to punish them. As their house was
distant from others, and defenseless, their capture was easy and
safe. This was effected by five or six Mohawk Indians, aided by two
or three tories, who were neighbors and former friends of the Abeels.
These Indians came by the way of the Schoharie Kill, or Creek,
through where the town of Hunter now is, and, from time to time
crossing the mountain, were a constant source of anxiety to the early
settlers in this region." [A settlement of Dutch emigrants, from
Schoharie County, was made on the flats in Prattsville, west of the
mountains, soon after the French War, in 1763. During the
Revolutionary War, they were attacked by a party of tories and
Indians ; and, in a battle near where the Windham turnpike bridge now
is, the assailing party were routed.]
"One Sabbath evening, in the spring Of
1781, the Abeels, having just returned from a religious meeting were
taking their supper, when their house was suddenly entered by Indians
and tories, They were taken wholly by surprise, so that there was no
time to seize their guns, which were on the brackets attached to the
great beams overhead; nor would they have been of any use to them had
they done so, for the negro servants or slaves of the family, being
leagued with the Indians, had during the day taken the priming from
the guns, and put ashes in the pans. A sister of Anthony Abeel used
to tell with much glee how, amid the confusion of the capture, she
crept under the table, and took the silver shoe and knee buckles from
her father and brother, and hid them in her bosom." [An act
showing great courage and presence of mind on her part, though it may
be presumed that she did not feel very gleeful while she was doing
so.] "The house was plundered, chests and tables were split in
pieces by the Indians with their tomahawks, beds were ripped open,
the feathers scattered, and small articles of value were carried
away. The women of the family were not molested, but David and his
son Anthony were taken prisoners. As David was advanced in life, he
would not have been taken away, had he not recognized one of his tory
neighbors, who was painted and disguised as an Indian, incautiously
saying to him, as he called him by name, 'Is that you?' The tory
replied, 'Since you know me, you
must go too.' A large negro servant of the family aided the Indians
in binding the prisoners, grossly abusing his master, and snatching
his hat from him, and giving his own in exchange, said, 'I am master
now: take that.' On their way to Canada, the negro was insolent to
one of the Indians, who gave him a blow which nearly cost him his life.
"Garret Abeel, a younger brother of
Anthony, had been spending the day with John Schunneman, at the
parsonage of the dominie, his father, in Leeds ; and, on returning
home at evening, he heard an unusual noise in the house. Having
secured the aid of one Mulligan, who lived between the Abeels and
where the turnpike now crosses the creek, they hid in the bushes by
the path, near the house, and saw the Indians pass with their
prisoners and spoil, the leader of the party carrying a lantern to
guide them in their way. Garret raised his gun, and was about to
fire, when Mulligan" [who, as Col. Abeel informed me, was
trembling with fear] "checked him, saying, 'Don't shoot, -- you
may kill your own father.' The prisoners were led by way of the
mountains, and spent one or two nights in a small fort, on the
southwest slope of Roundtop, beyond the Cauterskill Clove, midway
between Roundtop and High Peak. The remains of this fort were visible
as late as 1848. From the fort they went, by a footpath, down the
banks of the Schoharie Kill. David Abeel, being old, fell behind in
the march, until having overheard one of the party say that it would
be necessary to kill him, that he might not delay them in their
journey, he then strained every nerve and kept up with them. Having
spoken to the leader of the party, in the Indian tongue, he was
surprised, and asked him where he had learned the Mohawk language. He
replied, 'I was for a long time a trader among them.' After this he
was treated kindly by the Indians.
"Their destination was Canada ; by what
route they went is not known, (probably by the same with Schermerhorn
and the Snyders, by the way of the Delaware, Chemung, Susquehanna,
and Genesee rivers.) They had a vast unbroken wilderness to pass;
and, finding no game in the midst of it, they well-nigh died of
hunger, having first eaten two or three dogs they had with them, and
then living on roots and herbs. When they were suffering most, the
leader of the party found a goose-egg, and,. roasting it, gave half
of it to David Abeel. I was once told, by a Revolutionary soldier
named French, that he with others started, a day or two after the
Abeels were taken, in pursuit of the Indians, and reached the fort
near High Peak soon after they had left it, the ashes of their fires
being still warm, and then followed the Schoharie Kill to the Mohawk
without finding them.
