Jonathan Alder Captured.

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saw, as his face was to the north, the shadow of a man's arm with an uplifted tomahawk. He turned about, and there stood an Indian ready for the fatal blow. Upon this the savage let down his arm and commenced feeling the boy's head. He afterwards told Alder it had been his intention to have killed him; but, as he turned, he looked so smiling that he could not strike, and on feeling his head and noticing that his hair was very black, the thought struck him that if he could only get him to his tribe, he would make of him a good Indian.

After crossing the Ohio they killed a bear, and remained four days to dry the meat for packing. He was now taken to a Shawnee village on Mad river, and forced to run the gauntlet formed by young children armed with switches. He was not hurt, and soon after was adopted into an Indian family.

His Indian mother washed him thoroughly with soap and water having herbs in it, and dressed him in leggins, moccasins and breech-clout. Jonathan was at first very homesick. Everything was strange. He could not speak a word of Indian; their food disagreed with him, and for more than a month he used to go and sit under a big walnut and cry for hours. His father was a chief, Succohanos, his mother's name was Whinecheoh, and the daughters were called by the English names of Mary, Hannah and Sally. The parents were old people who had lost a son, and Alder was to take his place. They took pity on him, and did all possible to comfort him. His Indian sister, Sally, however, treated him like a slave, and when out of humor called him bad names.

Jonathan lived for a while with Mary, the wife of Colonel Lewis, a noted Shawnee chief. "In the Fall of the year," says he, "the Indians would generally collect at our camp, evenings, to talk over their hunting expeditions. I would sit up to listen, and frequently fall asleep. After the Indians left, Mary would fix my bed, and, with Colonel Lewis, would carefully take me up and carry me to it. On these occasions they would often say, supposing me to be asleep, ' poor little fellow, we have sat up too long for him and he has fallen asleep on the cold ground;' and then-how softly they would lay me down and cover me up! Oh, never can I express the affection I had for these two persons."

Jonathan, with other lads, went into Mad river to bathe, and once came near drowning. He was taken out senseless and was some time in recovering. The boys, after bringing him to, gave him a silver buckle not to tell on them, and he did not. When Alder had learned the language he became more content, and said he would have lived very happily had it not been for several years of fever and ague.   The chief