 Part 1 of the Narrative of the Captivity and Restoration of Mrs. Mary Rowlandson by Mary Rowlandson. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recorded by Matthew Scott Superna, 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 edition, 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. Deuteronomy 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. There is there any can deliver out of my hand. On the 10th of February, 1675, came the Indians with great numbers upon Lancaster. Their first coming was about sun rising, 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 hear him, but knocked him in the 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. 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 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 in 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 and handful of stones and threw them, so that we were feigned to give back. We had six out-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 those the more acknowledged 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, running before wounded and defending the house, in or near the throat, fell down dead, where at 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 in hand of my dear child in my arms. One of my elder sister's children, named William, had then his leg broken, which the Indians perceiving, they knocked him on his head. Thus we were 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 labours, being faithful to the service of God in her place. In her younger years, she lay under much trouble upon spiritual accounts. Tell it please, God, to make that precious scripture take hold of her heart. And he said unto me, my grace is sufficient for thee. Second Corinthians, 12, 9. More than 20 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. O, the doleful sight that now is 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 are 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, O, 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, some there, like a company of sheep torn by wolves, all of them stripped naked by a company of hellhounds, 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. 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 moves we had up and down in the wilderness. The first remove. 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 Englishmen still? This was the dolefulest night that ever my eyes saw, all 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, by which they 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 the dolphiness 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 to, there remained nothing to me, but one poor wounded babe. And it seemed that 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, I, even those that seem to profess more than others among them, when the English have fallen into their hands. Those seven that were killed at Lancaster the summer before upon a Sabbath day, and the one that was afterward killed upon a week were slain and mangled in a barbarous manner, by one eye John and Marlboro's praying Indians, which Captain Mosley brought to Boston, as the Indians told me. The second removed. 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 whether it is not my tongue or pen can conspire 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, and 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, and had I not experienced it. 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 bows behind me, with my sick child in my lap, and calling for much water, being now, through the wound, fallen into a violent fever. My own wound, also growing so stiff that I could scarcely 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 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. The third remove, the morning being come, they prepared to go 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 weirsome and tedious day ahead of it, what with my own wound, and my child's being so exceedingly sick, an inalimentable 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 mouth from Wednesday night, 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, an Indian town, called Winameset, northward of Krabag. 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, et cetera. 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 Beer'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 Okan leaves and laid to his wound, and through the blessing of God he was able to travel again, then I took Okan leaves and laid to my side, and with the blessing of God it cured me also. Yet before my 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 morning all the day long. I sat much alone with a poor wounded child in my lap, which mown night and day, having nothing to revive the body or cheer the spirits of her. But instead of that, sometimes the Indians 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. This was the comfort I had from them. Miserable comforters are you all, as he said. Thus nine days I sat upon my knees with my babe in lap. Till my flesh was raw again, my child being even ready to depart the sorrowful world, they bade me carry it out to another wigwam, I suppose because they would not be troubled with such spectacles. Wither I went out with a very heavy heart, and down I sat with a picture of death in my lap. About two hours in the night my sweet babe like a lamb departed this life on February 18th, 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 could not but take notice how at another time I could not bear to be in the room where any dead person was. But now the cases change. I must and could lie down with 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 and 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 to my master's wigwam. By my master, in this writing must be understood Quinnipin, 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 to go look after my dead child. When I came I asked them what they had done with it, and they told me it was upon the hill. Then they went and showed me where it was, where I saw the ground was newly dig. And there they told me they had buried it. There I left that child in the wilderness, and must commit it, and myself 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 Indian, and afterwards sold for a gun. When I came in sight I heard fallow weeping at which they were provoked, and would not let me come near her, but bade me 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. I 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 in 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 the 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 a 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 Indians, where it seems he had been during his captivity. And at this time there were some forces of the Indians gathered out of our company, and some also from them, among whom was my son's master, to go to assault and burn Medfield. And this time, of the absence of his master, his day and brought him to see me. I took this to be some gracious answer to my earnest and unfame desire. The next day, to this, the Indians returned from Medfield. All the company, for me, 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 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 that had been upon the expedition would come up to the Sagamore's wigwam, and then, oh, the hideous insulting and triumphing that there was over some Englishman's scalps, that they had taken, as their manner is, and brought with them. I cannot 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 it. 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. The 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. Now the Indians began to talk of removing from this place some one way and some another. There were now in this place all of them children except one woman. I got an opportunity to go and take 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 good wife Jocelyn told me she should never see me again and that she could be near 30 miles from any English town and she very big with child 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. Wait on the Lord be of good courage and he shall strengthen heart. Wait I say on the Lord. The fourth remove and now I must part with that little company I had. Here I parted for 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 into 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 them 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 half a day or a little more and came into a desolate place in the wilderness there were no wigwams or inhabitants before we came about the middle of the afternoon to this place cold and wet and cold 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 altogether 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 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 the scripture at this place we continued we went as if they had gone for their lives for some inconsiderable way and then they made a stop and show 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 who could make no haste whereupon they took him upon their backs and carried him one at a time till they came to the Banquay river upon a Friday a little afternoon we came to this river when all the company was up and were gathered together I thought to count the number of them but there were so many and being somewhat in motion it was beyond my skill in this travel because of my wound I was asked my mistress to give me one spoonful of the meal but she would not give me a taste they quickly felt 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 by the mind of doings or dangers without 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 horses leg which they had got and so we drank of the broth as soon as they thought it was ready and when it was the week of my being among them I hardly ate anything 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 not think how formally 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 savoury to my taste I was at this time knitting 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 and 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 travelled with all they had bag and baggage and yet they got over this river a foreset 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 oh that my people had harkened 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 the 6th remove 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 waited through it up to the knees and higher but others went till they came to a beaver dam 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 travelling into a