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Narrative of the Captivity and Restoration of Mrs. Mary Rowlandson by Mary White Rowlandson
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lovely faces of Christians, and foul looks of those heathens,
which much damped my spirit again.


The Seventeenth Remove

A comfortable remove it was to me, because of my hopes. They
gave me a pack, and along we went cheerfully; but quickly my
will proved more than my strength; having little or no
refreshing, my strength failed me, and my spirits were almost
quite gone. Now may I say with David "I am poor and needy, and
my heart is wounded within me. I am gone like the shadow when
it declineth: I am tossed up and down like the locust; my knees
are weak through fasting, and my flesh faileth of fatness"
(Psalm 119.22-24). At night we came to an Indian town, and the
Indians sat down by a wigwam discoursing, but I was almost
spent, and could scarce speak. I laid down my load, and went
into the wigwam, and there sat an Indian boiling of horses feet
(they being wont to eat the flesh first, and when the feet were
old and dried, and they had nothing else, they would cut off the
feet and use them). I asked him to give me a little of his
broth, or water they were boiling in; he took a dish, and gave
me one spoonful of samp, and bid me take as much of the broth as
I would. Then I put some of the hot water to the samp, and
drank it up, and my spirit came again. He gave me also a piece
of the ruff or ridding of the small guts, and I broiled it on
the coals; and now may I say with Jonathan, "See, I pray you,
how mine eyes have been enlightened, because I tasted a little
of this honey" (1 Samuel 14.29). Now is my spirit revived
again; though means be never so inconsiderable, yet if the Lord
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