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Narrative of the Captivity and Restoration of Mrs. Mary Rowlandson by Mary White Rowlandson
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bestow His blessing upon them, they shall refresh both soul and
body.


The Eighteenth Remove

We took up our packs and along we went, but a wearisome day I
had of it. As we went along I saw an Englishman stripped naked,
and lying dead upon the ground, but knew not who it was. Then
we came to another Indian town, where we stayed all night. In
this town there were four English children, captives; and one of
them my own sister's. I went to see how she did, and she was
well, considering her captive condition. I would have tarried
that night with her, but they that owned her would not suffer
it. Then I went into another wigwam, where they were boiling
corn and beans, which was a lovely sight to see, but I could not
get a taste thereof. Then I went to another wigwam, where there
were two of the English children; the squaw was boiling horses
feet; then she cut me off a little piece, and gave one of the
English children a piece also. Being very hungry I had quickly
eat up mine, but the child could not bite it, it was so tough
and sinewy, but lay sucking, gnawing, chewing and slabbering of
it in the mouth and hand. Then I took it of the child, and eat
it myself, and savory it was to my taste. Then I may say as Job
6.7, "The things that my soul refused to touch are as my
sorrowful meat." Thus the Lord made that pleasant refreshing,
which another time would have been an abomination. Then I went
home to my mistress's wigwam; and they told me I disgraced my
master with begging, and if I did so any more, they would knock
me in the head. I told them, they had as good knock me in head
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