Just after the raising of the siege of Fort Stanwix, in the Mohawk
Valley, the neighborhood continued to be infested with prowling bands of
Captain Gregg and a companion were out shooting one day, and were just
preparing to return to the fort, when two shots were fired in quick
succession, and Gregg saw his comrade fall, while he himself felt a
wound in his side which so weakened him that he speedily fell.
Two Indians at the same time sprang out of the bushes, and rushed toward
him. Gregg saw that his only hope was to feign death, and succeeded in
lying perfectly still while the Indians tore off his scalp.
As soon as they had gone, he endeavored to reach his companion, but had
no sooner got to his feet than he fell again. A second effort succeeded
no better, but the third time he managed to reach the spot where his
comrade lay, only to find him lifeless. He rested his head upon the
bloody body, and the position afforded him some relief.
But the comfort of this position was destroyed by a small dog, which had
accompanied him on his expedition, manifesting his sympathy by whining,
yelping, and leaping around his master. He endeavored to force him away,
but his efforts were in vain until he exclaimed, "If you wish so much to
help me, go and call some one to my relief."
To his surprise, the animal immediately bounded off at his utmost speed.
He made his way to where three men were fishing, a mile from the scene
of the tragedy, and as he came up to them began to whine and cry, and
endeavored, by bounding into the woods and returning again and again, to
induce them to follow him.
These actions of the dog convinced the men that there was some unusual
cause, and they resolved to follow him.
They proceeded for some distance, but finding nothing, and darkness
setting in, they became alarmed, and started to return. The dog now
became almost frantic, and catching hold of their coats with his teeth,
strove to force them to follow him.
The men were astonished at this pertinacity, and finally concluded to go
with him a little further, and presently came to where Gregg was lying,
still alive. They buried his companion, and carried the captain to the
fort. Strange as it may seem, the wounds of Gregg, severe as they were,
healed in time, and he recovered his perfect health.