<p>The sovereignty and goodness of GOD, together with the faithfulness of his
promises displayed, being a narrative of the captivity and restoration of
Mrs. Mary Rowlandson, commended by her, to all that desires to know the
Lord's doings to, and dealings with her. Especially to her dear children
and relations. The second Addition [sic] Corrected and amended. Written by
her own hand for her private use, and now made public at the earnest
desire of some friends, and for the benefit of the afflicted. Deut. 32.39.
See now that I, even I am he, and there is no god with me, I kill and I
make alive, I wound and I heal, neither is there any can deliver out of my
hand.</p>
<p>On the tenth of February 1675, came the Indians with great numbers upon
Lancaster: their first coming was about sunrising; hearing the noise of
some guns, we looked out; several houses were burning, and the smoke
ascending to heaven. There were five persons taken in one house; the
father, and the mother and a sucking child, they knocked on the head; the
other two they took and carried away alive. There were two others, who
being out of their garrison upon some occasion were set upon; one was
knocked on the head, the other escaped; another there was who running
along was shot and wounded, and fell down; he begged of them his life,
promising them money (as they told me) but they would not hearken to him
but knocked him in head, and stripped him naked, and split open his
bowels. Another, seeing many of the Indians about his barn, ventured and
went out, but was quickly shot down. There were three others belonging to
the same garrison who were killed; the Indians getting up upon the roof of
the barn, had advantage to shoot down upon them over their fortification.
Thus these murderous wretches went on, burning, and destroying before
them.</p>
<p>At length they came and beset our own house, and quickly it was the
dolefulest day that ever mine eyes saw. The house stood upon the edge of a
hill; some of the Indians got behind the hill, others into the barn, and
others behind anything that could shelter them; from all which places they
shot against the house, so that the bullets seemed to fly like hail; and
quickly they wounded one man among us, then another, and then a third.
About two hours (according to my observation, in that amazing time) they
had been about the house before they prevailed to fire it (which they did
with flax and hemp, which they brought out of the barn, and there being no
defense about the house, only two flankers at two opposite corners and one
of them not finished); they fired it once and one ventured out and
quenched it, but they quickly fired it again, and that took. Now is the
dreadful hour come, that I have often heard of (in time of war, as it was
the case of others), but now mine eyes see it. Some in our house were
fighting for their lives, others wallowing in their blood, the house on
fire over our heads, and the bloody heathen ready to knock us on the head,
if we stirred out. Now might we hear mothers and children crying out for
themselves, and one another, "Lord, what shall we do?" Then I took my
children (and one of my sisters', hers) to go forth and leave the house:
but as soon as we came to the door and appeared, the Indians shot so thick
that the bullets rattled against the house, as if one had taken an handful
of stones and threw them, so that we were fain to give back. We had six
stout dogs belonging to our garrison, but none of them would stir, though
another time, if any Indian had come to the door, they were ready to fly
upon him and tear him down. The Lord hereby would make us the more
acknowledge His hand, and to see that our help is always in Him. But out
we must go, the fire increasing, and coming along behind us, roaring, and
the Indians gaping before us with their guns, spears, and hatchets to
devour us. No sooner were we out of the house, but my brother-in-law
(being before wounded, in defending the house, in or near the throat) fell
down dead, whereat the Indians scornfully shouted, and hallowed, and were
presently upon him, stripping off his clothes, the bullets flying thick,
one went through my side, and the same (as would seem) through the bowels
and hand of my dear child in my arms. One of my elder sisters' children,
named William, had then his leg broken, which the Indians perceiving, they
knocked him on [his] head. Thus were we butchered by those merciless
heathen, standing amazed, with the blood running down to our heels. My
eldest sister being yet in the house, and seeing those woeful sights, the
infidels hauling mothers one way, and children another, and some wallowing
in their blood: and her elder son telling her that her son William was
dead, and myself was wounded, she said, "And Lord, let me die with them,"
which was no sooner said, but she was struck with a bullet, and fell down
dead over the threshold. I hope she is reaping the fruit of her good
