fight; and was not able some time to go, but as they carried
him, and as he took oaken leaves and laid to his wound, and
through the blessing of God he was able to travel again. Then
I took oaken leaves and laid to my side, and with the blessing
of God it cured me also; yet before the cure was wrought, I may
say, as it is in Psalm 38.5-6 "My wounds stink and are corrupt,
I am troubled, I am bowed down greatly, I go mourning all the
day long." I sat much alone with a poor wounded child in my
lap, which moaned night and day, having nothing to revive the
body, or cheer the spirits of her, but instead of that,
sometimes one Indian would come and tell me one hour that "your
master will knock your child in the head," and then a second,
and then a third, "your master will quickly knock your child in
the head."

This was the comfort I had from them, miserable comforters are
ye all, as he said. Thus nine days I sat upon my knees, with my
babe in my lap, till my flesh was raw again; my child being even
ready to depart this sorrowful world, they bade me carry it out
to another wigwam (I suppose because they would not be troubled
with such spectacles) whither I went with a very heavy heart,
and down I sat with the picture of death in my lap. About two
hours in the night, my sweet babe like a lamb departed this life
on Feb. 18, 1675. It being about six years, and five months
old. It was nine days from the first wounding, in this
miserable condition, without any refreshing of one nature or
other, except a little cold water. I cannot but take notice how
at another time I could not bear to be in the room where any
dead person was, but now the case is changed; I must and could
lie down by my dead babe, side by side all the night after. I