upon spiritual accounts, till it pleased God to make that
precious scripture take hold of her heart, "And he said unto me,
my Grace is sufficient for thee" (2 Corinthians 12.9). More
than twenty years after, I have heard her tell how sweet and
comfortable that place was to her. But to return: the Indians
laid hold of us, pulling me one way, and the children another,
and said, "Come go along with us"; I told them they would kill
me: they answered, if I were willing to go along with them,
they would not hurt me.

Oh the doleful sight that now was to behold at this house!
"Come, behold the works of the Lord, what desolations he has
made in the earth." Of thirty-seven persons who were in this
one house, none escaped either present death, or a bitter
captivity, save only one, who might say as he, "And I only am
escaped alone to tell the News" (Job 1.15). There were twelve
killed, some shot, some stabbed with their spears, some knocked
down with their hatchets. When we are in prosperity, Oh the
little that we think of such dreadful sights, and to see our
dear friends, and relations lie bleeding out their heart-blood
upon the ground. There was one who was chopped into the head
with a hatchet, and stripped naked, and yet was crawling up and
down. It is a solemn sight to see so many Christians lying in
their blood, some here, and some there, like a company of sheep
torn by wolves, all of them stripped naked by a company of
hell-hounds, roaring, singing, ranting, and insulting, as if
they would have torn our very hearts out; yet the Lord by His
almighty power preserved a number of us from death, for there
were twenty-four of us taken alive and carried captive.