her companion and a captive white boy, all of them having feigned slumber, she dispatched the Indians in their sleep. and made her way, in one of their canoes, down the Merrimack to Haverhill. To her memory, in June, 1874, there was erected on the island an impressive monument of Concord granite, representing her as standing with a tomahawk in hand. The Northern Railroad crosses the island to the west of the statue.
Note 11, page 78.
The history of our Southwestern Border is replete with stories of capture and escape similar to the one here related. The records of that able, humane, and lamented officer, the late General Crook, when he commanded the Department of Arizona, furnish many such incidents. Captain John G. Bourke, U. S. A., has detailed some of them in his brilliant narratives, "An Apache Campaign" (Scribners, New York, 1886)—that memorable campaign when General Crook and his command penetrated to the fastnesses of the Sierra Madre, and surprising the savage Chiricahua Apaches, brought them, humbled, to the San Carlos Agency. Five Mexican women who had been their captives came into the camp, exhausted, ragged, and almost famished—one with a baby in her arms. "'Praise be to the All-Powerful God!' ejaculated one. 'And to the most Holy Sacrament!' echoed her companions. 'Thanks to our Blessed Lady of Guadaloupe!' 'And to the most Holy Mary, Virgin of Soledad, who has taken pity upon us!'"
Note 12, page 174.
The Be-thar-wa-an,—Love Song of the Omaha Indians,—according to Miss Alice Fletcher, is sung at dawn. "The lover leaves his tent while the morning star is shining, and goes to the valley of his maiden. On a