vast and howling wilderness and I understood something of lots whites 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 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 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 the seventh remove after a restless and hungry night there we had a weird 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 little I could have freely lying down and died that day a little after noon we came to Squakig where the Indians quickly spread themselves over the deserted English fields gleaning what they could find some picked up ears and wheat that were crickled down some found ears of Indian corn some found ground nuts and other sheaves of wheat that were frozen together in the shock and went to threshing of them out myself got 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 he says 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 feigned to take the rest and eat it as it was with the blood about my mouth or to the hungry soul every bitter thing is sweet a solemn sight me thought 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 end of part one of a narrative of the captivity and restoration of Mrs. Mary Rawlinson by Mary Rawlinson recording by Matthew Scott Superna a narrative of the captivity and restoration of Mrs. Mary Rawlinson by Mary Rawlinson this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org recording by Matthew Scott 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Who were there about? In this travel up the river about noon the company made a stop, and sat down some to eat and some to rest them. As I sat amongst them, musing of things past, my son Joseph unexpectedly came to me. We asked of each other's welfare, bemoaning our doleful condition, and the change that had come upon us. We had husband and father and children, and sisters and friends and relations, and house and home, and many comforts of this life. But now we may say, as Job naked came I out of my mother's womb, and naked shall I return. The Lord gave, the Lord hath taken away. Blessed be the name of the Lord. I asked him whether he would read. He told me he earnestly desired it. I gave him my Bible, and he lighted upon that comfortable scripture. I shall not die, but live, and declare the works of the Lord. The Lord hath chastened me sore, and yet he hath not given me over to death. Psalm 118, 17, 18. Look here, mother, says he, did you read this? And here I may take occasion to meet one principal ground of my setting forth these lines. Even as the psalmist says, to declare the works of the Lord, and his wonderful power in carrying us along, preserving us in the wilderness, while under the enemy's hand, and returning of us in safety again, and his goodness, in bringing to my hand so many comfortable and suitable scriptures in my distress. But to return, we travel on until night, and in the morning we must go over the river to Philip's crew. When I was in the canoe, I could not but be amazed at the numerous crew of pagans that were on the boat on the other side. When I came ashore, they gathered all about me, I sitting alone in the midst. I observed they asked one another questions, and laughed, and rejoiced over their gains and victories, then my heart began to fail, and I fell a weeping, which was the first time to my remembrance that I wept before them. Although I had met with so much affliction, and my heart was many times ready to break, yet could I not shed one tear in their sight, but rather had been all this while in amaze, and like one astonished. But now I may say, as Psalm 137, one, by the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea we wept when we remembered Zion, and there one of them asked me why I wept. I could hardly tell what to say, yet I answered. They would kill me. No, he said, none will hurt you. Then came one of them, and gave me two spoonfuls of meal to comfort me, and another gave me half a pint of peas, which was more worth than many bushels at another time. Then I went to see King Philip. He bade me come in and sit down, and asked me whether I would smoke it, a usual compliment nowadays among saints and sinners. But this no way suited me, for though I had formerly used tobacco, yet I had left it ever since I was first taken, it seems to be a bait the devil lays to make men lose their precious time. I remember, with shame formerly, when I had taken two or three pipes it was presently ready for another. Such a bewitching thing it is. But I thank God he has now given me power over it. Surely there are many who may be better employed than to lie sucking a stinking tobacco pipe. Now the Indians gather their forces to go against Northampton. Overnight one went yelling and hooting to give notice of the design, whereupon they fell to boiling of-ground nuts, and parching of corn, as many had it, for their provision and in the morning away they went. Through my abode in this place Philip spake to me, to make a shirt for his boy, which I did, for which he gave me a shilling. I offered the money to my master, but he bade me keep it, and with it I bought a piece of horse flesh. Afterwards he asked me to make a cap for his boy, for which he invited me to dinner. I went, and he gave me a pancake, about as big as two fingers. It was made of parched wheat, beaten and fried in bear's grease, but I thought I never tasted pleasanter meat in my life. There was a squaw who spake to me to make a shirt for her sunup, for which she gave me a piece of bear. Another asked me to knit a pair of stockings, for which she gave me a quart of peas. I boiled my peats, and bared together, and invited my master and mistress to dinner, but the proud gossip, because I served them both in one dish, would eat nothing, except one bit that he gave her upon the point of his knife. Hearing that my son was come to this place, I went to see him, and found him lying flat upon the ground. I asked him how he could sleep so. He answered me that he was not asleep, but at prayer, and lay so, that they might not observe what he was doing. I pray God he may remember these things now. He is returned in safety. At this place, the sun now getting higher, one with the beams and heat of the sun and the smoke of the wigwams. I thought I should have been blind. I could scarce discern one wigwam from another. There was here one Mary Thurston of Medfield, who seeing how it was with me, lent me a hat to wear. But as soon as I was gone, the squaw, who owned that Mary Thurston, came running after me, and got it away again. There was the squaw that gave me one spoonful of meal. I put it in my pocket to keep it safe. Yet, notwithstanding, somebody stole it. We put five Indian corns in the room of it. Which corns were the greatest provisions I had in my travel for one day. The Indians, returning from Northampton, brought with them some horses and sheep and other things which they had taken. I desired them that they would carry me to Albany upon one of these horses. And sell me for powder, for so they had sometimes discourse. I was utterly hopeless of getting home on foot the way that I came. I could hardly bear to think of the many weary steps I had taken to come to this place. The ninth remove. But instead of going either to Albany or homeward, we must go five miles up the river and then go over it. Here we abode awhile. Here lived a sorry Indian who spoke to me to make him a shirt. When I had done it, he would pay me nothing. But he, living by the riverside where I often went to fetch water, I would often be putting of him in mind, and calling for my pay. At last he told me if I would make another shirt for a prepuce not yet born, he would give me a knife, which he did when I had done it. I carried the knife in and my master asked me to give it him. And I was not a little glad that I had anything that they would accept of and be pleased with. When we were at this place, my master's maid came home. She had begun three weeks into the Narragansett country to fetch corn, where they had stored up some in the ground. She brought home about a peck and a half corn. This was about the time that their great captain, Nananto, was killed in the Narragansett country. My son, being now about a mile from me, I asked Liberty to go and see him. They bade me go and away I went. But quickly lost myself traveling over hills and through swamps and could not find the way to him. And I cannot but admire the wonderful power and goodness of God to In that, though I was gone from home and met with all sorts of Indians and those I had no knowledge of, and there being no Christian soul near me, yet not one of them offered the least imagined miscarriage to me. I turned homeward again and met with my master. He showed me the way to my son. When I came to him, I found him not well, and with all he had a boil on his side, which much troubled him. We bemoaned one another awhile, as the Lord helped us, and then I returned again. When I was returned, I found myself as unsatisfied as I was before. I went up and down, mourning and lamenting, and my spirit was ready to sink with the thoughts of my poor children. My son was ill, and I could not but think of his mournful looks, and no Christian friend was near him, to do any office of love for him, either for soul or body. And my poor girl, I knew not where she was, nor whether she was sick, or well, or alive or dead. I repaired under these thoughts to my Bible, my great comfort in that time, and that scripture came to my hand. Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and he shall sustain thee. Psalm 55, 22. But I was feigned to go and look after something to satisfy my hunger, and going among the wigwams, I went into one, and there found a squaw who showed herself very kind to me, and gave me a piece of bear. I put it into my pocket, and came home, but could not find any opportunity to broil it, for fear they would get it from me. And there it lay all that day and night in my stinking pocket. In the morning I went to the same squaw, who had a kettle of ground nuts boiling. I asked her to let me boil my piece of bear in her kettle, which she did, and gave me some ground nuts to eat with it. And I cannot but think how pleasant it was to I have sometimes seen bear baked very handsomely among the English, and some like it. But the thought that it was bear made me tremble. But now that was savoury to me that one would think, was enough to turn the stomach of a brute creature. One bitter cold day I could find no room to sit down before the fire. I went out and could not tell what to do. I went into another wigwam, where they were also sitting around the fire, but the squaw laid a skin for me and bid me sit down, and gave me some ground nuts and bade me come again, and told me they would buy me if they were able. And yet these were strangers to me that I never saw before. The tenth remove. That day a small part of the company removed about three quarters of a mile, intending further the next day. When they came to the place where they intended to lodge, and had pitched their wigwams being hungry, I went again back to the place we were before at, to get something to eat, being encouraged by the squaw's kindness who bade me come again. When I was there there came an Indian to look after me, who when he had found me kicked me all along. I went home and found venison roasting that night. But they would not give me one bit of it. Sometimes I met with favour, and sometimes with nothing but frowns. The eleventh remove. The next day in the morning they took their travel, intending a day's journey up the river. I took my load at my back, and quickly we came to wade over the river, and passed over tiresome and weirsome hills. One hill was so steep that I was feigned to creep up upon my knees, and to hold by the twigs and bushes to keep myself from falling backward. My head also was so light that I usually reeled as I went. But I hope all these weirsome steps that I have taken are but a forewarning to me of the heavenly rest. I know, O Lord, that my judgments are right, and that thou in faithfulness hast afflicted me. Psalm one-nineteen seventy-five. The twelfth remove. It was on sabbath day morning that they prepared for their travel. This morning I asked my master whether he would sell me to my husband. He answered nucks, which did much rejoice my sphere. My mistress before we went was gone to the burial of a papoose, and returning she found me sitting and reading in my Bible. She snatched it hastily out of my hand and threw it out of doors. I ran out, and catched it up, and put it into my pocket, and never let her see it afterward. Then they packed up their things to be gone, and gave me my load. I complained it was too heavy, whereupon she gave me a slap in the face, and bade me go. I lifted up my heart to God, hoping the redemption was not far off. And the rather because their insolency grew worse and worse. But the thoughts of my going homeward, for so we bent our course, much cheered my spirit, and made my burdens seem light, and almost nothing at all. But to my amazement and great perplexity the scale was soon turned, for when we had gone a little way, on a sudden, my mistress gives out. She would go no further, but turn back again, and said I must go back with her. Also she called her Santa, and would have had him gone back also, but he would not. But said he would go on, and come to us again in three days. My spirit was upon this I confessed, very impatient, and almost outrageous. I thought I could as well have died, as went back. I cannot declare the trouble that was in about it, and yet back again I must go. As soon as I had the opportunity I took my Bible to read, and that quieting scripture came to my hand. Be still, and know that I am God. Psalm 4610, which stilled my spirit for the present. But a sore time of trial I concluded I had to go through, my master being gone who seemed to me the best friend that I had of an Indian. Both in cold and hunger and quickly so it proved, down I sat with my heart as full as it could hold. And yet so hungry that I could not sit neither but go out to see what I could find, and walking among the trees I found six acorns and two chestnuts, which were some refreshing to me. Towards night I gathered some sticks for my own comfort, that I might not lie a cold. But when we came to lie down they bade me to go out and lie somewhere else. For they had company, they said, come in more than their own. I told them I could not tell where to go if they bade me go look. I told them if I went to another wigwam they would be angry and send me home again. Then one of the company drew his sword and told me he would run me through if I did not go presently. Then was I feigned to stoop to this rude fellow, and to go out in the night I knew not whither. Mine eyes have seen that fellow afterwards walking up and down Boston under the appearance of a friend Indian and several others of the light cut. I went to one wigwam and they told me they had no room. Then I went to another, and they said the same. At last an old Indian bade me to come to him, and his squaw gave me some ground nuts. She gave me also something to lay under my head, and a good fire we had, and through the good providence of God I had a comfortable lodging that night. In the morning another Indian bade me come at night. And he would give me six ground nuts, which I did. We were at this place in time about two miles from the Connecticut River. We went in the morning to gather ground nuts to the river and went back, again that night. I went with a good load at my back for they when they went, though but a little way, would carry all their trumpery with them. I told them the skin was off my back, but I had no other comforting answer from them than this, that it would be no matter if my head were off too. The thirteenth remove, instead of going toward the bay, which was what I desired, I must go with them five or six miles down the river into a mighty thicket of brush, where we abode almost to fortnight. Here one asked me to make a shirt for her papoose, for which she gave me a mess of broth, which was thickened with meal made of the bark of a tree, and to make it the better, she had put it into about a handful of peas and a few roasted ground nuts. I had not seen my son a pretty while, and here was an Indian of whom I made an inquiry after him, and asked him when he saw him. He answered me that such a time his master roasted him, and that himself did not eat a piece of him, as big as his two fingers, and that he was very good meat, but the Lord upheld my spirit under this discouragement, and I consider their horrible addictedness to lying, and that there is not one of them, that makes the least conscience of speaking the truth. In this place, on a cold night, as I lay by the fire, I removed the stick, that kept the heat from me, and a squaw moved it down again, at which I looked up, and she threw a handful of ashes in my eyes. I thought I should have been quite blinded, and may have never seen more, but lying down the water ran out of my eyes and carried the dirt with it, that by morning I recovered my sight again. Yet upon this, and like occasions, I hope it is not too much to say with Job, have pity on me, O ye friends? For the hand of the Lord has touched me, and here I cannot but remember how many times, sitting in their wigwams, and musing on things past, I should suddenly leap up and run out, as if I had been at home, forgetting where I was, and what my condition was. But when I was without, and saw nothing but wilderness and woods, and a company of barbarous heathens, my mind quickly returned to me, which made me think of that, spoken concerning Samson, who said, I will go out and shake myself as at other times, but he whist, not that the Lord was departed from him. About this time I began to think that all my hopes of restoration would come to nothing. I thought of the English army, and hoped for their coming, and being taken by them, but that failed. I hoped to be carried to Albany, as the Indians had discourse before, but that failed also. I thought of being sold to my husband, as my master spake, but instead of that, my master himself was gone, and I left behind, so that my spirit was now quite ready to sink. I asked them to let me go out and pick up some sticks, that I might get alone and pour out my heart unto the Lord. Then also I took my Bible to read, but I found no comfort here neither, which many times I was want to find. So easy a thing it is with God, to dry up the streams of scripture comfort from us. Yet I can say, that in all my sorrows and afflictions, God did not leave me, to have my impatience work towards himself, as if his ways were unrighteous. But I knew that he laid upon me less than I deserved. Afterward, before the stallful time ended with me, I was turning the leaves of my Bible, and the Lord brought to me some scriptures, which did a little revive me, as that in Isaiah 55-8. For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, sayeth the Lord, and also in that Psalm 37-5, commit thy way unto the Lord, trust also in him, and he shall bring it to pass. About this time they came yelping from Hadley, where they had killed three Englishmen, and brought one captive with them, Thomas Reed. They all gathered about the poor man, asking him many questions. I desired also to go and see him, but when I came he was crying bitterly, supposing they would quickly kill him. Whereupon I asked one of them whether they intended to kill him, he answered me they would not. He, being a little cheered with that, I asked him about the welfare of my husband. He told me he saw him such a time in the bay, and he was well, but very melancholy, by which I certainly understood, though I suspected it before, that whatsoever the Indians told me respecting him was vanity and lies. Some of them told me he was dead, and they had killed him. Some said he was married again, and that the governor wished him to marry, and told him he should have his choice, and that all persuaded I was dead, so like were these barbarous creatures to him who was a liar from the beginning. As I was sitting once in the wigwam here, Phillips maid came in with the child in her arms, and asked me to give her a piece of my apron to make a flap for it. I told her I would not, then my mistress bade me give it, but still I said no. The maid told me if I would not give her a piece she would tear a piece off it. I told her I would tear her coat then. With that my mistress rises up, and take a stick big enough to have killed me and struck at me with it. But I stepped out, and she struck the stick into the mat of the wigwam. But while she was pulling of it out, I ran to the maid and gave her all my apron, and so that storm went over. Hearing that my son was come to this place, I went to see him, and told him his father was well but melancholy. He told me he was as much grieved for his father as for himself. I wondered at his speech, for I thought I had enough upon my spirit and reference to myself to make me mindless of my husband and everyone else, they being safe among their friends. He told me also that a while before his