"Before reaching Canada, Anthony Abeel was
made to run the gauntlet, his father being excused on account of his
age, and as a proof of the friendship of the Indians for him. Before
preparing for the race, he was told by his father, who was familiar
with Indian customs, that the younger Indians would probably throw
themselves in his way, to hinder him in. his course, and if they did
so, to knock them down. He then took off his coat and shoes, and
began to run, when a young Indian put himself in his way and tried to
stop him, but he gave him a blow under his ear which knocked him
down. The other Indians filled the air with shouts of derisive
laughter at this mishap, leaping and yelling with delight. Amid the
confusion Anthony finished his race without another blow. David Abeel
was soon released on parole, on account of his age, and sent home.
Anthony was a prisoner two years. Some of his time he employed in
making brooms and baskets, which he sold, and thus supplied himself
with tobacco, whiskey, and other unclean luxuries. At length he made
his escape with the Snyders, whose narrative follows this. They
almost died of hunger by the way, having at one time been without
food for nine successive days, with the exception of a few roots and
some horseflesh which they found by the way. At another time they
saved themselves from starving by a hearty meal of steak taken from a
cow which crossed their way. When they reached a friendly settlement
they were exhausted with privation and fatigue, their clothes were in
tatters, and their feet badly wounded and bare. Their wants were,
however, freely and fully supplied; and in due time they safely
reached their homes. How and when they did so may be learned from the
narrative of the Snyders, which follows this of the Abeels."
THE CAPTIVITY OF CAPTAIN JEREMIAH SNYDER, OF
SAUGERTIES, AND HIS SON ELIAS, AMONG THE INDIANS AND BRITISH IN
CANADA, IN THE TIME OF THE REVOLUTIONARY WAR.
The narrative, the substance of which is given
below, was first published by Mr. Charles G. Dewitt in the
"Ulster Sentinel," in Kingston, of which he was editor, in
the year 1827. Mr. Dewitt, who has since died, was a relative of the
Snyders, and wrote this narrative from the verbal statements to him
by Captain Snyder, who was then in his eighty-ninth year. It was
republished in the "Saugerties Telegraph " of January 25
and February 1, 1851, copies of which were preserved by my neighbor
in Kiskatom, Mr. Jeremiah E. Snyder, son of Elias, one of the
captives, and who is now (June, 1866) living near me, aged eighty,
having been born soon after the close of the Revolutionary War. The
place where the Snyders lived when they were taken captives was about
a mile north of the Blue Mountain Reformed Dutch Church, where an
old, unoccupied stone house now stands, on the farm of Mr. Valk.
Jeremiah E. Snyder married a daughter of Dominie Van Vlierden, a
native of Holland, who formerly preached in the Dutch language alone
in the old stone church in Kaatsbann, in the north part of
Saugerties, where he died. With copies of the paper containing this
narrative, I borrowed and read with much interest the second edition
of a sermon preached in Catskill, July 30, 1812, by Dominie Petrus
Van Vlierden, it being a day of fasting and prayer in connection with
our war with Great Britain. It was translated from the Dutch into
English by the Rev. Dr. Ostrander, who, in the year 1800, at the age
of twenty, entered the ministry of the Reformed Dutch Church,
preaching both in Dutch and English most of his life, having been
nine years pastor in Coxsackie, two in Catskill, and fifty in
Kaatsbann and Saugerties, as the successor of Dominie Van Vlierden.
Dr. Ostrander is still living in Saugerties, in the eighty-sixth year
of his age, and the sixtysixth of his ministry, feeble in body, but
with a well-stored, acute, vigorous, and active mind. The sermon
referred to above is one of much earnestness, ability, and force.
Before the war of 1776, Captain Snyder, with a
few others, had settled on the fertile interval lands, where he was
taken by the Indians, living in a log-house in the midst of the
forest, near the base of the Catskill Mountains, about two miles east
of the Plattekill Clove. He had a wife and seven children, four sons
and three daughters; and known as a strong Whig and a military
officer, and with bitter tories all around him, his position was one
of much exposure and danger.
