We took up our packs and along we went, but a wearisome day I had of it.
As we went along I saw an Englishman stripped 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 sister's. 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; then she cut me off
a little piece, and gave one of the English children a piece also. Being
very hungry I had quickly eat up mine, but the child could not bite
it, it was so tough and sinewy, but lay sucking, gnawing, chewing and
slabbering of it in the mouth and hand. Then I took it of the child, and
eat it myself, and savory 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 head as starve me to death.