master together with other Indians were going to the French for powder. But by the way the Mohawks met with them, and killed four of their company, which made the rest turn back again, for it might have been worse with him. Had he been sold to the French, then it proved to be in his remaining with the Indians. I went to see an English youth in this place. One Gilbert of Springfield, I found him lying without doors upon the ground. I asked him how we did. He told me he was very sick of a flux, with eating so much blood. They had turned him out of the wigwam, and with him an Indian papoose almost dead whose parents had been killed in a bitter cold day without fire or clothes. The young man himself had nothing on but his shirt and waistcoat. This sight was enough to melt a heart of flint. There they lay quivering in the cold, the youth round like a dog. The papoose stretched out with his eyes and nose and mouth full of dirt and yet alive and groaning. I advised John to go and get to some fire. He told me he could not stand, but I persuaded him still, lest he should lie there and die, and with much ado I got him to a fire. As soon as I was got home his master's daughter came after me to know what I had done with the Englishman. I told her I had got him to a fire in such a place. Now had I need to pray Paul's prayer, that we may be delivered from unreasonable and wicked men. Thessalonians 3, 2. For her satisfaction I went along with her and brought her to him, but before I got home again it was noised about that I was running away and getting the English youth. Along with me, that as soon as I came in they began to rant and domineer, asking me where I had been and what I had been doing, and saying they would knock him on the head I told them I had been seeing the English youth and that I would not run away. They told me I had lied and taking up a hatchet they came to me and said they would knock me down if I stirred out again, and so confined me to the wigwam. Now may I say with David, I am in a great strait. 2 Samuel 24, 14. If I keep in I must die with hunger, and if I go out I must be knocked in head. This distressed condition held that day and half the next, and then the Lord remembered me, whose mercies are great, and then came an Indian to me with a pair of stockings that were too big for him, and he would have me rabble them out and knit them fit for him. I showed myself willing and bid him ask my mistress if I might go along with him a little way. She said yes, I might, but I was not a little refreshed with that news, that I had my liberty again. Then I went along with him and he gave me some roasted ground nuts, which did again revive my feeble stomach. Being got out of her sight, I had time and liberty again to look into my Bible, which was my guide by day, and my pillow by night. Now that comfortable scripture presented itself to me for a small moment have I forsaken thee, but with great mercies will I gather thee. Isaiah, 54, 7. Thus the Lord carried me along from one time to another and made good to me this precious promise and many others. Then my son came to see me and I asked his master to let him stay a while with me, that I might comb his head and look over him, for he was almost overcome with lice. He told me when I had done, that he was very hungry, but I had nothing to relieve him, but bid him go into the wigwams as he went along and see if he could get anything among them, which he did, and it seems tarried a little too long, for his master was angry with him and beat him, and then sold him. Then he came running to tell me he had a new master, and that he had given him some ground nuts already. Then I went along with him to his new master, who told me he loved him, and he should not want. So his master carried him away, and I never saw him afterward till I saw him at Piskwatak, in Portsmouth. That night they bid me go out of the wigwam again. My mistress's papoose was sick, and it died that night, and there was one benefit in it, that there was more room. I went to a wigwam, and they bid me come in and gave me a skin to lie upon, and a mess of venison and ground nuts, which was a choice dish among them. On the morrow they buried the papoose, and afterward, both morning and evening, there came a company to mourn and howl with her, though I confess I could not much condol with them, many sorrowful days I had in this place. Often getting alone, like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter. I did mourn as a dove, mine eyes ailed with looking upward. O Lord, I am oppressed, undertake for me, Isaiah 3814. I could tell the Lord, as Ezekia, remember now, O Lord, I beseech thee, how I have walked before thee in truth. Now had I time to examine all my ways, my conscience did not accuse me of unrighteousness toward one or other, yet I saw how, in my walk with God, I had been a careless creature, as David said, against thee, thee only have I sinned. And I might say, with the poor publican, God be merciful unto me a sinner. On the Sabbath days, I could not look upon the sun and think how people were going to the house of God, to have their souls refresh, and then home, and their bodies also, but I was destitute of both, and might say, as the poor prodigal, he would feign have filled his belly with the husks that the swine did eat, and no man gave unto him. Luke 1516. For I must say with him, Father, I have sinned against heaven and in thy sight. I remembered how on the night before and after the Sabbath, when my family was about me, and relations and neighbors with us, we could pray and sing, and then refresh our bodies with the good creatures of God, and then have a comfortable bed to lie down on, but instead of all this, I had only a little swill for the body and then, like a swine must lie down on the ground. I cannot express to man the sorrow that lay upon my spirit, the Lord knows it, yet that comfortable scripture would often come to mind, for a small moment have I forsaken thee, but with great mercies will I gather thee. The 14th remove. Now, must we pack up and be gone from this thicket? Bending our course toward the bay towns, I have been nothing to eat, by the way this day, but a few crumbs of cake that an Indian gave my girl. The same day were taken. She gave it me, and I put it in my pocket. There it lay, till it was so moldy for want of good baking, that one could not tell what it was made of, and it fell all to crumbs and grew so dry and hard that it was like little flints, and this refreshed me many times when I was ready to faint. It was in my thoughts when I put it in my mouth, that if ever I returned, I would tell the world what a blessing the Lord gave to such mean food. As we went along, they killed a deer, with a young one in her. And they gave me a piece of the fond, and it was so young and tender that one might eat the bones as well as the flesh, and yet I thought it very good. When night came on, we sat down. It rained, but quickly they got up a bark wigwam, where I lay dry that night. I looked out in the morning, and many of them had lain in the rain all night. I saw by their reeking, thus the Lord dealt mercifully with me many times, and I fared better than many of them. In the morning, they took the blood of the deer and put it into the punch, and so boiled it. I could eat nothing of that, but they ate it sweetly, and yet they were so nice and other things, that when I had fetched water and had put the dish, I dipped the water with into the kettle of water, which I brought. They would say, they would knock me down, for they said, it was a sluttish trick. The fifteenth remove, we went on our travel. I, having got one handful of ground nuts for my support that day, they gave me my load, and went on cheerfully with the thoughts of going homeward, having my burden more on my back than my spirit. We came to Banquay River, again that day, near which we abode a few days, sometimes one of them would give me a pipe, another a little tobacco, another a little salt, which I would change for a little victuals. I cannot but think what a wolfish appetite persons have in a starving condition. For many times, when they gave me that which was hot, I was so greedy, that I should burn my mouth, that it would trouble me hours after, and yet I should quickly do the same again, and after I was thoroughly hungry, I was never again satisfied, for though sometimes it fell out, that I got enough. And did eat until I could eat no more, yet I was unsatisfied as I was when I began. And now I can see that scripture verified there being many scriptures, which we do not take notice of, or understand till we are afflicted. Thou shalt eat, and not be satisfied. Micah 614 Now, might I see, more than ever before, the miseries that sin hath brought upon us. Many times I should be ready to run against the heathen, but the scripture would quiet me again, shall there be evil in a city, and the Lord hath not done it? Amos 316 The Lord helped me to make a right improvement of his word, and that I might learn that great lesson, he hath showed thee, O man, what is good, and what doth the Lord require of thee, but to do justly and love mercy, and walk humbly with thy God, hear ye the rod, and who hath appointed it? Micah 689 The 16th Removal We began this remove with wading over Banquay River. The water was up to the knees, and the stream very swift, and so cold that I thought it would have cut me in sunder. I was so weak and feeble that I reeled as I went along, and thought there I must end my days at last, after my bearing and getting through so many difficulties. The Indians stood laughing to see me staggering along, but in my distress the Lord gave me experience of the truth, and goodness of that promise. When thou passest, through the waters, I will be with thee, and through the rivers. They shall not overflow thee, Isaiah 43.2. Then I sat down to put on my stockings and shoes, with the tears running down mine eyes, and sorrowful thoughts in my heart, but I got up to go along with them. Quickly there came up to us an Indian, who informed them that I must go to Wachusip to my master, for there is a letter. Come from the council to the Segemors, about redeeming the captives, and that there would be another in fourteen days, and that I must be there ready. My heart was so heavy before, I could scare speak or go in, the path, and yet now so light that I could run. My strength seemed to come again, and recruit my feeble knees and aching heart, and it pleased them to go but one mile that night. And there we stayed, two days, and that time came a company