During the year previous to his capture,
Captain Snyder, his son Elias, and three others, were out in search
of tories, when Elias and two who were with him went in pursuit of
wild turkeys among the mountains, leaving the Captain and one Anthony
Van Schaick to go on alone. While moving cautiously along, they were
suddenly startled by the firing of guns, and five bullets struck the
ground near Captain Snyder. He saw the muzzles of these guns within
deadly range of him, and was ordered, with a curse, to lay down his
arms, but saved his life by flight, though thirteen shots had been
fired at him. Van Schaick also escaped by running. From a prisoner
they took, later the same day, they learned that he had been put
forward, on the cliff under which they passed, to see who they were;
and, having told what he saw, they aimed their guns mainly at Captain
Snyder, as a military officer, and peculiarly hated by them. |
Saturday, May 6, 1780, while Captain Snyder and
Elias were ploughing in a field near the house, their horses suddenly
showed signs of fear, and soon a number of tories and Indians rushed
upon them from the forest in three distinct parties, so that they
could flee only towards the house. Leaving their horses, they fled,
pursued by six Indians, among whom were the celebrated John Runnip
and Shank's Ben, running and yelling with all their might. Elias and
his father soon took different directions, each pursued by three
Indians, when, seeing three tories coming from a hill near the house,
and finding themselves entirely surrounded, Elias stopped running,
and was taken by a tall Indian, calling himself Hoornbeck, while his
father was seized by Runnip, at which two Indians and a tory were
very angry, having been in front of him when he stopped and gave
himself up to those who pursued him. This well-nigh proved fatal to
him, it being a rule among the Indians that he who first laid hands
on a prisoner, or obtained his scalp, was entitled to the reward from
the British Government for such humane and merilorious acts; and,
when two or more came up at once, they had a short way of ending the
dispute by killing the prisoner. Hence the leader of those in front,
a short, dark-skinned wretch, came up in a threatening manner; and,
angry at having failed to take the prisoner, he struck his tomahawk
into the head of Captain Snyder, evidently intending to kill him. It
glanced, however, making him reel, and leaving a deep cut near the
ear. Another blow was parried by Runnip, so that the head of the
tomahawk alone bit his shoulder, when the Indian was commanded to
desist. Another Indian tried to pierce him with a spear; but Runnip
put it aside, thus saving his life.
They then went to the house, which the women
and children had left, having fled to the woods. Pork, maple sugar,
and clothing were taken; every room was searched; and the family
chest with its till was broken open with a tomahawk, in search of
four guineas which a tory had paid the Captain a few days before, two
of which they found and about two hundred dollars in Continental
money. They had already set fire to the barn, and Captain Snyder
obtained permission to remove some bedding and other articles for the
use of his family from the house before it should be burned. While he
and his son were carrying out the chest, bedding, and other articles,
one of the Indians ordered them to stop; the house was set on fire,
and they left for the mountains with their provisions and plunder. A
tory neighbor who lived not more than four hundred yards distant saw
what was doing, and withdrew, that he might not be called upon for aid.
After going a short distance in the forest,
Captain Snyder and Elias prevailed upon the tories to release
Ephraim, his youngest son, who was lame and only nine years old, whom
the Indians had captured in hopes of reward. In passing from the hill
too, in pursuit of the captives, the Indians saw the women in the
bushes, but did not disturb them. Soon they stopped to divide the
plunder into convenient packs for carrying, and to paint the
prisoners; and then they moved on again in Indian file. The pilot or
leader of the party was the Indian who tried to run Captain Snyder
through with a spear, and who had taken the name of William Van
Bergen; after whom came the prisoners, and then the other Indians and
the tories. The captives had no packs, and Captain Snyder carried
only one of the axes taken from his house. The feet of Elias were
sore from the earth and small stones in his shoes, causing much pain.
They soon came to a narrow cleft in the rocks, where the leader,
reaching up his bands, laid his gun on a shelf of rock higher than
his head; and then, seizing some bushes, he drew himself up to a
platform above. Elias followed him; and, taking the axe from his
father, he too climbed up. Alone there with the Indian, who was
looking up to a higher ledge before him, while those below were out
of sight, Elias, expecting to be murdered beyond the mountains, with
the axe in his hand, felt strongly tempted to kill the Indian and to
try to escape; but his father, seeing the danger of his doing so,
shook his head, and took the axe from him.