labors, being faithful to the service of God in her place. In her younger
years she lay under much trouble upon spiritual accounts, till it pleased
God to make that precious scripture take hold of her heart, "And he said
unto me, my Grace is sufficient for thee" (2 Corinthians 12.9). More than
twenty years after, I have heard her tell how sweet and comfortable that
place was to her. But to return: the Indians laid hold of us, pulling me
one way, and the children another, and said, "Come go along with us"; I
told them they would kill me: they answered, if I were willing to go along
with them, they would not hurt me.</p>
<p>Oh the doleful sight that now was to behold at this house! "Come, behold
the works of the Lord, what desolations he has made in the earth." Of
thirty-seven persons who were in this one house, none escaped either
present death, or a bitter captivity, save only one, who might say as he,
"And I only am escaped alone to tell the News" (Job 1.15). There were
twelve killed, some shot, some stabbed with their spears, some knocked
down with their hatchets. When we are in prosperity, Oh the little that we
think of such dreadful sights, and to see our dear friends, and relations
lie bleeding out their heart-blood upon the ground. There was one who was
chopped into the head with a hatchet, and stripped naked, and yet was
crawling up and down. It is a solemn sight to see so many Christians lying
in their blood, some here, and some there, like a company of sheep torn by
wolves, all of them stripped naked by a company of hell-hounds, roaring,
singing, ranting, and insulting, as if they would have torn our very
hearts out; yet the Lord by His almighty power preserved a number of us
from death, for there were twenty-four of us taken alive and carried
captive.</p>
<p>I had often before this said that if the Indians should come, I should
choose rather to be killed by them than taken alive, but when it came to
the trial my mind changed; their glittering weapons so daunted my spirit,
that I chose rather to go along with those (as I may say) ravenous beasts,
than that moment to end my days; and that I may the better declare what
happened to me during that grievous captivity, I shall particularly speak
of the several removes we had up and down the wilderness.</p>
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<h2> THE FIRST REMOVE </h2>
<p>Now away we must go with those barbarous creatures, with our bodies
wounded and bleeding, and our hearts no less than our bodies. About a mile
we went that night, up upon a hill within sight of the town, where they
intended to lodge. There was hard by a vacant house (deserted by the
English before, for fear of the Indians). I asked them whether I might not
lodge in the house that night, to which they answered, "What, will you
love English men still?" This was the dolefulest night that ever my eyes
saw. Oh the roaring, and singing and dancing, and yelling of those black
creatures in the night, which made the place a lively resemblance of hell.
And as miserable was the waste that was there made of horses, cattle,
sheep, swine, calves, lambs, roasting pigs, and fowl (which they had
plundered in the town), some roasting, some lying and burning, and some
boiling to feed our merciless enemies; who were joyful enough, though we
were disconsolate. To add to the dolefulness of the former day, and the
dismalness of the present night, my thoughts ran upon my losses and sad
bereaved condition. All was gone, my husband gone (at least separated from
me, he being in the Bay; and to add to my grief, the Indians told me they
would kill him as he came homeward), my children gone, my relations and
friends gone, our house and home and all our comforts—within door
and without—all was gone (except my life), and I knew not but the
next moment that might go too. There remained nothing to me but one poor
wounded babe, and it seemed at present worse than death that it was in
such a pitiful condition, bespeaking compassion, and I had no refreshing
for it, nor suitable things to revive it. Little do many think what is the
savageness and brutishness of this barbarous enemy, Ay, even those that
seem to profess more than others among them, when the English have fallen
into their hands.</p>
<p>Those seven that were killed at Lancaster the summer before upon a Sabbath
day, and the one that was afterward killed upon a weekday, were slain and
mangled in a barbarous manner, by one-eyed John, and Marlborough's Praying
Indians, which Capt. Mosely brought to Boston, as the Indians told me.</p>
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<h2> THE SECOND REMOVE </h2>
<p>But now, the next morning, I must turn my back upon the town, and travel
with them into the vast and desolate wilderness, I knew not whither. It is
not my tongue, or pen, can express the sorrows of my heart, and bitterness
of my spirit that I had at this departure: but God was with me in a
