Mrs.
McClure got away at first, and ran two hundred yards, taking her four children with her; in the gloom they would all have escaped had not the smallest child kept crying.

This led the Indians to them.

Three of the children were tomahawked at once; next morning the fourth shared the same fate.

The mother was forced to cook breakfast for her captors at the fire before which the scalps were drying.

She was then placed on a half-broken horse and led off with them.