They then washed off the black paint, and after a few more speeches
and ceremonies, I was handed over to the hideous old hag, whose neck
was still decorated with the two ears of my companion. To say that I
would have preferred the torture would be saying too much, but that I
loathed the creature to excess was certain. However, I said nothing,
but allowed her to take me by the hand and lead me to her wigwam. As
soon as we were in she brought me some venison, which I ate greedily,
for I had had nothing for thirty-six hours. She then offered me the
leggings, as they call them, which the Indians wear, and the other
portions of the Indian dress, which probably belonged to her late
husband. I put them on, as I was glad to cover my nakedness, and, worn
out with walking and exertion, I first thanked God for my miraculous
preservation, and then lay down and fell into a deep sleep.
It was not until the next day that I awoke, and I then perceived the
old woman rubbing oil upon the deep cuts made in my wrists and
shoulders by the leather thongs. She again set meat before me, and I
ate heartily, but I looked upon her with abhorrence, and when she
attempted to fondle me, I turned away and spit with disgust, at which
she retired, grumbling. I now had leisure to reflect. I passed over
with a shudder the scenes that had passed, and again returned thanks
to God for my deliverance. I called to mind how often I had been
preserved and delivered. From my bondage in Africa, from my
imprisonment in the Tower, from my hopeless slavery in the mines, from
our wreck on the island, and now, after passing through such dangers,
from an almost certain cruel death by torture. Truly did I feel how
grateful I ought to be for that Providence which had so often
preserved me, and that my only reliance in future must be in its
gracious protection.
But here I was, married to a woman I detested, and living with
barbarians; and I said to myself, "That kind Heaven which has already
done so much for me will, in its own good time, also release me from
this thraldom. In the meanwhile let me not murmur, but be thankful."
My squaw, as they call their wives among the Indians, now came up to
me and offered to paint me, and I thought it advisable that she
should, as I felt that the sooner I conformed myself to their customs
the more chance I had of making my escape, which I was resolved to do
the first opportunity.
As soon as she had completed my toilet I walked out of the wigwam,
that I might look about me and be seen. The Indians, who were
sauntering about, met me with a friendly "Ugh," which appeared a
favourite monosyllable with them. At last I met with the interpreter,
and began to converse with him. I asked what nation I was now
belonging to, and he said the Massowomicks. I asked how large their
country was, and he told me much which I could not understand, except
that it appeared to me a very powerful nation.
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