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 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 mean while 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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