On Monday (as I said) they set their wigwams on fire and went away. It
was a cold morning, and before us there was a great brook with ice on
it; some waded through it, up to the knees and higher, but others went
till they came to a beaver dam, and I amongst them, where through the
good providence of God, I did not wet my foot. I went along that day
mourning and lamenting, leaving farther my own country, and traveling
into a vast and howling wilderness, and I understood something of Lot's
wife's temptation, when she looked back. We came that day to a great
swamp, by the side of which we took up our lodging that night. When I
came to the brow of the hill, that looked toward the swamp, I thought we
had been come to a great Indian town (though there were none but our own
company). The Indians were as thick as the trees: it seemed as if there
had been a thousand hatchets going at once. If one looked before one
there was nothing but Indians, and behind one, nothing but Indians, and
so on either hand, I myself in the midst, and no Christian soul near me,
and yet how hath the Lord preserved me in safety? Oh the experience that
I have had of the goodness of God, to me and mine!