hrough the wound) fallen into a violent fever. My own
wound also growing so stiff that I could scarce sit down or rise up; yet so
it must bethat I must sit all this cold winter night upon the cold snowy
groundwith my sick child in my armslooking that every hour would be
the last of its life; and having no Christian friend near meeither to
comfort or help me. OhI may see the wonderful power of Godthat my
Spirit did not utterly sink under my affliction: still the Lord upheld me
with His gracious and merciful spiritand we were both alive to see the
light of the next morning.
Narrative of the Captivity and Restoration of Mrs. Mary Rowlandson
8
The Third Remove
The morning being comethey prepared to go on their way. One of the
Indians got up upon a horseand they set me up behind himwith my poor
sick babe in my lap. A very wearisome and tedious day I had of it; what
with my own woundand my child's being so exceeding sickand in a
lamentable condition with her wound. It may be easily judged what a poor
feeble condition we were inthere being not the least crumb of refreshing
that came within either of our mouths from Wednesday night to Saturday
nightexcept only a little cold water. This day in the afternoonabout an
hour
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