. In the bosom of the Comanches;. rowand the woful and pathetic face of my lamented mother,stricken and dying from the deadly knife-thrusts andarrows of my fiendish captors. My little nine-year-oldsister being made to look on the line of warriors withguns and bows and arrows trained on me burst forth intoparoxysms of wailing cries, and sobbings. In this momentof doom I spoke to her in quieting, endearing terms, andwhen she thought the next instant would be my last shefell upon the ground and hid her face. I was sure theywere going to kill me, and wanting the scene closed Imade signs to them to
. In the bosom of the Comanches;. rowand the woful and pathetic face of my lamented mother,stricken and dying from the deadly knife-thrusts andarrows of my fiendish captors. My little nine-year-oldsister being made to look on the line of warriors withguns and bows and arrows trained on me burst forth intoparoxysms of wailing cries, and sobbings. In this momentof doom I spoke to her in quieting, endearing terms, andwhen she thought the next instant would be my last shefell upon the ground and hid her face. I was sure theywere going to kill me, and wanting the scene closed Imade signs to them to shoot and end my unbearablesuspense. When I did this, several of the Indians re-laxed their drawn weapons and thrust themselves be-tween me and the line of executioners; and then all theIndians came up and pushed the impulsive defendersaside and took a raw-hide rope and tied me to the then pulled long dead grass and collected a lot ofdry brush from the nearby trees and placed all around In the Bosom of the Comanches 31. MRS. J. D. BELL. Sister of Dot Babb. Taken into captivity by the Comanche Indians with Dot, as related in this book. Mrs. Bell, with her husband and six children, resides at Denton, Texas. 32 In the Bosom of the Comanches me, preparatory to cremating me alive, and during allthis time my sisters cries broke the solitudes of thesesavage wilds. They had no matches, but used flint andsteel in making fires; and the flint and steel they placedby the grass and brush piled about and over me, and thenheld what seemed a last council. Being more than evertired of these preliminaries I made signs to them to firethe grass, but instead of doing so they all came forwardsaying, Heap wano you, and untied me. I afterwards learned from them that my seeming totallack of fear and utter defiance of the most painful ofdeaths evidenced the qualities and courage needful in awarrior, and as such they spared my life and attached oradopted me as a prospective militant tribesman.
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