Captives among the Indians : $b first-hand narratives of Indian wars, customs, tortures, and habits of life in colonial timesRowlandson, Mary White
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Captives among the Indians : $b first-hand narratives of Indian wars, customs, tortures, and habits of life in colonial times
Rowlandson, Mary White
Indian captivities -- Northeastern States
THE NINETEENTH REMOVE.--They said when we went out that we must travel
to Wachusett this day. But a bitter weary day I had of it, travelling
now three days together, without resting any day between. Going along,
having indeed my life, but little spirit, Philip, who was in the
company, came up, and took me by the hand, and said, "Two weeks more
and you shall be mistress again." I asked him if he spoke true. He
said, "Yes, and quickly you shall come to your master again;" who had
been gone from us three weeks.
My master had three squaws, living sometimes with one and sometimes
with another: Onux, this old squaw at whose wigwam I was, and with whom
my master had been these three weeks. Another was Wettimore, with whom
I had lived and served all this while. A severe and proud dame she was,
bestowing every day in dressing herself near as much time as any of the
gentry of the land; powdering her hair and painting her face, going
with her necklaces, with jewels in her ears, and bracelets upon her
hands. When she had dressed herself, her work was to make girdles of
wampum and beads. The third squaw was a younger one, by whom he had two
papooses.
By that time I was refreshed by the old squaw, Wettimore's maid came to
call me home, at which I fell a-weeping. Then the old squaw told me, to
encourage me, that when I wanted victuals I should come to her, and
that I should lie in her wigwam. Then I went with the maid, and quickly
I came back and lodged there. The squaw laid a mat under me, and a good
rug over me; the first time that I had any such kindness showed me. I
understood that Wettimore thought that if she should let me go and
serve with the old squaw she should be in danger to lose not only my
service, but the redemption-pay also. And I was not a little glad to
hear this; being by it raised in my hopes that in God's due time there
would be an end of this sorrowful hour. Then came an Indian and asked
me to knit him three pair of stockings, for which I had a hat and a
silk handkerchief. Then another asked me to make her a shift, for which
she gave me an apron.
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