of Indians to us. Near thirty, all on horseback, my heart skipped within me, thinking they had been Englishmen, at the first sight of them, for they were dressed in English apparel, with hats, white neck claws, and sashes about their waist, and ribbons upon their shoulders. But when they came near, there was a vast difference between the lovely faces of Christians, and foul looks of these heathens, which much stamped my spirit again, the seventeenth remove. A comfortable remove it was to me, because of my hopes. They gave me a pack, and along we went cheerfully. But quickly my will proved more than my strength, having little or no refreshing my strength failed me, and my spirits were almost quite gone. Now may I say with David, I am poor and needy, and my heart is wounded within me. I am gone like the shadow when it declineeth, I am tossed up and down like the locust, my knees are weak through fasting, and my flesh faileth of fatness. Psalm 119, 22, 24. At night we came to an Indian town, and the Indians sat down by a wigwam, discoursing, but I was almost spent, and could scarce speak. I laid down my load, and went into the wigwam, and there sat an Indian boiling of horses feet. They being want to eat the flesh first, and when the feet were old and dried, and they had nothing else, they would cut off the feet and use them. I asked him to give me a little of this broth, or water they were boiling in. He took a dish, and gave me one spoonful of samp, and bid me take as much of the broth as I would. Then I put some of the hot water to the samp, and drank it up. My spirit came again, he gave me also a piece of the rough or ridding of the small guts. And I boiled it on the coals, and now, may I say with Jonathan, see I pray you, how mine eyes have been enlightened, because I tasted a little of this honey. First Samuel, 14, 29. Now is my spirit revived, again. Though means be never so inconsiderable, yet if the Lord bestow his blessings upon them, they shall refresh both soul and body. The 18th remove. We took up our packs, and along we went, but a wearersome day I had of it. As we went along and saw an Englishman strip naked and lying dead upon the ground, but knew not who it was, then we came to another Indian town, where we stayed all night. In this town there were four English children captives, and one of them my own sisters. I went to see how she did, and she was well considering her captive condition. I would have tarried that night with her, but they that owned her would not suffer it. Then I went into another wigwam, where they were boiling corn and beans, which was a lovely sight to see, but I could not get a taste thereof. Then I went to another wigwam, where there were two of the English children. The squaw was boiling horses feet, and then she cut me off a little piece, and gave one of the English children a piece also. Being very hungry, I had quickly eaten mine up, but the child could not bite it. It was so tough and sinnily, but lay sucking, gnawing, chewing, and slabbering of it in the mouth and hand. Then I took it of the child, and ate it myself, and savoury it was to my taste. Then I may say, as Job 6, 7, the things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat. Thus the Lord made that pleasant refreshing, which another time would have been an abomination. Then I went home to my mistress's wigwam, and they told me I disgraced my master with begging, and if I did so any more, they would knock me in the head. I told them they had as good knock me in the head as starve me to death. End of part two of a narrative of the captivity and restoration of Mrs. Mary Rawlinson by Mary Rawlinson. Recording by Matthew Scott Superna, Lighthouse, Aqueducts. More information, or to volunteer, please visit LibriGo workflow, or for any other business use. things are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit therevox.org, recording by Matthew Scott Supernaut. A narrative of the captivity and restoration of Mrs. Mary Rawlinson by Mary Rawlinson, the 19th remove. They say when we went out that we must travel to Wachuset this day, but a bitter, weary day I had of it, traveling now three days together, without resting any day between. At last, after many weary steps, I saw Wachuset hills, but many miles off. Then we came to a great swamp, through which we traveled up to the knees in mud and water which was heavy going to one tire before. Being almost spent, I thought I should have sunk down at last and never got out, but I may say as in Psalm 9418, when my foot slipped thy mercy, O Lord, held me up. Going along, having indeed my life but little spirit, Philip, who was in the company, came up and took me by the hand and said, To two weeks more, and you shall be mistress again. I asked him if he spake true, he answered yes, and quickly you shall come to your master again, who had been gone from us three weeks after many weary steps we came to Wachuset, where he was, and glad I was to see him. He asked me when I washed me. I told him not this month. Then he fetched me some water himself, and bid me wash, and gave me the glass to see how I looked, and bid his squaw give me something to eat. So she gave me a mass of beans and meat, and a little ground nut cake. I was wonderfully revived, but this favor showed me. He made them also to be pitied of all those that carried them captives. Psalm 106, 46. My master had three squaws, living sometimes with one, and sometimes with another one. This old squaw, at those wigwams, I was. And with whom my master had been those three weeks, another was Weedamoo, with whom I had lived, and served all this while. A severe and proud dame she was bestowing every day in dressing herself neat as much time as any of the gentry of the land, powdering her hair and painting her face, going with necklaces, with jewels in her ears and bracelets upon her hands, when she had dressed herself her work was to make girdles of wampum and beads. The third squaw was a younger one, by whom he had two papooses. By the time I was refreshed by the old squaw, with whom my master was, Weedamoo's maid, came to call me home, at which I fell a-weeping. Then the old squaw told me, to encourage me, that if I wanted victuals I should come to her, and that I should lie there in her wigwam. Then I went with the maid, and quickly came again in lodge there. The squaw laid a mat under me, and a good rug over me. The first time I had any such kindness showed me. I understood that Weedamoo thought, that if she should let me go, and serve with the old squaw, she should be in danger to lose not only my service, but the redemption pay also. And I was not a little glad to hear this, being by it raised in my hopes, that in God's due time there would be an end of the sorrowful hour. Then came an Indian, and asked me to knit him three pair of stockings, for which I had a hat, and a silk handkerchief. Then another asked me to make her a shift, for which she gave me an apron. Then came Tom and Peter, with the second letter from the consul, about the captives. Though they were Indians, I got them by the hand, and burst out into tears. My heart was so full that I could not speak to them, but recovering myself. I asked them how my husband did, and all my friends and acquaintance. They said, They are all but very well melancholy. They brought me two biscuits, and a pound of tobacco. The tobacco I quickly gave away. When it was all gone, one asked me to give him a pipe of tobacco. I told him it was all gone, then he began to rant and threaten. I told him when my husband came, I would give him some. Hang him rogue, he says. I will knock out his brains if he comes here. And then again, in the same breath, they would say that if there should come, and hundred without guns, they would do them no hurt. So unstable, and like madmen they were, so that fearing the worst, I durst not send to my husband, though there were some thoughts of his coming to redeem and fetch me, not knowing what might follow. For there was little more trust to them than to the master they served. When the letter was come, the Sagamores met with the consuls about the captives, and called me to them to inquire how much my husband would give to redeem me. When I came, I sat down amongst them, as I was wont to do, as their manner is. When they bade me stand up, and said they were the general court, they bade me speak what I thought he would give. Now, knowing that all we had was destroyed by the Indians, I was in a great straight. I thought if I should speak of, but a little, it would be slighted, and hinder the matter. If a great sum, I knew not where it would be procured. Yet at a venture I said twenty pounds, yet desired them to take less. But they would not hear of that, but sent the message to Boston, for that twenty pounds I should be redeemed. It was a praying Indian that wrote their letter for them. There was another praying Indian who told me that he had a brother that would not eat horse. His conscience was so tender and scrupulous, though as large as hell for the destruction of poor Christians. Then he said he read that scripture to him. There was a famine in Samaria, and behold they beseeched it, until an ass's head was sold for four score pieces of silver. And the fourth part of a cab of doves dung for five pieces of silver. Second Kings, six twenty five. He expounded this place to his brother, and showed him that it was lawful to eat that in a famine, which is not at another time. And now he says he will eat horse with any Indian of them all. There was another praying Indian who, when he had done all the mischief that he could, betrayed his own father into the English hands, thereby to purchase his own life. Another praying Indian was at Sudbury Fight, though as he deserved he was afterward hanged for it. There was another praying Indian so wicked and cruel as to wear a string about his neck, strung with Christians' fingers. Another praying Indian, when they went to Sudbury Fight, went with him, and his squaw also with him, with her papoose at her back. Before they went to that fight they got a company together to pow wow, the manner was as followeth. There was one that kneeled upon a deerskin, with the company round him in a ring who kneeled, and striking upon the ground with their hands, and with sticks and muttering or humming with their mouths. Besides him, who kneeled in the ring, there also stood one with a gun in his hand. Then he on the deerskin made a speech and all manifested a scent to him, and so they did many times together. Then they bade him with the gun, go out of the