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War of 1812 Michigan continued. pg.6
young man asked them if they were running away from the Big Knives; on the 22d they took possession of my house with a number of prisoners. One they roasted by the fire they made in the holes in the floor, and he was the whole day a dying as I was told by one of my neighbors, Alex's Gee, who seen him often through the day, and his cries could be heard a mile; but he dast say nothing, or even speak to him—would be certain death. When I came home in the evening to see my house he
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