They then moved in an oblique direction up the
mountain, crossing the Cautenskill near where Patensville now is, and
passed to the south of Pine Orchard between two lakes on the east
branch of the Schoharie Kill. Through this and the other kill, they
waded breast high, and near by encamped for the night. Expecting, as
they did, an early and a violent death, their minds were much
relieved when Runnip told them that they would not be hurt, if they
made no attempt to escape; that they were taking them to Niagara;
that they would use them as well as they could; but that death would
be their lot if they attempted to escape. He would be kind to them,
he said, for he might in turn fall into their hands.
The next morning being Sunday, the Indians left
the tories at their camp-fire with the Continental money and two guns
taken from the Captain, and guided by Runnip, who now took command of
the party, they went on to a ravine near the head of the Schoharie
Kill, where was a depot of provisions, about ten feet from the
ground, on a scaffold formed by two small hemlock-trees and a
crotched stake or post. Here they remained until Tuesday morning,
Monday being wet. During the day Runnip produced a bundle of papers
belonging to Captain Snyder, taken from his chest, and carefully
examined them, burning the small ones, which contained many important
memoranda of military operations among the Whigs, and preserving the
large ones, which were a lieutenant's and captain's commission in the
service, with some title-deeds of property and other papers. Tuesday
morning, May 9, at daybreak, the Indians arranged and filled their
packs for each one of them, eight in all, taking down from their
depot Indian meal and peas. During the two days they were there, nine
hungry swine could not have eaten more than they did. Van Bergen was
the commissary of the party; and Runnip and Hoornbeck afterwards
subdivided their packs, allotting a part to each. Captain Snyder
shouldered his pack; while Elias, by complimenting Hoornbeck as being
stronger than himself, was relieved of one third of his pack, the
Indian having emptied it into his own.
At eight A. M. they moved onward, Runnip
leading them, and climbed a lofty peak of the Alleghanies, where the
snow was still four feet deep the 9th of May. It was hard enough to
bear them, and Runnip measured its depth by running his spear into
it. Near sunset they reached the east branch of the Delaware, where
they encamped. Runnip and another Indian then went towards
Middletown, which they called Pohatoghhon, in quest of potatoes,
which, in fleeing from the country in alarm the autumn previous, the
settlers had left in the ground, and were still in a good state of
preservation. Four others, with Shank's Ben at their head, went a
little way up stream to cut down an elm-tree, from which to make a
bark canoe, while the other two Indians were sitting on the ground
mending their moccasins. The tomahawks were lying on the ground, and
the guns were by a tree not far from Elias; and just as he, by a
silent signal between him and his father, was about to seize the
tomahawks, with a view to despatch the two Indians near them and then
escape, the four Indians who had gone for the elm-tree came running
into camp, thinking perhaps of their imprudence, and, taking Elias
with them, thus defeated his plan.
In making a canoe, the bark is carefully peeled
; the rough outside is removed so as to make it pliable; and then it
is stretched inside out over twigs, in the form of ribs, to give it
the right shape. Near each end the bark is pared away so as easily to
bend and overlap ; and thus the bow and stern are formed, where, and
in knot-holes, a kind of pulp of elm bark is placed, to caulk them
and make them water-tight. Their paddles were split from small
ash-trees, and were mainly. used to steer with, as Indians do not
often move in still water or against the current. About noon the next
day, Wednesday, the eight Indians, with their prisoners and packs,
left in their canoe; and finding, three miles below, a log canoe, two
Indians entered it with their baggage, giving the others more room.
After floating down stream twenty-four miles, they spent the night on
shore, at Middagh's Place, where the Indians took two bushels of corn
from a secret depot; it was somewhat musty, but answered well for
food. The next morning, after floating down sixteen miles to
Shehawcon, where the eastern and western branches of the Delaware
unite, they left their canoes. After marching about six miles, Runnip
was suddenly seized with a fit of fever and ague, which detained them
until the next morning. Saturday noon they reached the Susquehanna
River, about sixty miles above Tioga Point, having been eight days in
reaching that place from Saugerties, their progress being slow, as
their packs weighed about one hundred and thirty pounds each. Here
one of the Indians killed a rattlesnake, which Runnip skinned,
cleaned, and chopped into small pieces, made a soup of it, ate the
flesh and drank the soup, and was entirely well of his fever.
