That they are the vanity of vanities, and vexation of spirit, that they are but a shadow, a blast, a bubble, and things of no continuance.

Affliction I wanted, and affliction I had, full measure (I thought), pressed down and running over.

Still the Lord went along with us

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thinking how it suffered with its wounds, and I was no way able to relieve it; and how it was buried by the heathen in the wilderness from among all Christians.

The twenty pounds, the price of my redemption, was raised by some Boston gentlemen

I met with my dear husband

In my travels an Indian came to me and told me, if I were willing, he and his squaw would run away, and go home along with me.

Now the heathen begins to think all is their own

yet triumphed and rejoiced in their inhumane, and many times devilish cruelty to the English.

I was with the enemy eleven weeks and five days,

They would eat horse’s guts, and ears, and all sorts of wild birds which they could catch; also bear, venison, beaver, tortoise, frogs, squirrels, dogs, skunks, rattlesnakes; yea, the very bark of trees

They could go in great numbers over, but the English must stop.

I told them, they had as good knock me in head as starve me to death.

but lay sucking, gnawing, chewing and slabbering of it in the mouth and hand.

and one of them my own sister’s.

I saw an Englishman stripped naked, and lying dead upon the ground, but knew not who it was

I knew that He laid upon me less than I deserved

Then also I took my Bible to read, but I found no comfort here neither, which many times I was wont to find.

forgetting where I was, and what my condition was

and I considered their horrible addictedness to lying,

He answered me that such a time his master roasted him, and that himself did eat a piece of him, as big as his two fingers, and that he was very good meat.

I told them the skin was off my back

Then one of the company drew his sword, and told me he would run me through if I did not go presently.

I found six acorns, and two chestnuts, which were some refreshment to me.

who seemed to me the best friend that I had of an Indian

she found me sitting and reading in my Bible; she snatched it hastily out of my hand, and threw it out of doors

“No,” said he, “none will hurt you.” Then came one of them and gave me two spoonfuls of meal to comfort me, and another gave me half a pint of peas;

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“I shall not die but live, and declare the works of the Lord: the Lord hath chastened me sore yet he hath not given me over to death”

he Lord gave, the Lord hath taken away, blessed be the name of the Lord

my son Joseph unexpectedly came to me.

I told them it was the Sabbath day, and desired them to let me rest, and told them I would do as much more tomorrow; to which they answered me they would break my face.

yet they were sweet and savory to my taste.

to get down their filthy trash

they boiled an old horse’s leg

I carried only my knitting work

One of the Indians that came from Medfield fight, had brought some plunder, came to me, and asked me, if I would have a Bible, he had got one in his basket. I was glad of it, and asked him, whether he thought the Indians would let me read? He answered, yes.

Oh, the hideous insulting and triumphing that there was over some Englishmen’s scalps that they had taken

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which was at that time twenty-three

my son came to me, and asked me how I did.

And as I was going along, my heart was even overwhelmed with the thoughts of my condition, and that I should have children, and a nation which I knew not, ruled over them.

and afterward sold for a gun

I must and could lie down by my dead babe, side by side all the night after

About two hours in the night, my sweet babe like a lamb departed this life on Feb. 18, 1675.

but as they carried him

and as He wounded me with one hand, so he healed me with the other.

I then remembered how careless I had been of God’s holy time; how many Sabbaths I had lost and misspent, and how evilly I had walked in God’s sight

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from Wednesday night to Saturday night, except only a little cold water.

One of the Indians got up upon a horse, and they set me up behind him, with my poor sick babe in my lap

I may see the wonderful power of God

and having no Christian friend near me, either to comfort or help me.

there being no furniture upon the horse’s back,

“I shall die, I shall die.”

It is not my tongue, or pen, can express the sorrows of my heart, and bitterness of my spirit that I had at this departure: but God was with me in a wonderful manner,

There remained nothing to me but one poor wounded babe, and it seemed at present worse than death that it was in such a pitiful condition, bespeaking compassion, and I had no refreshing for it, nor suitable things to revive it.

a lively resemblance of hell.