wonderful manner, carrying me along, and bearing up my spirit, that it did
not quite fail. One of the Indians carried my poor wounded babe upon a
horse; it went moaning all along, "I shall die, I shall die." I went on
foot after it, with sorrow that cannot be expressed. At length I took it
off the horse, and carried it in my arms till my strength failed, and I
fell down with it. Then they set me upon a horse with my wounded child in
my lap, and there being no furniture upon the horse's back, as we were
going down a steep hill we both fell over the horse's head, at which they,
like inhumane creatures, laughed, and rejoiced to see it, though I thought
we should there have ended our days, as overcome with so many
difficulties. But the Lord renewed my strength still, and carried me
along, that I might see more of His power; yea, so much that I could never
have thought of, had I not experienced it.</p>
<p>After this it quickly began to snow, and when night came on, they stopped,
and now down I must sit in the snow, by a little fire, and a few boughs
behind me, with my sick child in my lap; and calling much for water, being
now (through the wound) fallen into a violent fever. My own wound also
growing so stiff that I could scarce sit down or rise up; yet so it must
be, that I must sit all this cold winter night upon the cold snowy ground,
with my sick child in my arms, looking that every hour would be the last
of its life; and having no Christian friend near me, either to comfort or
help me. Oh, I may see the wonderful power of God, that my Spirit did not
utterly sink under my affliction: still the Lord upheld me with His
gracious and merciful spirit, and we were both alive to see the light of
the next morning.</p>
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<h2> THE THIRD REMOVE </h2>
<p>The morning being come, they prepared to go on their way. One of the
Indians got up upon a horse, and they set me up behind him, with my poor
sick babe in my lap. A very wearisome and tedious day I had of it; what
with my own wound, and my child's being so exceeding sick, and in a
lamentable condition with her wound. It may be easily judged what a poor
feeble condition we were in, there being not the least crumb of refreshing
that came within either of our mouths from Wednesday night to Saturday
night, except only a little cold water. This day in the afternoon, about
an hour by sun, we came to the place where they intended, viz. an Indian
town, called Wenimesset, northward of Quabaug. When we were come, Oh the
number of pagans (now merciless enemies) that there came about me, that I
may say as David, "I had fainted, unless I had believed, etc" (Psalm
27.13). The next day was the Sabbath. I then remembered how careless I had
been of God's holy time; how many Sabbaths I had lost and misspent, and
how evilly I had walked in God's sight; which lay so close unto my spirit,
that it was easy for me to see how righteous it was with God to cut off
the thread of my life and cast me out of His presence forever. Yet the
Lord still showed mercy to me, and upheld me; and as He wounded me with
one hand, so he healed me with the other. This day there came to me one
Robert Pepper (a man belonging to Roxbury) who was taken in Captain
Beers's fight, and had been now a considerable time with the Indians; and
up with them almost as far as Albany, to see King Philip, as he told me,
and was now very lately come into these parts. Hearing, I say, that I was
in this Indian town, he obtained leave to come and see me. He told me he
himself was wounded in the leg at Captain Beer's fight; and was not able
some time to go, but as they carried him, and as he took oaken leaves and
laid to his wound, and through the blessing of God he was able to travel
again. Then I took oaken leaves and laid to my side, and with the blessing
of God it cured me also; yet before the cure was wrought, I may say, as it
is in Psalm 38.5-6 "My wounds stink and are corrupt, I am troubled, I am
bowed down greatly, I go mourning all the day long." I sat much alone with
a poor wounded child in my lap, which moaned night and day, having nothing
to revive the body, or cheer the spirits of her, but instead of that,
sometimes one Indian would come and tell me one hour that "your master
will knock your child in the head," and then a second, and then a third,
"your master will quickly knock your child in the head."</p>
<p>This was the comfort I had from them, miserable comforters are ye all, as
he said. Thus nine days I sat upon my knees, with my babe in my lap, till
my flesh was raw again; my child being even ready to depart this sorrowful
world, they bade me carry it out to another wigwam (I suppose because they
would not be troubled with such spectacles) whither I went with a very
heavy heart, and down I sat with the picture of death in my lap. About two
hours in the night, my sweet babe like a lamb departed this life on Feb.
