The Ninth Remove

But instead of going either to Albany or homeward, we must go
five miles up the river, and then go over it. Here we abode a
while. Here lived a sorry Indian, who spoke to me to make him
a shirt. When I had done it, he would pay me nothing. But he
living by the riverside, where I often went to fetch water, I
would often be putting of him in mind, and calling for my pay:
At last he told me if I would make another shirt, for a papoose
not yet born, he would give me a knife, which he did when I had
done it. I carried the knife in, and my master asked me to give
it him, and I was not a little glad that I had anything that
they would accept of, and be pleased with. When we were at this
place, my master's maid came home; she had been gone three weeks
into the Narragansett country to fetch corn, where they had
stored up some in the ground. She brought home about a peck and
half of corn. This was about the time that their great captain,
Naananto, was killed in the Narragansett country. My son being
now about a mile from me, I asked liberty to go and see him;
they bade me go, and away I went; but quickly lost myself,
traveling over hills and through swamps, and could not find the
way to him. And I cannot but admire at the wonderful power and
goodness of God to me, in that, though I was gone from home, and
met with all sorts of Indians, and those I had no knowledge of,
and there being no Christian soul near me; yet not one of them
offered the least imaginable miscarriage to me. I turned
homeward again, and met with my master. He showed me the way to
my son. When I came to him I found him not well: and withall
he had a boil on his side, which much troubled him. We bemoaned