Hannah Duston's story is a little different. She is considered to be quite a heroine, and was the first woman in the country to have a monument erected in her honor. This is her story:

On March 9th, 1697 Hannah gave birth to her twelfth child, Martha. Under the care of her neighbor, Mary Neff, she was recovering rapidly when on the morning of March 16th they were invaded by a band of indians. Her husband Thomas, working in the fields, saw the indians approach, and shouted a warning to the other children to flee for the garrison, about a mile away. He then rushed to the house in an attempt to save her, but seeing he was too late, and no doubt urged on by Hannah herself, raced after the other children resolving to escape with at least one.

A few of the indians followed Thomas, hiding behind bushes and rocks, but Thomas dismounted and guarding the rear, threatened to shoot whenever one appeared. Had he discharged his gun, they would have closed in at once, for reloading took considerable time. He was successful and with the older children carrying the younger, they all reached the garrison of Onesiphorus Marsh on Pecker's hill.

Meanwhile, the indians invading the house, forced Hannah to rise and dress herself. Mrs. Neff, trying to escape with the baby was easily captured, and Hannah was forced to watch the indians rifle the house of what they could carry away, and then torch the house. In her haste, Hannah could only carry away one shoe as the indians dragged her, Mrs. Neff and the baby to the woods to join the rest of their band.    

The indians chasing Thomas attacked other houses in the village, killing 27 and capturing 13 of the inhabitants. Fearing pursuit, the Indians immediately set out for Canada. Finding that the baby Martha was making it hard for Mrs. Neff to keep up, one of the Indians seized it from her, and before her mother's horrified eyes dashed out young Martha's brains against an apple tree. Some of the weaker captives were callously knocked on the head and scalped, but despite of her condition, Hannah managed to keep up and during the next few days traveled about a hundred miles through unbroken wilderness and rough trails, in places still covered with winter snow and sometimes deep with mud.

Near the junction of the Contoocook and Merrimack rivers, twelve of the Indians (two men, three women and seven children) took Mrs. Neff, Hannah and a young boy of fourteen years (Samuel Lennardson) and left the main party, heading to what is now known as Duston Island. They planned to rest before continuing on to Canada. Samuel had been captured some eighteen months earlier, was considered one of the Indian family, but was growing tired of living with them, and the two women had stirred a longing for home. Under Hannah's direction, Samuel casually asked the Indians how they had killed the English. "Strike 'em dere", said Bambico, touching his temple, and then proceeded to show the boy how to take a scalp.

 After reaching the island sometime before March 30th, the Indians had grown careless, considering the women too worn out to attempt an escape, and the young boy one of the family. No watch was set that night and the indians slept soundly. Hannah, who had been constantly thinking of how to escape developed a plan.

Shortly after midnight, Hannah, Mrs. Neff and Samuel arose, and armed with their captors tomahawks, and on Hannah's signal quickly began to strike their captors. So swiftly and surely did they perform their work that ten of the twelve Indians were killed outright, with a severely wounded squaw and one of the boys they had intended to take captive escaping into the woods.

They hastily piled food and weapons into a canoe, scuttled the rest of the canoes and headed downstream. Suddenly realizing that their story would seem incredible, Hannah ordered a return to the island, where they scalped their victims and set out down the river, where they took turns sleeping, while the others guided the frail craft.

Traveling during the night and hiding out by day, they finally reached the home of John Lovewell in old Dunstable. A monument commemorating the event was erected here in 1902. The following morning they continued on,  finally beaching their canoe at Bradley's Cove, where Creek Brook flows into the Merrimack. Continuing their journey on foot, they continued on to Haverhill, reuniting with their loved ones who had no doubt given them up for lost.

Source: Duston-Dustin Family Genealogy - Second Edition, published 1939.