you eat horse liver?" I told him, I would try, if he would give
a piece, which he did, and I laid it on the coals to roast. But
before it was half ready they got half of it away from me, so
that I was fain to take the rest and eat it as it was, with the
blood about my mouth, and yet a savory bit it was to me: "For
to the hungry soul every bitter thing is sweet." A solemn sight
methought it was, to see fields of wheat and Indian corn
forsaken and spoiled and the remainders of them to be food for
our merciless enemies. That night we had a mess of wheat for
our supper.


The Eighth Remove

On the morrow morning we must go over the river, i.e.
Connecticut, to meet with King Philip. Two canoes full they had
carried over; the next turn I myself was to go. But as my foot
was upon the canoe to step in there was a sudden outcry among
them, and I must step back, and instead of going over the river,
I must go four or five miles up the river farther northward.
Some of the Indians ran one way, and some another. The cause of
this rout was, as I thought, their espying some English scouts,
who were thereabout. In this travel up the river about noon the
company made a stop, and sat down; some to eat, and others to
rest them. As I sat amongst them, musing of things past, my son
Joseph unexpectedly came to me. We asked of each other's
welfare, bemoaning our doleful condition, and the change that
had come upon us. We had husband and father, and children, and
sisters, and friends, and relations, and house, and home, and
many comforts of this life: but now we may say, as Job, "Naked