18, 1675. It being about six years, and five months old. It was nine days
from the first wounding, in this miserable condition, without any
refreshing of one nature or other, except a little cold water. I cannot
but take notice how at another time I could not bear to be in the room
where any dead person was, but now the case is changed; I must and could
lie down by my dead babe, side by side all the night after. I have thought
since of the wonderful goodness of God to me in preserving me in the use
of my reason and senses in that distressed time, that I did not use wicked
and violent means to end my own miserable life. In the morning, when they
understood that my child was dead they sent for me home to my master's
wigwam (by my master in this writing, must be understood Quinnapin, who
was a Sagamore, and married King Philip's wife's sister; not that he first
took me, but I was sold to him by another Narragansett Indian, who took me
when first I came out of the garrison). I went to take up my dead child in
my arms to carry it with me, but they bid me let it alone; there was no
resisting, but go I must and leave it. When I had been at my master's
wigwam, I took the first opportunity I could get to go look after my dead
child. When I came I asked them what they had done with it; then they told
me it was upon the hill. Then they went and showed me where it was, where
I saw the ground was newly digged, and there they told me they had buried
it. There I left that child in the wilderness, and must commit it, and
myself also in this wilderness condition, to Him who is above all. God
having taken away this dear child, I went to see my daughter Mary, who was
at this same Indian town, at a wigwam not very far off, though we had
little liberty or opportunity to see one another. She was about ten years
old, and taken from the door at first by a Praying Ind. and afterward sold
for a gun. When I came in sight, she would fall aweeping; at which they
were provoked, and would not let me come near her, but bade me be gone;
which was a heart-cutting word to me. I had one child dead, another in the
wilderness, I knew not where, the third they would not let me come near
to: "Me (as he said) have ye bereaved of my Children, Joseph is not, and
Simeon is not, and ye will take Benjamin also, all these things are
against me." I could not sit still in this condition, but kept walking
from one place to another. And as I was going along, my heart was even
overwhelmed with the thoughts of my condition, and that I should have
children, and a nation which I knew not, ruled over them. Whereupon I
earnestly entreated the Lord, that He would consider my low estate, and
show me a token for good, and if it were His blessed will, some sign and
hope of some relief. And indeed quickly the Lord answered, in some
measure, my poor prayers; for as I was going up and down mourning and
lamenting my condition, my son came to me, and asked me how I did. I had
not seen him before, since the destruction of the town, and I knew not
where he was, till I was informed by himself, that he was amongst a
smaller parcel of Indians, whose place was about six miles off. With tears
in his eyes, he asked me whether his sister Sarah was dead; and told me he
had seen his sister Mary; and prayed me, that I would not be troubled in
reference to himself. The occasion of his coming to see me at this time,
was this: there was, as I said, about six miles from us, a small
plantation of Indians, where it seems he had been during his captivity;
and at this time, there were some forces of the Ind. gathered out of our
company, and some also from them (among whom was my son's master) to go to
assault and burn Medfield. In this time of the absence of his master, his
dame brought him to see me. I took this to be some gracious answer to my
earnest and unfeigned desire. The next day, viz. to this, the Indians
returned from Medfield, all the company, for those that belonged to the
other small company, came through the town that now we were at. But before
they came to us, Oh! the outrageous roaring and hooping that there was.
They began their din about a mile before they came to us. By their noise
and hooping they signified how many they had destroyed (which was at that
time twenty-three). Those that were with us at home were gathered together
as soon as they heard the hooping, and every time that the other went over
their number, these at home gave a shout, that the very earth rung again.
And thus they continued till those that had been upon the expedition were
come up to the Sagamore's wigwam; and then, Oh, the hideous insulting and
triumphing that there was over some Englishmen's scalps that they had
taken (as their manner is) and brought with them. I cannot but take notice
of the wonderful mercy of God to me in those afflictions, in sending me a
Bible. One of the Indians that came from Medfield fight, had brought some
plunder, came to me, and asked me, if I would have a Bible, he had got one
in his basket. I was glad of it, and asked him, whether he thought the
Indians would let me read? He answered, yes. So I took the Bible, and in
that melancholy time, it came into my mind to read first the 28th chapter
of Deuteronomy, which I did, and when I had read it, my dark heart wrought
on this manner: that there was no mercy for me, that the blessings were
gone, and the curses come in their room, and that I had lost my
opportunity. But the Lord helped me still to go on reading till I came to
Chap. 30, the seven first verses, where I found, there was mercy promised
again, if we would return to Him by repentance; and though we were
scattered from one end of the earth to the other, yet the Lord would
gather us together, and turn all those curses upon our enemies. I do not
desire to live to forget this Scripture, and what comfort it was to me.</p>
<p>Now the Ind. began to talk of removing from this place, some one way, and
some another. There were now besides myself nine English captives in this
place (all of them children, except one woman). I got an opportunity to go
and take my leave of them. They being to go one way, and I another, I
asked them whether they were earnest with God for deliverance. They told
me they did as they were able, and it was some comfort to me, that the
Lord stirred up children to look to Him. The woman, viz. goodwife Joslin,
told me she should never see me again, and that she could find in her
heart to run away. I wished her not to run away by any means, for we were
near thirty miles from any English town, and she very big with child, and
had but one week to reckon, and another child in her arms, two years old,
and bad rivers there were to go over, and we were feeble, with our poor
and coarse entertainment. I had my Bible with me, I pulled it out, and
asked her whether she would read. We opened the Bible and lighted on Psalm
27, in which Psalm we especially took notice of that, ver. ult., "Wait on
the Lord, Be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine Heart, wait I
say on the Lord."</p>
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<h2> THE FOURTH REMOVE </h2>
<p>And now I must part with that little company I had. Here I parted from my
daughter Mary (whom I never saw again till I saw her in Dorchester,
returned from captivity), and from four little cousins and neighbors, some
of which I never saw afterward: the Lord only knows the end of them.
