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Narrative of the Captivity and Restoration of Mrs. Mary Rowlandson by Mary White Rowlandson
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hatchets going at once. If one looked before one there was
nothing but Indians, and behind one, nothing but Indians, and so
on either hand, I myself in the midst, and no Christian soul
near me, and yet how hath the Lord preserved me in safety? Oh
the experience that I have had of the goodness of God, to me and
mine!


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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
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