The year is 1689.  A nine-year-old Puritan boy, John Gyles, was abducted in a raid by Malecite Indians, where he spent the next nine years of his life as a slave in present-day New Brunswick.  From an account that he left when he was rescued finally and reunited with the remnants of his family, these are a few of the incidents that he experienced.

"As O-ski-Tchin stirred the fire  -  he said abruptly: "You had a brother, Chon.  He was seized with you at Pemaquid."
"Yes - James! Have you word of him?"
"He is dead", the Indian told him matter-of-factly.  He had heard it from a Penobscot just two days before.  James Gyles and another English youth had escaped after three years' captivity.  They were overtaken by the Indians at New Harbour and brought back.
"And they slew my brother?"
O-ski-tchin spared him nothing.  The Penobscots had tortured the pair with fire; then their noses and ears were cut off, and they were made to eat them.  After that they were burned to death at the stake.

One winter John and his slave-friend Jack Evans were on separate hunting trips.  Jack had taken a little pet white dog.  In the spring John's party returned first and he waited days, then weeks, for the other group.  When at last it came in view John was one of the first standing on the riverbank.  But there was no sign of Jack.  John ran to an Indian he knew.
"What is delaying Jack?"
The Indian was silent for a moment.  Then he explained.  One day Jack had been carrying a heavy burden on his back.  He was weak from hunger, as they all were.  A gale was blowing.  Descending an icy hill Jack broke through, cutting his knee badly.  He tried to keep going, urging his dog to catch up.  But the cold north wind bludgeoned him.  Sleet was falling.  His legs were plunging ever more slowly into the snow.
"Wait for me!" he called to the Indians.  "Un-ko-wuts!" (I am cold!)
But, sore beset themselves, they plodded on without heeding his pleas.  The last anyone remembered of Jack he was sitting on any icy ledge, legs immersed in water, holding out his arms to them.
Some Indians walked back the next morning.  They found Jack still on the ledge, encased in ice, looking sightlessly ahead.  In his arms was his little dog, also frozen dead.

From: Great Canadian Adventures: John Gyles' Amazing Ordeal by Stuart Trueman