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Narrative of the Captivity and Restoration of Mrs. Mary Rowlandson by Mary White Rowlandson
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not wet my foot (which many of themselves at the other end were
mid-leg deep) which cannot but be acknowledged as a favor of God
to my weakened body, it being a very cold time. I was not
before acquainted with such kind of doings or dangers. "When
thou passeth through the waters I will be with thee, and through
the rivers they shall not overflow thee" (Isaiah 43.2). A
certain number of us got over the river that night, but it was
the night after the Sabbath before all the company was got over.
On the Saturday they boiled an old horse's leg which they had
got, and so we drank of the broth, as soon as they thought it
was ready, and when it was almost all gone, they filled it up
again.

The first week of my being among them I hardly ate any thing;
the second week I found my stomach grow very faint for want of
something; and yet it was very hard to get down their filthy
trash; but the third week, though I could think how formerly my
stomach would turn against this or that, and I could starve and
die before I could eat such things, yet they were sweet and
savory to my taste. I was at this time knitting a pair of white
cotton stockings for my mistress; and had not yet wrought upon
a Sabbath day. When the Sabbath came they bade me go to work.
I told them it was the Sabbath day, and desired them to let me
rest, and told them I would do as much more tomorrow; to which
they answered me they would break my face. And here I cannot
but take notice of the strange providence of God in preserving
the heathen. They were many hundreds, old and young, some sick,
and some lame; many had papooses at their backs. The greatest
number at this time with us were squaws, and they traveled with
all they had, bag and baggage, and yet they got over this river
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