Having here made another canoe from the bark of
a large chestnut, they left Sunday at nine A.M., and reached Tioga
Point Tuesday morning. On their way, two Indians landed at the bead
of an island, and shot a young elk, which they ate. Leaving the canoe
at Tioga Point, they went up the Chemung River, along its banks, and
passed a breastwork which the Indians had thrown up the year before
to resist the invasion of General Sullivan. Between this and the
Genesee Flats, on Sullivan's route, were a couple of mounds beside
the path. "There lie your brothers," said Runnip, in Dutch,
pointing at the mounds. These were the graves of a scouting-party of
thirty-six men, sent forth from Sullivan's army, who had been cut off
by the Indians. One, Murphy, escaped; and Lieutenant Boyd and a
sergeant, after having been examined by Butler, the leader of the
Indians, were given over to be massacred. Near these mounds they saw
one of Sullivan's packhorses, which had strayed from the army and
spent the hard winter of 1780 in the long grass on one of the Chemung
Flats. He was a small, thickset bay, low in flesh, but apparently in
good spirits, and with no signs of fear. Here the feet of Elias were
covered with blisters; and they favored him by halting, as Indians
doctor their prisoners with the tomahawk alone, thus quickly ending
their sufferings.
The Sunday following they met two tories, John
Young and Frederick Rowe, of Saugerties, on their way to the
frontiers with a party of Indians. Young had lived for years within a
mile of Captain Snyder; and they conversed freely with each other, he
being civil and sociable, and inquiring after his friends and as to
the state of the war. Rowe said nothing. They there waded the Genesee
River up to their armpits, and, without stopping to dry their
clothes, walked about a dozen miles and encamped. There they met a
white woman, between twenty and thirty years old, with a child in her
arms, and an Indian, her husband, with her. She asked as to news in
English, and interpreted to her husband the answers given, in what
was supposed to be the Seneca language. She also questioned the
prisoners with regard to their capture and other matters. She said
that she had been taken by the Indians in the old French War, and had
lived with them since, but could not tell from whence she had been
taken. Her husband was probably a chief, a man of good manners and
appearance, and about thirty years of age. They had spent the winter
there, not having been disturbed by Sullivan's invasion. She was not
without intelligence and beauty, and in her Indian dress was
interesting in her appearance.
They now for three or four days travelled over
a fertile region, meeting at times with Indian scouts; and, May 24,
encamped by a stream within thirty miles of Niagara. As the water
here was in many places shallow, Elias and a young Indian, a brother
of Runnip, were employed in driving the fish over the shoal places,
where the Indians shot and speared them. They were suckers, some of
them more than three feet long and large in proportion, and made, as
cooked by the Indians, good food. The next morning a runner was sent
to Fort Niagara to give notice of their approach, and probably to
receive orders as to the prisoners. When about to start, a Seneca
Indian, apparently of some distinction, approached Runnip, and having
spoken a few words to him, came up to Captain Snyder and took hold of
his coat, when Runnip told him, in Dutch, to take it off and give it
to the Indian, which he did, when the Indian threw it over his arm
and went away. Soon after this they met a party of Indians on their
way to the Genesee Flats to plant corn, and the squaws in passing
robbed them of their hats. They met also two squaws, one of them a
sister of Runnip, who turned back with them to Niagara. Runnip and
his sister had great joy at meeting; and the squaws shook hands with
all the party, as is the uniform custom with Indians when they meet
with strangers or with friends.
On the morning of the 26th of May, after
passing the night within four or five miles of the fort, they moved
onwards; and at the end of two miles met the runner coming from the
fort, who turned back after speaking with Runnip, while the latter
turned towards Niagara River for a mile or more, where they again met
the runner with four or five white men and several unarmed Indians.
