THE THIRTEENTH REMOVE

Instead of going toward the Bay, which was that I desired, I must go

with them five or six miles down the river into a mighty thicket of

brush; where we abode almost a 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 into it 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 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 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 considered their horrible addictedness to lying, and that there is

not one of them that makes the least conscience of speaking of truth.

In this place, on a cold night, as I lay by the fire, I removed a stick

that kept the heat from me. A squaw moved it down again, at which I

looked up, and she threw a handful of ashes in mine eyes. I thought

I should have been quite blinded, and have never seen more, but lying

down, the water run out of my eyes, and carried the dirt with it, that

by the morning I recovered my sight again. Yet upon this, and the like

occasions, I hope it is not too much to say with Job, "Have pity upon

me, O ye my 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 Sampson, who said, "I will go

out and shake myself as at other times, but he wist 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 discoursed

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 wont 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 this doleful 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, saith the Lord." And

also that [in] 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, viz. Thomas Read. They all gathered about the poor

man, asking him many questions. I desired also to go and see him; and

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, Philip's 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 up 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 in reference to myself, to make me

mindless of my husband and everyone else; they being safe among their

friends. He told me also, that awhile 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, than it proved to be in his remaining with the

Indians.

I went to see an English youth in this place, one John Gilbert of

Springfield. I found him lying without doors, upon the ground. I asked

him how he 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, and went

myself home. 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" (2

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 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. Then came an Indian to me with a pair of stockings that were

too big for him, and he would have me ravel 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 awhile 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 any thing 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 Piscataqua in Portsmouth.

That night they bade 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 bade 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 condole

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 ail with looking upward. Oh, Lord, I am oppressed; undertake

for me" (Isaiah 38.14). I could tell the Lord, as Hezekiah, "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 look upon the sun and

think how people were going to the house of God, to have their souls

refreshed; and then home, and their bodies also; but I was destitute of

both; and might say as the poor prodigal, "He would fain have filled his

belly with the husks that the swine did eat, and no man gave unto him"

(Luke 15.16). 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."

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