one another a while, as the Lord helped us, and then I returned
again. When I was returned, I found myself as unsatisfied as I
was before. I went up and down mourning and lamenting; and my
spirit was ready to sink with the thoughts of my poor children.
My son was ill, and I could not but think of his mournful looks,
and no Christian friend was near him, to do any office of love
for him, either for soul or body. And my poor girl, I knew not
where she was, nor whether she was sick, or well, or alive, or
dead. I repaired under these thoughts to my Bible (my great
comfort in that time) and that Scripture came to my hand, "Cast
thy burden upon the Lord, and He shall sustain thee" (Psalm
55.22).

But I was fain to go and look after something to satisfy my
hunger, and going among the wigwams, I went into one and there
found a squaw who showed herself very kind to me, and gave me a
piece of bear. I put it into my pocket, and came home, but
could not find an opportunity to broil it, for fear they would
get it from me, and there it lay all that day and night in my
stinking pocket. In the morning I went to the same squaw, who
had a kettle of ground nuts boiling. I asked her to let me boil
my piece of bear in her kettle, which she did, and gave me some
ground nuts to eat with it: and I cannot but think how pleasant
it was to me. I have sometime seen bear baked very handsomely
among the English, and some like it, but the thought that it was
bear made me tremble. But now that was savory to me that one
would think was enough to turn the stomach of a brute creature.

One bitter cold day I could find no room to sit down before the
fire. I went out, and could not tell what to do, but I went in