ago. The Indians had taken up a couple
of Women for the supposed crime of Witch
Craft--one of these Women they had put to
Death, & the other to extreme Torture to extort
from her a Confession of her Guilt. The
young Warrior was the son of this Woman.
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having by some means heard what
was going forward among them went to the Wo
mans Relief and remonstrated with them on the
evil & impropriety of such acts--they however
plead with him on the Necessity of taking
the Womans Life & when the found he
continued firm in his Objection, her own
son stepd forth, first lookd to the Ground & then
raising his Eyes in a moving manner a' said
My Friend I hope you will listen to
what I have to say. I am the son of that
Woman--she is my Mother!--She
nursed me when I was a Child, and I
love my Mother!--Her Arms were ex
tended for my protection--she laboured
for my support & Comfort!--how can I
help but love my Mother? She
clothed me & kept me from all harm
both in sickness & in Health, and you
cannot doubt that I still love my Mo