Posted by Timothy on April 07, 2000 at 12:16:35:
It is my awful duty to inform you that the Shawanese have recaptured Seamus. He had eluded them quite well, and Deux Chemises and me, too, until early this morning. We had successfully laid several false trails to slow them and give Seamus more opportunity to put distance between him and his pursuers, and once the Shawanese determined what had happened...with them following false trails... they split into several smaller parties and each went a different direction. The result was that sooner or later, one party would come upon him...and they did! He took them, and us, from the camp where he escaped, at a small run coming into the East Branch of the Mahoning Creek six miles in a southwesterly direction to Stump Creek, which he forded a mile or so beyond this juncture. He then went south to Ugly Run, and turned eastward and entered an area of high Laurel bushes. This area is a nightmare! We were able to follow the trail only by meticulous scrutiny of the angle and position of the branches. The deer trails are little more than small tunnels, and afforded the only passage through here. Our clothing was torn to shreds by the laurel which seems to reach out and grab at you with its long sharp fingers, so you can imagine how Seamus fared, wearing only a loincloth and no leggings nor mocassins. We crossed a number of ridges and valleys, working steadily south and east. He was trying to get to Frankstown and safety, judging by the direction he was taking. Our fervent hope was that he had enough lead on his pursuers. It turned out not to be...
Seamus's worn and tired body just could not sustain the punishment of this kind of travel, and because the Shawanese had split into several smaller parties, they gained the advantage. His track and other sign he was leaving showed the unmistakable marks of exhaustion. I believe they now had an idea of where he was headed, and rapidly moved to cut him off ahead of his route. As we crested a ridge, we spied Seamus crossing a small run way below us, and as he started up the opposite hill, he ran into an ambush. The Shawanese had concealed themselves well and waited. Their diligence paid off for them. We were powerless to intervene, as we were too far behind, but could easily see across the valley, as the leaves are not yet out here. Malcolm, they beat him unmercifully and threw him down the slope quite hard...he rolled nearly to the bottom , yet he tried to arise and run, but was easily overpowered. That they did not tomahawk him at once gives hope that we may still succeed in saving him, but the light grows dimmer. They have secured him well and have set a camp to await the other parties. One of the heathens sits facing him at no more than 6 feet and watches him constantly. We will close in after dark and watch closely. We have seen nothing of Many Flags and Three Tales as of yet. I pray they soon arrive, as it will be very bad for Seamus now. I am fearful he will be put to death on the spot when M. du Ranck gets here. They do not take kindly to prisoners once they have escaped and are recaptured...
Malcolm! We hear movement in the woods behind us...it may be the other parties of warriors....I must go.....!
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