Under their protection, and that of Runnip and his party, the
prisoners were led to the ford, passing through an encampment of
several thousand Indians, whose cabins extended more than a mile in
length. This was called "running the gauntlet," and
sometimes proved fatal to the defenseless captives. There was no
danger from the warriors, who were above such revenge; but the young
Indians and squaws, armed with clubs and sticks, delighted to beat
out the brains of Whigs, against whom they were greatly exasperated,
especially after Sullivan's invasion. The Captain and his son,
however, were so closely surrounded by those with them that the
Indians could not get at them; and, moving rapidly, they entered the
fort. Thus, after a circuitous Indian journey of probably more than
five hundred miles, they at last reached the British rendezvous,
bareheaded, and the Captain without his coat; and, notwithstanding
all their severe toil, hardships, and exposure, their health was uninjured.
And here it may be well to notice some matters
of interest connected with the manners and customs of the Indians, as
they presented themselves to those of whom I am writing The manner of
sleeping common to Indians who had captives with them was to pass the
middle of a long cord around the arms of their prisoners, knotting it
on the back, and then, stretching it to its full length each way, the
ends were fastened to stakes driven in the ground. On this cord the
Indians spread their blankets and slept, that thus they might easily
know of any effort of their prisoners to escape. The captives, when
they could, made a bed of the branches of hemlock or other
evergreens; and, when it rained, covered their beds with a scaffold
of the same kind, and slept under it, the Indians sleeping on the
bare ground. The captor always slept next to his prisoner. Each
Indian had a small brass kettle for cooking his food, with a common
right to cook in a large one belonging to the whole company. Van
Bergen was cook, and with a wooden ladle gave to each Indian his mess
in the small kettles, leaving the portion of the captives, which was
a liberal one, in the larger one. Their meals were commonly of
suppawn, or sepawn, as Webster spells it; this being, in Pennsylvania
and elsewhere, the name still given to the boiled Indian meal or
hasty-pudding of New England. With this they had boiled peas and
small portions of the pork taken from Captain Snyder's house. Of game
they had little, except the flesh of a young elk and part of a deer,
left by the wolves on the banks of the Delaware. They also killed
muskrats, but the Indians alone could digest them. Salt, Indians do
not relish ; but they had some for their prisoners.
The Indian who tomahawked Captain Snyder shaved
him twice a week, but never spoke of, nor seemed to notice, the wound
on his head. The prisoners were painted on the first two days of
their capture, and not again until they reached the Susquehanna,
after which they were painted every morning. To give the eyes a fiery
cast, they had a mixture injected into them, unpleasant but not
painful. They conversed with Runnip in broken Dutch, but were mostly
silent. Runnip often said that they were going after prisoners of a
higher rank to Shawangunk, - for the Jansens, one of whom he said was
a colonel, and the other a major. Captain Snyder and his son
afterwards learned from some prisoners who were brought out that they
met Runnip and his party in the Genesee country in July, on their way
to Shawangunk. Runnip had some manly traits. In this last expedition
they had as prisoners Peter Short and his son-in-law, Peter Miller,
of Woodstock. Under the guidance of tories they had painted Short
black, which was a sign among the Indians that anyone might put him
to death. Against this Runnip remonstrated, saying that he had not
treated the Snyders in this way, and told Short to wash his face,
which saved his life, as otherwise the young Indians and squaws would
have beat his brains out. A year afterwards Captain Snyder and his
son learned in Canada from Captain Anthony Abeel, of Catskill, of the
result of Runnip's expedition to Shawangunk. This word is commonly
pronounced " Shongum," and is on the south line of Ulster
County, adjoining Orange County. They did not succeed in taking the
Jansens, but captured their negroes, who rose upon the Indians by the
way, and killed some of them. It is thought that Runnip was thus
killed. The negroes were never heard of; and it is supposed, that,
being lost in the forest, they perished from want. On meeting in the
wilderness, the Indians gave as many yells or whoops as they had
prisoners and scalps. The yell for prisoners was loud and long, to
the full length of the breath, ending with a shrill whoop; the yell
for scalps was short and abrupt. Where parties suddenly met in a
thicket, without seeing each other at a distance, they passed without
taking notice of those passing them ; and the yells were given when
they had left those they had met some distance in the rear.
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