AND SIGNAL DELIVERANCES IN THE CAPTIVITY
OF JOHN GYLES, ESQ.
ON the second day of August, 1689, in the morning, my honored father, Thomas Gyles, Esq., went with some laborers, my two elder brothers, and myself to one of his farms which lay on the river about three miles above Fort Charles, adjoining Pemaquid Falls, there to gather in his English harvest, and labored securely till noon. After we had dined our people went to their labor, some in one field to their English hay, the others to another field of English corn, except my father, the youngest of my two brothers, and myself, who tarried near to the farmhouse in which we had dined, till about one of the clock, when we heard the report of several great guns from the fort. Upon the hearing of them my father said that he hoped it was a signal of good news, and that the Great Council had sent back the soldiers to cover the inhabitants (for on report of the revolution they had deserted). But to our great surprise, about thirty or forty Indians at that moment discharged a volley of shot at us, from behind a rising ground near our barn.
The yelling of the Indians, the whistling of their shot, and the voice of my father, whom I heard cry out "What now! What now!," so terrified me (though he seemed to be handling a gun), that I endeavored to make my escape. My brother ran one way and I another, and looking over my shoulder I saw a stout fellow, painted, pursuing me with a gun and a cutlass glittering in his hand which I expected every moment in my brains. I presently fell down, and the Indian took me by the left hand, offered me no abuse, but seized my arms, lifted me up, and pointed to the place where the people were at work about the hay, and led me that way. As we passed we crossed my father, who looked very pale and bloody, and walked very slowly. When