Indians came to Lancaster, and a solemn sight it was to me.
There had I lived many comfortable years amongst my relations
and neighbors, and now not one Christian to be seen, nor one
house left standing. We went on to a farmhouse that was yet
standing, where we lay all night, and a comfortable lodging we
had, though nothing but straw to lie on. The Lord preserved us
in safety that night, and raised us up again in the morning, and
carried us along, that before noon, we came to Concord. Now was
I full of joy, and yet not without sorrow; joy to see such a
lovely sight, so many Christians together, and some of them my
neighbors. There I met with my brother, and my brother-in-law,
who asked me, if I knew where his wife was? Poor heart! he had
helped to bury her, and knew it not. She being shot down by the
house was partly burnt, so that those who were at Boston at the
desolation of the town, and came back afterward, and buried the
dead, did not know her. Yet I was not without sorrow, to think
how many were looking and longing, and my own children amongst
the rest, to enjoy that deliverance that I had now received, and
I did not know whether ever I should see them again. Being
recruited with food and raiment we went to Boston that day,
where I met with my dear husband, but the thoughts of our dear
children, one being dead, and the other we could not tell where,
abated our comfort each to other. I was not before so much
hemmed in with the merciless and cruel heathen, but now as much
with pitiful, tender-hearted and compassionate Christians. In
that poor, and distressed, and beggarly condition I was received
in; I was kindly entertained in several houses. So much love I
received from several (some of whom I knew, and others I knew
not) that I am not capable to declare it. But the Lord knows
them all by name. The Lord reward them sevenfold into their