ring, which he did. But when he was out, they called him in again. But he seemed to make a stand. Then they called the more earnestly till he returned again. Then they all sang, then gave him two guns, in either hand one. And so he on the deerskin began again. And at the end of every sentence, in his speaking, they all assented, humming or muttering with their mouths, and striking upon the ground with their hands. Then they bade him with the two guns, go out of the ring again, which he did, a little way. Then they called him in again, but he made a stand, so they called him with greater earnestness. But he stood reeling and wavering as if he knew not whether he should stand or fall, or which way to go. Then they calmed him with exceeding great vehemence, all of them, one and another. After a little while he turned in, staggering as he went, with his arm stretched out, in either hand a gun. As soon as he came in, they all sang and rejoiced exceedingly awhile. And then he upon the deerskin made another speech unto which they all assented in a rejoicing manner, and if they ended their business, and forthwith went to Sudbury fight. To my thinking, they went without any scruple, but that they should prosper, and gain the victory. And they went out not so rejoicing, but they came home with as great a victory. For they said they had killed two captains and almost a hundred men. One Englishman they brought along with them, and he said it was too true, for they had made sad work at Sudbury, as indeed it proved. Yet they came home without that rejoicing and triumphing over their victory, which they were want to show at other times, but rather like doves, as they say, which have lost their own ears. Yet I could not perceive that it was for their own loss of men. They said they had not lost above five or six, and I miss none, except in one way warm. When they went they acted as if the devil had told them that they should gain the victory. And now they acted as the devil had told them they should have a fall. Whether it were so or no, I cannot tell, but so it proved for quickly they began to fall, and so held on that summer, till they came to utter ruin. They came home on a Sabbath day, and the Pawa that kneeled upon the deerskin came home. I may say without abuse as black as the devil. When my master came home, he came to me and bid me make a shirt for his papoose of a hauled and laced pillow bear. About that time there came an Indian to me and bid me come to his wigwam at night, and he would give me some pork and ground nuts. Which I did, and as I was eating another Indian said to me, he seems to be your good friend, but he killed two Englishmen at Sudbury, and there lie their clothes behind you I looked behind me, and there I saw bloody clothes with bullet holes in them. Yet the Lord suffered not this wretch to do me any hurt. Yet instead of that, he many times refreshed me five or six times, did he, and his squaw refreshed my feeble carcass. If I went to their wigwam at any time, they would always give me something, and yet they were strangers that I never saw before. Another squaw gave me a piece of fresh pork, and a little salt with it, and let me her frying pan to fry it in. And I cannot but remember what a sweet, pleasant, and delightful relish that bid had to me to this day. So little do we prize common mercies when we have them to the full. The twentieth remove it was the usual manner to remove when they had done any mischief, lest they should be found out. And so they did at this time, we went about three or four miles, and there they built a great wigwam big enough to hold a hundred Indians, which they did in preparation to a great day of dancing. They would say now amongst themselves that the governor would be so angry for his loss at Sudbury that he would send no more about the captives, which made me grieve and tremble, my sister being not far from the place where we now were, and heard that I was here, desired her master to let her come and see me, and he was willing to do it, and would go with her, but she being ready before him, told him she would go before, and would come within a mile or two of the place. Then he overtook her and began to rant as if he had been mad, and made her go back again into the rain so that I never saw her till I saw her in Charleston. But the Lord requited many of their ill-doings, for this Indian, her master, was hanged afterwards at Boston. The Indians now began to come from all quarters against their merry dancing day. Among some of them came one good-wife Kettle. I told her my heart was so heavy that it was ready to break. So was mine, too, said she, but yet said, I hope we shall hear some good news shortly. I could hear how earnestly my sister desired to see me, and as I earnestly desired to see her, and yet neither of us could get an opportunity. My daughter was also now about a mile off, and I had not seen her in nine or ten weeks. As I had not seen my sister since our first taking, I earnestly desired then to let me go see them. Yea, I entreated, begged, and persuaded them, but to let me see my daughter, and yet so hard-hearted were they, that they would not suffer it. They made use of their tyrannical power whilst they had it, but through the Lord's wonderful mercy their time was now but short. On a Sabbath day the son being about an hour high in the afternoon came Mr. John Whore, the consul permitting him and his own forward spirit inclining him, together with the two aforementioned Indians, Tom and Peter, with their third letter from the consul. When they came near I was abroad, though I saw the knot they presently called me in, and bade me sit down and not stir. Then they catched up their guns, and away they ran, as if an enemy had been at hand, and the guns went off a pace. I manifested some great trouble, and they asked me what was the matter. I told them I thought they had killed the Englishman, for they had in the meantime informed me that an Englishman was come. They said no, they shot over his horse, and under and before his horse, and they pushed him this way and that way, at their pleasures showing what they could do. Then they let them come to their wigwams. I begged of them to let me see the Englishman, but they would not. But there was I feigned to sit their pleasure. When they had talked their full with him, they suffered me to go to him. We asked each other of our welfare, and how my husband did, and all my friends. He told me they were all well, and would be glad to see me. Amongst other things which my husband sent me, there came a pound of tobacco, which I sold for nine shillings and money, for many of the Indians for want of tobacco. Smoked hemlock and ground ivy. It was a great mistake in any. Who thought I sent for tobacco, for through the favor of God that desire was overcome? I now ask them whether I should go home with Mr. Hor. They answered no. One and another of them, and it being night, we laid down with that answer. In the morning Mr. Hor invited the Sagamores to dinner, but when we went to get it ready, we found that they had stolen the greatest part of the provision Mr. Hor had brought out of his bags in the night, and we may see the wonderful power of God in that one passage, in that when there was such a great number of the Indians together, and so greedy of a little good food, and no English there but Mr. Hor and myself, that they did not knock us in the head, and take what we had, there being not only some provision, but also trading cloth, a part of the twenty pounds agreed upon, but instead of doing us any mischief, they seemed to be ashamed of the fact, and said, they were the same matchet Indian that did it. Oh, that we could believe that there is nothing too hard for God. God showed his power over the heathen in this, as he did over the hungry lions when Daniel was cast into the den. Mr. Hor called them be time to dinner. But they ate very little, they being so busy in dressing themselves and getting ready for their dance, which was carried on by eight of them, four men and four squas. My master and mistress being too, he was dressed in his haulen shirt, with great laces sewed at the tail of it. He had his silver buttons, his white stockings, his garters were hung round with shillings, and he had girdles of wampum upon his head and shoulders. She had a kyrzy coat, and covered with girdles of wampum from the loins upward. Her arms from her elbows, to her hands were covered with bracelets. There were handfuls of necklaces about her neck, and several sorts of jewels in her ears. She had fine red stockings and white shoes. Her hair powdered and face painted red. That was always before black. And all the dancers were after the same manner. There were two others singing and knocking on a kettle for their music. They kept hopping up and down, one after another, with a kettle of water in the midst, standing warm upon some embers, to drink of when they were dry. They held on till it was almost night, throwing out wampum to the standards by. At night I asked them again if I should go home. They all as one said no, except my husband would come for me. When we were laying down, my master went out of the wigwam, and by and by sent in an Indian called James the printer, who told Mr. Horror that my master would let me go home tomorrow, if he would let him have one pint of liquors. Then Mr. Horror called his own Indians, Tom and Peter, and bid them to go and see whether he would promise it before them three, and if he would he should have it, which he did, and he had it. Then Philip, smelling the business, called me to him, and asked me what I would give him to tell me some good news, and speak of a good word for me. I told him I could not tell what to give him. I would give him anything I had, and asked him what he would have. He said two coasts and twenty shillings in money and half a bushel of seed-corn and some tobacco. I thanked him for his love, but I knew the good news as well as the crafty fox. My master, after he had had his drink, quickly came ranting into the wigwam again, and called for Mr. Horror, drinking to him and saying he was a good man, and then he would say, Hang him rogue! Being almost drunk, he would drink to him, and yet presently say he should be hanged. Then he called for me. I trembled to hear him, yet I was feigned to go to him, and he drank to me, showing no in civility. He was the first Indian I saw drunk all the while that I was amongst them. At last his squaw ran out, and he after her, round the wigwam with his money jingling at his knees, but she escaped him. But