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Narrative of the Captivity and Restoration of Mrs. Mary Rowlandson by Mary White Rowlandson
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say now amongst themselves, that the governor would be so angry
for his loss at Sudbury, that he would send no more about the
captives, which made me grieve and tremble. My sister being not
far from the place where we now were, and hearing that I was
here, desired her master to let her come and see me, and he was
willing to it, and would go with her; but she being ready before
him, told him she would go before, and was come within a mile or
two of the place. Then he overtook her, and began to rant as if
he had been mad, and made her go back again in the rain; so that
I never saw her till I saw her in Charlestown. But the Lord
requited many of their ill doings, for this Indian her master,
was hanged afterward at Boston. The Indians now began to come
from all quarters, against their merry dancing day. Among some
of them came one goodwife Kettle. I told her my heart was so
heavy that it was ready to break. "So is mine too," said she,
but yet said, "I hope we shall hear some good news shortly." I
could hear how earnestly my sister desired to see me, and I as
earnestly desired to see her; and yet neither of us could get an
opportunity. My daughter was also now about a mile off, and I
had not seen her in nine or ten weeks, as I had not seen my
sister since our first taking. I earnestly desired them to let
me go and see them: yea, I entreated, begged, and persuaded
them, but to let me see my daughter; and yet so hard-hearted
were they, that they would not suffer it. They made use of
their tyrannical power whilst they had it; but through the
Lord's wonderful mercy, their time was now but short.

On a Sabbath day, the sun being about an hour high in the
afternoon, came Mr. John Hoar (the council permitting him, and
his own foreward spirit inclining him), together with the two
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