Torturing a Blackloot.

Te Aroha News, Volume V, Issue 220, 17 September 1887, Page 7

Torturing a Blackloot.

The man was tied to a tree, after which they heated an old barrel of a gun until it. became red hot, with which they burneil him on the legs, thighs, neck, checks, and belly. They then commenced cutting the tkbh from about the nails, which^ they pulled out, and next separated the fingets from the hand, joint by joint. Dm ing the performance of these cruelties the wretched captive never winced, and instead of suing for mercy, lie added fresh stima. lams' to their barbarous ingenuity the most irritating reproaches, part which our interpreter translated lows: — "My heart is strong. You not hurt me. You can't hurt inc. are fools. You do not know how torture. Try it again. I don't feel any pain yet. We torture our relations a great deal better, because we make them cry out like children. You are not brave ; you have small hearts, and you are always afraid to fight." Then, addressing him&elf to one in particular, he said :—": — " It was by my arrow you lost your eye," upon which the flathead darted at him, and with a knife in a moment scooped out one of his eyes, at the same time cutting the bridge of his nose nearly in two. This did not stop him : with the remaining eye he looked sternly at another, and said, "I killed your brother, and scalped your old fool of a father." The warrior to whom this was addressed instantly sprang at him and separated the scalp from his head. He was then about plunging a knife into his heart, until he waa told by a chief to desist. The raw skull, bloody socket, and mutilated nose now pre • sented a horrible appearance, but by no means changed the tone of defiance. "It was I," said he to the chief, "that made your wife a prisoner last fall ; we put out her eyes ; we tore out her tongue ; we treated her like a dog. Forty of our young warriors — " The chieftain became incensed the moment his wife's name was mentioned ; he seized his gun, and, before the last sentence was ended, a ball from it passed through the bravo fellow's heart, and terminated his frightful sufferings.—" Ma?sa cres of the Mountain."