having an old squaw, he ran to her, and so through the Lord's mercy. We were no more troubled that night, yet I had not a comfortable night's rest, for I think I can say I did not sleep for three nights together. The night before the letter came from the consul. I could not rest. I was so full of fears and troubles, God many times leaving us most in the dark. When deliverance is nearest, ye at this time I could not rest night nor day. The next night I was overjoyed, Mr. Horror being come, and that with such good tidings, the third night I was even swallowed up with the thoughts of things that I ever should go home again, and that I must go, leaving my children behind me in the wilderness, so that sleep was now almost departed for mine eyes. On Tuesday morning they called their general court, as they call it, to consult and determine whether I should go home or no, and they all as one man did seemingly consent to it, that I should go home except Philip, who had not come among them. But before I go any further I would take leave to mention a few remarkable passages of Providence, that which I took special notice of in my afflicted time. 1. Of the fair opportunity lost in the long march, little after the fortnight, when our English army was so numerous and in pursuit of the enemy, and so near as to take several and destroy them, and the enemy in such distress for food that our men might track them by their rooting in the earth for ground nuts. Whilst they were flying for their lives, I say that then our army should want provision and be forced to leave their pursuit and return homeward, and the very next week the enemy came upon our town, like bears bereft of their welps, or so many ravenous wolves, rending us in our lambs to death. But what shall I say? God seemed to leave his people to themselves, and order all things for his own holy ends. Shall there be evil in the city and the Lord hath not done it? They are not grief for the affliction of Joseph. Therefore shall they go captive. With the first that go captive, it is the Lord's doing, and it should be marvelous in our eyes. 2. I cannot remember how the Indians derided the slowness and dullness of the English army in its setting out. For after the desolations at Lancaster Medfield, as I went along with them, they asked me when I thought the English army would come after them. I told them I could not tell. It may be they will come in May, said they. Thus did they scoff at us, as if the English would be a quarter of a year getting ready. 3. Which also I have hinted before when the English army with new supplies were sent forth to pursue after the enemy, and they understanding it, fled before them till they came to Banquay River. 4. Where they fought with, went oversafely, that that river should be impassable to the English. I can but admire to see the wonderful providence of God in preserving the heathen for further affliction to our poor country. They could go in great numbers over, but the English must stop. God had an overruling hand in all those things. 4. It was thought, if their corn were cut down they would starve and die with hunger, but all their corn that could be found was destroyed, and they, driven from that little they had in store, into the woods in the midst of the winter, and yet how to admiration did the Lord preserve them for his holy ends, and the destruction of many still amongst the English strangely did the Lord provide for them, that I did not see all the time I was among them one man, woman, or child die with hunger. Though many times they would eat that, that a hog or dog would hardly touch, yet by that God strengthened them to be a scourge to his people. The chief in commonest food was ground nuts. They eat also nuts, acorns, artichokes, lily roots, ground beans, and several other weeds and roots, that I know not. They would pick up old bones and cut them to pieces at the joints, and if they were full of worms and maggots they would scald them over fire and make the vermin come out, and then boil them and drink up the liquor, and then beat the great ends of them in a mortar and so eat them. They would eat a horse's guts and ears and all sorts of birds which they could catch, also bear, venison, beaver, tortoise, frogs, squirrels, dogs, skunks, rattlesnakes, yay! The very bark of trees, besides all sorts of creatures, and provision which they plundered from the English, I can but stand in admiration to see the wonderful power of God in providing for such a vast number of our enemies in the wilderness, where there was nothing to be seen, but from hand to mouth. Many times in a morning the generality of them would eat up all they had, and yet have some further supply against they wanted. It is said, O that my people had harkened 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. But now our perverse and evil carriages in the sight of the Lord have so offended him, that instead of turning his hand against them, the Lord feeds and nourishes them to be a scourge to the whole land. Fifth, another thing that I would observe is the strange providence of God in turning things about when the Indians was at the highest, and the English at the lowest. I was with the enemy eleven weeks and five days, and not one week pass without the fury of the enemy, and some desolation by fire and soar upon one place or another. They mourned with their black faces for their own losses, yet triumphed and rejoiced in their inhumane and many times devilish cruelty to the English. They would boast much of their victory, saying that in two hours' time they had destroyed such a captain and his company at such a place, and boast how many towns they had destroyed, and then scoff, and say they had done them a good turn to send them to heaven so soon. Again, they would say this summer that they would knock all the roads in the head or drive them into the sea, or make them fly the country, thinking surely, egg egg like, the bitterness of death has passed. Now the heathen begins to think all is their own, and the poor Christians hopes to fail as to man, and now their eyes are more to God, and their hearts sigh heavenward. And to say, in good earnest, help Lord, or we perish. Then the Lord had brought his people to this, that they saw no help in anything but himself. Then he takes the quarrel into his own hand, and though they had made a pit in their own imaginations, as deep as hell for the Christians that summer, yet the Lord hurled themselves into it, and the Lord had not so many ways before to preserve them, and now he hath as many to destroy them. But to return again to my going home, where we may see a remarkable change in providence, at first they were all against it, except my husband would come for me, but afterwards they assented to it, and see much to rejoice in it, some asking me to send them some bread, others some tobacco, others shaking me by the hand, offering me a hood and scarf to ride in, not one moving hand or tongue against it. Thus hath the Lord answered my poor desire, and the many earnest requests of others put up unto God for me. In my travels an Indian came to me, and told me if I were willing, he and his squad would run away and go home along with me, I told him no. I was not willing to run away, but desired to wait God's time, that I might go home quietly and without fear, and now God hath granted me my desire, o the wonderful power of God that I have seen, and the experience that I have had. I have been in the midst of those roaring lions and savage bears that feared neither God nor man nor the devil, by night and day, alone and in company, sleeping all sorts together, and yet not one of them ever offered me the least abuse of unchastity to me, in word or action. Though some are ready to say I speak it from my own credit, but I speak it in the presence of God and to his glory. God's power is as great now and as sufficient to save, as when he preserved Daniel in the lion's den, or the three children in the fiery furnace. I may well say, as his Psalm 107-12, O give thanks unto the Lord, for he is good, for his mercy endureth forever. Let the redeemed of the Lord say so, whom he hath redeemed from the hand of the enemy, especially that I should come away in the midst of so many hundreds of enemies quietly and peaceably, and not a dog moving his tongue. So I took my leave of them, and in coming along my heart melted into tears more than all the while I was with them, and I was almost swallowed up with the thoughts that, ever I should go home again. About the sun going down, Mr. Horan myself and the two Indians came to Lancaster, and a solemn sight it was to me. There had I lived many comfortable years amongst my relations and neighbors, and now not one Christian to be seen, nor one house left standing. We went on to a farmhouse that was yet standing, where we lay all night in a comfortable lodging we had, though nothing but straw to lie on. The Lord preserved us in safety that night, and raised us up again in the morning and carried us along, that before noon we came to Concord. Now was I full of joy, and yet without sorrow joy to see such a lovely sight so many Christians together and some of them my neighbors. There I met with my brother and my brother-in-law who asked me, if I knew where his wife was, poor heart, he had helped to bury her and knew it not, she being shot down by the house was partly burned, so that those who were at Boston at the desolation of the town and came back afterward and buried the dead did not know her. Yet I was not without sorrow to think how many were looking and longing in my own children amongst the rest to enjoy that deliverance that I had now received. I did not know whether ever I should see them again. Being recruited with food and lament, we went to Boston that day where I met with my dear husband, but the thoughts of our dear children, one being dead and the other we could not tell where, abated our comfort each to other. I was not before so much hemmed in with the merciless and cruel heathen, but now as much as with pitiful, tender-hearted and compassionate Christians in that poor in distress and beggarly condition I was received in. I was kindly entertained in several houses, so much love I received from several, some of whom I knew and others who I knew not, that I am not capable to declare it. But the Lord knows them all by name, the Lord reward them seven fold unto their bosoms of the spirituals for their temperals. The twenty pounds the price of my redemption was raised by some Boston gentleman and Mr. Usher, whose bounty and religious charity