5. Another thing that I would observe is the strange providence
of God, in turning things about when the Indians was at the
highest, and the English at the lowest. I was with the enemy
eleven weeks and five days, and not one week passed without the
fury of the enemy, and some desolation by fire and sword upon
one place or other. They mourned (with their black faces) for
their own losses, yet triumphed and rejoiced in their inhumane,
and many times devilish cruelty to the English. They would
boast much of their victories; saying that in two hours time
they had destroyed such a captain and his company at such a
place; and boast how many towns they had destroyed, and then
scoff, and say they had done them a good turn to send them to
Heaven so soon. Again, they would say this summer that they
would knock all the rogues in the head, or drive them into the
sea, or make them fly the country; thinking surely, Agag-like,
"The bitterness of Death is past." Now the heathen begins to
think all is their own, and the poor Christians' hopes to fail
(as to man) and now their eyes are more to God, and their hearts
sigh heaven-ward; and to say in good earnest, "Help Lord, or we
perish." When the Lord had brought His people to this, that
they saw no help in anything but Himself; then He takes the
quarrel into His own hand; and though they had made a pit, in
their own imaginations, as deep as hell for the Christians that
summer, yet the Lord hurled themselves into it. And the Lord
had not so many ways before to preserve them, but now He hath as
many to destroy them.

But to return again to my going home, where we may see a
remarkable change of providence. At first they were all against
it, except my husband would come for me, but afterwards they