Upon the past week's end I was retain'd to demonstrate the Art and Mystery of Physick and Surgery to a series of scouts and pupils that assembled near our temporary settlement near the Painted Stone Station.
The groups that passed through were, for the most part, very well behaved and attentive to what I had to tell them.
When the decision was finally made to evacuate the station, and the militia brought in to aid in the process, we formed a long slow line, marching toward Linn's Station, twenty one miles away.
Along the way, we were set upon by a group of indians, they seemed to come out from everywhere! We were hopelessly outnumbered. They slaughtered men, women and children alike without prejudice.
After my pistol misfired, several of them were on me, beating me and causing me to fall to the ground. They were all I could see, silhouetted above me against the sky. I was their prisoner!
All images contain'd herein are by mr. J. Cummings.
For additional images from the carnage by mr J. Cummings,
be sure to have a look in his journal.