I would not forget to make mention of. Then Mr. Thomas Shepherd of Charleston received us into his house, where we continued eleven weeks and a father and a mother they were to us, and many more tender-hearted friends we met with in that place. We were now in the midst of love, yet not without much in frequent heaviness of heart for our poor children and other relations who were still in affliction, the week following, after my coming in, the governor and the council sent forth to the Indians again, and that not without success, for they brought in my sister and good wife Kettle. They're not knowing where our children were was a sore trial to us still, and yet we were not without secret hopes that we should see them again, that which was dead lay heavier upon my spirit than those which were alive and amongst the heathen, thinking how it suffered with its wounds, and I was no way able to relieve it, and how it was buried by the heathen in the wilderness from among all Christians. We were hurried up and down in our thoughts, sometimes we should hear a report, that they were gone this way, and sometimes that, and that they were come in, in this place or that, we kept inquiring and listening to hear concerning them, but no certain news as yet. About this time the council had offered a day of public thanksgiving, though I thought I had still cause a morning, and being unsettled in our minds we thought we would ride toward the eastward to see if we could hear anything concerning our children, and as we were riding along, God is the wise disposer of all things, between Ipswich and Rowley, we met with Mr William Hubbard, who told us that our son Joseph was come to Major Waldron's, and another with him, which was my sister's son, I asked him how he knew it, he said the Major himself told him so, so along we went, till we came to Newbury. In their minister being absent they desired my husband to preach the thanksgiving for them, but he was not willing to stay there that night, but would go over to Salisbury to hear further and come in again in the morning, which he did, and preached there that day, at night when he had done, one came and told him that his daughter was come in at Providence, here was mercy on both hands, now hath God fulfilled that precious scripture, which was such a comfort to me in my distressed condition, when my heart was ready to sink into the earth, my children being gone, I could not tell whether, and my knees trembling under me, and I was walking through the valley of the shadow of death, then the Lord brought, and now has fulfilled that reviving word unto me. Thus saith the Lord, refrain thy voice from weeping and thine eyes from tears, for thy work shall be rewarded, saith the Lord, and they shall come again from the land of the enemy, now we were between them, the one on the east, and the other on the west, our son being nearest, we went to him first, to the Portsmouth, where he met with him, and met with the major also, who told us he had done what he could, but could not redeem him under seven pounds, which the good people thereabouts were pleased to pay. The Lord rewarded the major and all the rest, though unknown to me, for their labor of love. My sister's son was redeemed for four pounds, which the council gave order for the payment of. Having now received one of our children, we hastened toward the other. Going back through Newbury, my husband preached there on the Sabbath day, for which they rewarded him many fold. On Monday we came to Charlestown, where he had heard that the governor of Rhode Island had sent over for our daughter to take care of her, but now within his jurisdiction, which should not pass without our acknowledgements, was she being near to Rehoboth, then Rhode Island. Mr. Newman went over and took care of her and brought her to his own house. And the goodness of God was admirable to us in our low estate, in that he raised up compassionate friends on every side to us. We had nothing to recompense any for their love. The Indians were now gone that way, that it was apprehended dangerous to go to her. But the carts which carried provisions to the English army being guarded, brought her with them to Dorchester, where we received her safe, blessed be the Lord for it, for great is his power, and he can do whatsoever seemeth him good. Her coming in was after this manner. She was traveling one day with the Indians with her basket at her back. The company of Indians were got before her, and gone out of sight. All except one squad, she followed the squad till night, and then both of them lay down, having nothing over them but the heavens and under them but the earth. Thus she traveled three days together, not knowing whether she was going, having nothing to eat or drink, but water and green hurdle berries. At last it came into Providence, where she was kindly entertained by several of that town. The Indian often said that I should never have her under 20 pounds. But now the Lord hath brought her in upon free costs, and given her to me the second time. The Lord make us a blessing indeed to others. Now have I seen that scripture also fulfilled, if any of thine be driven to the outmost parts of heaven, from thence will the Lord thy God gather thee, and from thence will he fetch thee, and the Lord thy God will put all these curses upon thine enemies, and on them which hate thee, which persecuted thee. Deuteronomy 30 4 7 Thus hath the Lord brought me, and mine, out of that terrible pit, and hath sent us in the midst of tenderhearted and compassionate Christians. It is the desire of my soul that we may talk worthy of the mercies received, and which we are receiving. Our family being now gathered together, those of us that were living, and the South church in Boston hired in house for us. Then we removed from Mr. Shepherd's house, those cordial friends, and went to Boston, where we continued about three quarters of a year. Still the Lord went along with us and provided graciously for us. I thought it somewhat strange to set up housekeeping with the bare walls, but as Solomon says, money answers all things, and that we had, through the benevolence of Christian friends, summoned this town and summoned that, and others, and some from England, that in a little time we might look, and see the house furnished with love. The Lord hath been exceeding good to us, in our low estate, in that when he had neither house nor home, nor other necessaries, the Lord so moved the hearts of these and those towards us, that we wanted neither food, nor a ment for ourselves or ours. There is a friend, which sticketh closer than a brother, Proverbs 1824. And how many such friends have we found, and now amongst the living, and truly such a friend, have we found him to be unto us, in whose house we live, Mr. James Whitcomb, a friend unto us near hand, and afar off. I can remember the time when I used to sleep quietly without workings in my thoughts, whole nights together, but now it is other ways to me, when all are fast about me, and know I open, but his who ever wakeeth, my thoughts are upon things past, and upon the awful dispensation of the Lord towards us. Upon his wonderful power and might, and carrying of us through so many difficulties, and returning us in safety, and suffering none to hurt us, I remember in the night season, how the other day I was in the midst of thousands of enemies, and nothing but death before me. It is then hard work to persuade myself that ever I should be satisfied with bread again. Now we are fed with the finest of the wheat, and, as I may say, with honey out of the rock, instead of the husk we have the fattened calf. The thoughts of these things in the particulars of them, and of the loving goodness of God towards us, make it true of me. But David said of himself, I watered my couch with my tears, Psalm 6.6. Oh, the wonderful power of God that mine eyes have seen, affording matter enough for my thoughts to run in, that when others are sleeping mine eyes are weeping. I have seen the extreme vanity of this world, one hour I have been in health and wealthy, wanting nothing, but the next hour in sickness and wounds and death, having nothing but sorrow and affliction. Before I knew what affliction meant, I was ready sometimes to wish for it, when I lived in prosperity, having the comforts of the world about me, my relations by me, my heart cheerful, and taking little care of for anything. And yet seeing many whom I preferred before myself, under many trials and afflictions in sickness, weakness, poverty, losses, crosses, and cares of the world, I should sometimes be jealous, lest I should have my portion in this life, and that Scripture would come to my mind, for whom the Lord loveth he chaseneth, and scourges every son whom he receiveth, Hebrews 12.6. But now I see the Lord had his time to scourge and chasen me. The portion of some is to have their afflictions by drops. Now one drop, and then another, but the dregs of the cup, the wine of astonishment, like a sweeping rain that leaveeth no food, did the Lord prepare to be my portion, affliction I wanted and affliction I had, full measure I thought, pressed down and running over, yet I see when God calls a person to anything, and through never so many difficulties, yet he is fully able to carry them through and make them see, and say they have been gainers thereby, and I hope I can say, in some measure, as David did, it is good for me that I have been afflicted. The Lord hath showed me the vanity of these outward things, that they are the vanity of vanities, and vexation of spirit, that they are but a shadow, a blast, a bubble, and things of no continuance, that we must rely on God himself, and our whole dependence must be upon him. If trouble from smaller matters begin to arise in me, I have something at hand to check myself with, and say, why am I troubled? It was but the other day that if I had had the world, I would have given it for my freedom, or to have been a servant to a Christian. I have learned to look beyond present and smaller troubles, and to be quieted under them, as Moses said, stand still, and see the salvation of the Lord. Exodus 14.13 End of Part 3 of the Narrative of the Captivity and Restoration of Mrs. Mary Rawlinson by Mary Rawlinson. Recording by Matthew Scott Suprena, Moorhead, Minnesota. M-A-T-T, under scroll, M-O-N-S-T-E-R-2-1, at hotmail.com. End of the Narrative of the Captivity and Restoration of Mrs. Mary Rawlinson by Mary Rawlinson. Recording by Matthew Scott Suprena, Moorhead, Minnesota. M-A-T-T, under scroll, M-O-N-S-T-E-R-2-1, at hotmail.com.