This is "The Story of My Captivity by Savages," or "How I Learned to Fight"
by Eliza Elizabeth Cook, age 13
Writ in my own hand on this, the 23rd day of August, 1829.

Chapter one.
"Fine Day for a Flaying," or "The Brutal Massacre of All I Held Dear."
The valley that runs down the trail over the west bank of the glorious state of Natchez-Pierce was the site of my own hideous undoing. My whole family was lain waste, no care taken by the natives that even baby Coolidge was to be spared an ounce of pain.
How I came to be spared, by the grace of God, I shall never know.

I had been smashed in the head with a boulder over fourteen times by a young Indian brave. When I awoke, with eyes still stinging from the smouldering decimation, my large blue eyes looked up into the burning sun of the late summer sky. No sooner had I stirred when four horsemen approached my wilted carcasse. In their stilted English, they told me in great detail how they had massacred mine own Ma and Pa, how my elder brother Ham had given no resistance to his own flogging, and how easy it had been to make my sickly sister, Sarah Susanna, wail and sob like a sea creature. (Boo hoo!)

I clenched my long, graceful fingers into tight fists at my sides, and turning my head away, laughed quietly to myself. (Ha ha ha!) If these human animals believed that they had captured a nubile and willing young white slave girl, they were sorely mistaken.

I felt about my waist for a weapon. Oftentimes, I kept sewing tools hanging from ribbons pinned to my dress. "Looking for this?" the handsomest warrior asked, holding my sterling pinking shears up between two red fingers as he looked down from his steed at my writhing confusion.

Brushing a strand of pale yellow hair from my brow, I pretended to reach for a stray silken slipper that I had spied nearby, but swiftly darted up and in between the flanks of the wild mustangs that stood majestically before me!

The silent commander had only to reach down to capture me by the hair. Yanking hard, he pulled me upright, and twisted my fair face up to meet his cold, cold gaze. I shall never forget my realization upon that moment that my freedom had thus been robbed. And that although my pleasing mortal shell was intact,I, Eliza Elizabeth Jane Cook, was to become a handmaiden to a number of verile, half-naked nomads, and that this ordeal would continue fourteen years

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    General Commentthis is an adolescent girl's private fantasy, involving the murder of her annoying brother and sickly little sister, and her being kidnapped and taken as a bride by scary sexualised "savages". I think it's cute.
    Hazharon March 06, 2007   Link
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    General Commentradish_baby: I'm not saying things like this didn't happen, just that this particular story is a fantasy. The girl is feigning that she wishes to escape, but in the end she wants to succumb to their advances in order to live a life of exotic excitement, far from the banile ordinaryness of her real life.
    Hazharon January 04, 2008   Link
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    General CommentThe thing that really struck me about this song was the depiction of age: in the beginning, it states the narrator is 13, but in the end, "I, Eliza Elizabeth Jane Cook, was to become a handmaiden to a number of verile, half-naked nomads, and that this ordeal would continue fourteen years". This seems to carry on a theme, as in "Orphanage", the line "I have been trapped in this orphanage for longer than my years." Other than that, I found this a generally very amusing song.
    freakishfaeon December 12, 2005   Link
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    General CommentI doubt it's a fantasy... she tried to escape, meaning that she obviously hadn't wanted to be with those verile, half-naked nomads.
    MagicLimeon May 22, 2007   Link
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    General CommentIt's not a fantasy - as with many of Rasputina's songs this is influenced by actual events. It wasn't unheard of for war parties to go in and kill families and take the daughters into their tribes to be raised as one of their own. The girls were generally expected to learn the customs and marry Indian men and become mothers. There are even a few very isolated incidents of the women choosing to stay with the tribes they were taken into.

    Other than that I think our narraitor has a very high opinion of herself. :P Overall this song just made me giggle.
    radish_babyon August 11, 2007   Link
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    General CommentWhat bothers me about this song is that it is so intriguing I want to know more...and it's not a real (or at least finished and published) book. It really makes me sad. It'd be an interesting read :D
    doglover427on June 25, 2010   Link

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