The Eliza Bradley Narrative

to have been treated with a small degree of lenity, others bore the marks of the most savage cruelty, and certainly could not have survived much longer under such sufferings, had they not been providentially redeemed out of the hands of the unmerciful barbarians. By the account given me by my husband, of his deprivation and sufferings from the time of our separation, it appeared that he had fared no better than the rest—two days after my separation from them, the Arabs reached another village, which was the place of residence of three or four more of the company, and where another separation of the captives took place. My husband, however, being not of this party, he was still compelled to travel on under the most disagreeable circumstances; he became so weak and emaciated, and his faculties so rapidly declined that he could scarcely hear or see, and a vertical sun was so continually darting his beams so intensely upon him, that for the last two days of the his journey he could scarcely move one foot before the other. But, having at lengah succeeded in reaching the village of his master, by the intercession of one of his sons in my husband’s behalf, he was treated with more humanity, until an opportunity fortunately presented in which he was enabled to forward a line to Mogadore, by a man informing Mr. Willshire of his situation, as well as that of his fellow captives. On the receipt of my husband’s letter, that gentleman, who is so renowned for his humanity, did not spare a moment to