have thought since of the wonderful goodness of God to me in
preserving me in 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 home to my master's
wigwam (by my master in this writing, must be understood
Quinnapin, 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 get to go
look after my dead child. When I came I asked them what they
had done with it; then they told me it was upon the hill. Then
they went and showed me where it was, where I saw the ground was
newly digged, and there they told me they had buried it. There
I left that child in the wilderness, and must commit it, and
myself also 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 Ind. and afterward sold for a gun.
When I came in sight, she would fall aweeping; at which they
were provoked, and would not let me come near her, but bade me
be 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