After a restless and hungry night there, we had a wearisome time of it
the next day. The swamp by which we lay was, as it were, a deep dungeon,
and an exceeding high and steep hill before it. Before I got to the top
of the hill, I thought my heart and legs, and all would have broken,
and failed me. What, through faintness and soreness of body, it was
a grievous day of travel to me. As we went along, I saw a place where
English cattle had been. That was comfort to me, such as it was. Quickly
after that we came to an English path, which so took with me, that I
thought I could have freely lyen down and died. That day, a little after
noon, we came to Squakeag, where the Indians quickly spread themselves
over the deserted English fields, gleaning what they could find. Some
picked up ears of wheat that were crickled down; some found ears of
Indian corn; some found ground nuts, and others sheaves of wheat that
were frozen together in the shock, and went to threshing of them out.
Myself got two ears of Indian corn, and whilst I did but turn my back,
one of them was stolen from me, which much troubled me. There came an
Indian to them at that time with a basket of horse liver. I asked him to
give me a piece. "What," says he, "can you eat horse liver?" I told him,
I would try, if he would give a piece, which he did, and I laid it on
the coals to roast. But before it was half ready they got half of it
away from me, so that I was fain to take the rest and eat it as it was,
with the blood about my mouth, and yet a savory bit it was to me:
"For to the hungry soul every bitter thing is sweet." A solemn sight
methought it was, to see fields of wheat and Indian corn forsaken and
spoiled and the remainders of them to be food for our merciless enemies.
That night we had a mess of wheat for our supper.