Well, I picked him up and carried him ashore and made a shack by a spring.

I staid there with him.

When he got well enough to stand a few days' travel I got him across the river and givin' him a hunk of deer meat I told him to go, and if I ever saw him again I'd make a better shot.
"A year afterwards I trailed two Shawnees into Wingenund's camp and got surrounded and captured.

The Delaware chief is my great enemy.
They beat me, shot salt into my legs, made me run the gauntlet, tied me on the back of a wild mustang.

Then they got ready to burn me at the stake.