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Narrative of the Captivity and Restoration of Mrs. Mary Rowlandson by Mary White Rowlandson
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upon a horse; it went moaning all along, "I shall die, I shall
die." I went on foot after it, with sorrow that cannot be
expressed. At length I took it off the horse, and carried it in
my arms till my strength failed, and I fell down with it. Then
they set me upon a horse with my wounded child in my lap, and
there being no furniture upon the horse's back, as we were going
down a steep hill we both fell over the horse's head, at which
they, like inhumane creatures, laughed, and rejoiced to see it,
though I thought we should there have ended our days, as
overcome with so many difficulties. But the Lord renewed my
strength still, and carried me along, that I might see more of
His power; yea, so much that I could never have thought of, had
I not experienced it.

After this it quickly began to snow, and when night came on,
they stopped, and now down I must sit in the snow, by a little
fire, and a few boughs behind me, with my sick child in my lap;
and calling much for water, being now (through the wound) fallen
into a violent fever. My own wound also growing so stiff that
I could scarce sit down or rise up; yet so it must be, that I
must sit all this cold winter night upon the cold snowy ground,
with my sick child in my arms, looking that every hour would be
the last of its life; and having no Christian friend near me,
either to comfort or help me. Oh, I may see the wonderful power
of God, that my Spirit did not utterly sink under my affliction:
still the Lord upheld me with His gracious and merciful spirit,
and we were both alive to see the light of the next morning.


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