They have such dread and horror of this that it is constantly in their minds.
You white people! [You] who live at your ease, get your living out of your nets or from your Indians, and besides are not otherwise troubled as we, make light of these things. I do not make much account of them either. But I tell you that he who thus once dreams of either of those dogs are for ever after continually troubled with them.
We do everything in our power to drive him away from us. But still he hovers about us, and we cannot avoid him. You are very fortunate! You live as you please; never care for him; nor does he molest you.
Such I am told are the sentiments of these people in general.
[Behavior of Infected People]
I look upon this as a sort of mania, a fever, a distemper of the brain. Their eyes (for I have seen [them] thus perplexed) are wild and uncommonly clear; they seem as if they glistened. It seems to me to lodge in the head. They are generally rational except at short, sudden intervals when the paroxysms seize them. Their motions then are various and diametrically contrary at one time to what they are the next moment: Sullen, thoughtful, wild look[ing] and perfectly mute, staring in sudden convulsions, [they use] wild, incoherent and extravagant language.
[An Account of Survival]
There was one a few years back infected with this not far from where I was at the time. The accounts given of him, though I shall not vouch for their truth, are thus.
One night towards the latter end of December he began staring at his daughter with an extraordinary intenseness.
"My daughter! I am fond of thee! I love thee extremely!"