Amongst them also was that poor woman before mentioned, who came to a sad
end, as some of the company told me in my travel: she having much grief
upon her spirit about her miserable condition, being so near her time, she
would be often asking the Indians to let her go home; they not being
willing to that, and yet vexed with her importunity, gathered a great
company together about her and stripped her naked, and set her in the
midst of them, and when they had sung and danced about her (in their
hellish manner) as long as they pleased they knocked her on head, and the
child in her arms with her. When they had done that they made a fire and
put them both into it, and told the other children that were with them
that if they attempted to go home, they would serve them in like manner.
The children said she did not shed one tear, but prayed all the while. But
to return to my own journey, we traveled about half a day or little more,
and came to a desolate place in the wilderness, where there were no
wigwams or inhabitants before; we came about the middle of the afternoon
to this place, cold and wet, and snowy, and hungry, and weary, and no
refreshing for man but the cold ground to sit on, and our poor Indian
cheer.</p>
<p>Heart-aching thoughts here I had about my poor children, who were
scattered up and down among the wild beasts of the forest. My head was
light and dizzy (either through hunger or hard lodging, or trouble or all
together), my knees feeble, my body raw by sitting double night and day,
that I cannot express to man the affliction that lay upon my spirit, but
the Lord helped me at that time to express it to Himself. I opened my
Bible to read, and the Lord brought that precious Scripture to me. "Thus
saith the Lord, refrain thy voice from weeping, and thine eyes from tears,
for thy work shall be rewarded, and they shall come again from the land of
the enemy" (Jeremiah 31.16). This was a sweet cordial to me when I was
ready to faint; many and many a time have I sat down and wept sweetly over
this Scripture. At this place we continued about four days.</p>
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<h2> THE FIFTH REMOVE </h2>
<p>The occasion (as I thought) of their moving at this time was the English
army, it being near and following them. For they went as if they had gone
for their lives, for some considerable way, and then they made a stop, and
chose some of their stoutest men, and sent them back to hold the English
army in play whilst the rest escaped. And then, like Jehu, they marched on
furiously, with their old and with their young: some carried their old
decrepit mothers, some carried one, and some another. Four of them carried
a great Indian upon a bier; but going through a thick wood with him, they
were hindered, and could make no haste, whereupon they took him upon their
backs, and carried him, one at a time, till they came to Banquaug river.
Upon a Friday, a little after noon, we came to this river. When all the
company was come up, and were gathered together, I thought to count the
number of them, but they were so many, and being somewhat in motion, it
was beyond my skill. In this travel, because of my wound, I was somewhat
favored in my load; I carried only my knitting work and two quarts of
parched meal. Being very faint I asked my mistress to give me one spoonful
of the meal, but she would not give me a taste. They quickly fell to
cutting dry trees, to make rafts to carry them over the river: and soon my
turn came to go over. By the advantage of some brush which they had laid
upon the raft to sit upon, I did not wet my foot (which many of themselves
at the other end were mid-leg deep) which cannot but be acknowledged as a
favor of God to my weakened body, it being a very cold time. I was not
before acquainted with such kind of doings or dangers. "When thou passeth
through the waters I will be with thee, and through the rivers they shall
not overflow thee" (Isaiah 43.2). A certain number of us got over the
river that night, but it was the night after the Sabbath before all the
company was got over. On the Saturday they boiled an old horse's leg which
they had got, and so we drank of the broth, as soon as they thought it was
ready, and when it was almost all gone, they filled it up again.</p>
<p>The first week of my being among them I hardly ate any thing; the second
week I found my stomach grow very faint for want of something; and yet it
was very hard to get down their filthy trash; but the third week, though I
could think how formerly my stomach would turn against this or that, and I
could starve and die before I could eat such things, yet they were sweet
and savory to my taste. I was at this time knitting a pair of white cotton
stockings for my mistress; and had not yet wrought upon a Sabbath day.
