Becoming America - An Exploration of American Literature from Precolonial to Post-Revolution, 2018a

BECOMING AMERICA
SEVENTEENTH CENTURY ENGLISH COLONIAL LITERATURE
them. On the morrow they buried the papoose, and afterward, both morning and
evening, there came a company to mourn and howl with her; though I confess
I could not much condole with them. Many sorrowful days I had in this place,
often getting alone. “Like a crane, or a swallow, so did I chatter; I did mourn as
a dove, mine eyes ail with looking upward. Oh, Lord, I am oppressed; undertake
for me” (Isaiah 38.14). I could tell the Lord, as Hezekiah, “Remember now O
Lord, I beseech thee, how I have walked before thee in truth.” Now had I time to
examine all my ways: my conscience did not accuse me of unrighteousness toward
one or other; yet I saw how in my walk with God, I had been a careless creature.
As David said, “Against thee, thee only have I sinned”: and I might say with the
poor publican, “God be merciful unto me a sinner.” On the Sabbath days, I could
look upon the sun and think how people were going to the house of God, to have
their souls refreshed; and then home, and their bodies also; but I was destitute
of both; and might say as the poor prodigal, “He would fain have lled his belly
with the husks that the swine did eat, and no man gave unto him” (Luke 15.16).
For I must say with him, “Father, I have sinned against Heaven and in thy sight.”
I remembered how on the night before and after the Sabbath, when my family was
about me, and relations and neighbors with us, we could pray and sing, and then
refresh our bodies with the good creatures of God; and then have a comfortable
bed to lie down on; but instead of all this, I had only a little swill for the body
and then, like a swine, must lie down on the ground. I cannot express to man the
sorrow that lay upon my spirit; the Lord knows it. Yet that comfortable Scripture
would often come to mind, “For a small moment have I forsaken thee, but with
great mercies will I gather thee.”
The Eighteenth Remove
We took up our packs and along we went, but a wearisome day I had of it.
As we went along I saw an Englishman stripped naked, and lying dead upon the
ground, but knew not who it was. Then we came to another Indian town, where we
stayed all night. In this town there were four English children, captives; and one
of them my own sister’s. I went to see how she did, and she was well, considering
her captive condition. I would have tarried that night with her, but they that owned
her would not suer it. Then I went into another wigwam, where they were boiling
corn and beans, which was a lovely sight to see, but I could not get a taste thereof.
Then I went to another wigwam, where there were two of the English children; the
squaw was boiling horses feet; then she cut me o a little piece, and gave one of
the English children a piece also. Being very hungry I had quickly eat up mine, but
the child could not bite it, it was so tough and sinewy, but lay sucking, gnawing,
chewing and slabbering of it in the mouth and hand. Then I took it of the child, and
eat it myself, and savory it was to my taste. Then I may say as Job 6.7, “The things
that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat.” Thus the Lord made that
pleasant refreshing, which another time would have been an abomination. Then I
went home to my mistress’s wigwam; and they told me I disgraced my master with
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