{Indians Not Afraid To Die.}
If They Are Taken Captives, And Expect A Miserable Exit, They Sing;
If Death Approach Them In Sickness, They Are Not Afraid Of It;
Nor Are Ever Heard To Say, Grant Me Some Time.
They know by Instinct,
and daily Example, that they must die; wherefore, they have
that great and noble Gift, to submit to every thing that happens,
and value nothing that attacks them.
Their Cruelty to their Prisoners of War is what they are seemingly
guilty of an Error in, (I mean as to a natural Failing) because they strive
to invent the most inhumane Butcheries for them, that the Devils themselves
could invent, or hammer out of Hell; they esteeming Death no Punishment,
but rather an Advantage to him, that is exported out of this
into another World.
{Indians Cruelty to Prisoners of War.}
Therefore, they inflict on them Torments, wherein they prolong Life
in that miserable state as long as they can, and never miss Skulping of them,
as they call it, which is, to cut off the Skin from the Temples,
and taking the whole Head of Hair along with it, as if it was a Night-cap.
Sometimes, they take the Top of the Skull along with it; all which
they preserve, and carefully keep by them, for a Trophy of their Conquest
over their Enemies. Others keep their Enemies Teeth, which are taken in War,
whilst others split the Pitch-Pine into Splinters, and stick them
into the Prisoners Body yet alive.
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