When the Sabbath came they bade me go to work. I told them it was the
Sabbath day, and desired them to let me rest, and told them I would do as
much more tomorrow; to which they answered me they would break my face.
And here I cannot but take notice of the strange providence of God in
preserving the heathen. They were many hundreds, old and young, some sick,
and some lame; many had papooses at their backs. The greatest number at
this time with us were squaws, and they traveled with all they had, bag
and baggage, and yet they got over this river aforesaid; and on Monday
they set their wigwams on fire, and away they went. On that very day came
the English army after them to this river, and saw the smoke of their
wigwams, and yet this river put a stop to them. God did not give them
courage or activity to go over after us. We were not ready for so great a
mercy as victory and deliverance. If we had been God would have found out
a way for the English to have passed this river, as well as for the
Indians with their squaws and children, and all their luggage. "Oh that my
people had hearkened to me, and Israel had walked in my ways, I should
soon have subdued their enemies, and turned my hand against their
adversaries" (Psalm 81.13-14).</p>
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<h2> THE SIXTH REMOVE </h2>
<p>On Monday (as I said) they set their wigwams on fire and went away. It was
a cold morning, and before us there was a great brook with ice on it; some
waded through it, up to the knees and higher, but others went till they
came to a beaver dam, and I amongst them, where through the good
providence of God, I did not wet my foot. I went along that day mourning
and lamenting, leaving farther my own country, and traveling into a vast
and howling wilderness, and I understood something of Lot's wife's
temptation, when she looked back. We came that day to a great swamp, by
the side of which we took up our lodging that night. When I came to the
brow of the hill, that looked toward the swamp, I thought we had been come
to a great Indian town (though there were none but our own company). The
Indians were as thick as the trees: it seemed as if there had been a
thousand hatchets going at once. If one looked before one there was
nothing but Indians, and behind one, nothing but Indians, and so on either
hand, I myself in the midst, and no Christian soul near me, and yet how
hath the Lord preserved me in safety? Oh the experience that I have had of
the goodness of God, to me and mine!</p>
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<h2> THE SEVENTH REMOVE </h2>
<p>After a restless and hungry night there, we had a wearisome time of it the
next day. The swamp by which we lay was, as it were, a deep dungeon, and
an exceeding high and steep hill before it. Before I got to the top of the
hill, I thought my heart and legs, and all would have broken, and failed
me. What, through faintness and soreness of body, it was a grievous day of
travel to me. As we went along, I saw a place where English cattle had
been. That was comfort to me, such as it was. Quickly after that we came
to an English path, which so took with me, that I thought I could have
freely lyen down and died. That day, a little after noon, we came to
Squakeag, where the Indians quickly spread themselves over the deserted
English fields, gleaning what they could find. Some picked up ears of
wheat that were crickled down; some found ears of Indian corn; some found
ground nuts, and others sheaves of wheat that were frozen together in the
shock, and went to threshing of them out. Myself got two ears of Indian
corn, and whilst I did but turn my back, one of them was stolen from me,
which much troubled me. There came an Indian to them at that time with a
basket of horse liver. I asked him to give me a piece. "What," says he,
"can you eat horse liver?" I told him, I would try, if he would give a
piece, which he did, and I laid it on the coals to roast. But before it
was half ready they got half of it away from me, so that I was fain to
take the rest and eat it as it was, with the blood about my mouth, and yet
a savory bit it was to me: "For to the hungry soul every bitter thing is
sweet." A solemn sight methought it was, to see fields of wheat and Indian
corn forsaken and spoiled and the remainders of them to be food for our
merciless enemies. That night we had a mess of wheat for our supper.</p>
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