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A Narrative of the Captivity and Restoration of Mrs. Mary Rowlandson is a personal account written by Mary Rowlandson in 1682 of her experience as a captive of the Native Americans during King Philip's War. The narrative, which was published in 1682 and became a best-seller in colonial America, tells the story of Rowlandson's capture by the Native Americans and her subsequent journey to regain her freedom.
In February 1675, Rowlandson and her family were living in the Massachusetts Bay Colony when their town of Lancaster was attacked by a group of Native Americans. Rowlandson and her three children were taken captive, while her husband and other family members managed to escape. The Native Americans, who were part of the Wampanoag tribe, took Rowlandson and her children on a journey through the wilderness, traveling from place to place and frequently facing hunger, cold, and other hardships.
Throughout the narrative, Rowlandson reflects on her experiences as a captive and her attempts to come to terms with her new situation. She writes about the kindness and generosity of some of the Native Americans, as well as the harsh treatment she received at the hands of others. She also reflects on her faith and her reliance on God for strength and guidance during her captivity.
After several months of captivity, Rowlandson was finally able to negotiate her release with the help of her husband and other members of the community. She returned home to Lancaster, where she was welcomed with great joy by her family and the community.
Rowlandson's narrative is an important historical document that provides a unique perspective on the experience of captivity and the relationship between the Native Americans and the colonists in colonial America. It also serves as a testament to the resilience and strength of the human spirit in the face of great adversity.
A Narrative of the Captivity and Restoration of Mrs. Mary Rowlandson (1682)
That we may be delivered from unreasonable and wicked men. My son being now about a mile from me, I asked liberty to go and see him, they bid me go, and away I went; but quickly lost myself, travelling over hills and through swamps, and could not find the way to him. I have been in the midst of those roaring lions, and savage bears, that feared neither God, nor man, nor the devil, by night and day, alone and in company; sleeping all sorts together, and yet not one of them ever offered the least abuse of unchastity to me, in word or action. But she being nearer Rehoboth than Rhode Island, Mr. They gave me my load, and I went on cheerfully with the thoughts of going homeward having my burthen more upon my back than my spirit.
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They would pick up old bones, and cut them in pieces at the joints, and if they were full of worms and maggots, they would scald them over the fire, to make the vermin come out, and then boil them, and drink up the liquor, and then beat the great ends of them in a mortar, and so eat them. It was but the other day, that if I had had the world, I would have given it for my freedom, or to have been a servant to a Christian. I was so weak and feeble, that I reeled as I went along, and thought there I must end my days at last, after my bearing and getting through so many difficulties. I offered the money to my mistress, but she bid me keep it, and with it I bought a piece of horse-flesh. Strangely did the Lord provide for them, that I did not see all the time I was among them one man, woman or child die with hunger. I could hardly bear to think of the many weary steps I had taken to this place.
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For her satisfaction I went along with her, and brought her to him; but before I got home again, it was noised about, that I was running away, and getting the English youth along with me. 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 fail with looking upward. As we went along, I saw an Englishman stripped naked, and lying dead upon the ground, but knew not who he was. But now our perverse and evil carriages in the sight of the Lord, have so offended him, that instead of turning his hand against them, the Lord feeds and nourishes them up to be a scourge to the whole land. . As one ages, one becomes aware of the dichotomy between fact and fiction.
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Price's, Love and Hate in Jamestown. It is not my tongue or pen can express the sorrows of my heart, and bitterness of my spirit, that I had at this departure: But God was with me in a wonderful manner, carrying me along and bearing up my spirit, that it did not quite fail. When my foot slipped, thy mercy, O Lord, held me up. Also bear, venison, beavers, tortoise, frogs, squirrels, dogs, skunks, rattle-snakes. Clearly an amateur recording and difficult to follow at times as Matthew speeds too quickly through the words in places pauses are good , but overall a strangely captivating reading style for the subject. At this place we continued about four days.
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No sooner were we out of the house but my brother-in-law being before wounded in defending the house, in or near the throat fell down dead, whereat the Indians scornfully shouted and hallooed, and were presently upon him, stripping off his cloaths. Merrell, and Jill Lepore, serves to convolute our comprehension of the dynamic world that was made as European pioneers came into contact with the local people groups of North America. O the wonderful power of God that I have seen, and the experiences that I have had. There remained nothing to me but one poor wounded babe, and it seemed at present worse than death, that it was in such a pitiful condition, bespeaking compassion, and I had no refreshing for it, nor suitable things to revive it. Thomas Shepard of Charlestown received us into his house, where we continued eleven weeks; and a father and mother they were unto us.
O the wonderful power of God that mine eyes have seen, affording matter enough for my thoughts to run in, that when others are sleeping mine eyes are weeping. For I must say with him, Father I have sinned against heaven and in thy sight. And here I cannot but remember how many times sitting in their wigwams, and musing on things past, I should suddenly leap up and run out, as if I had been at home, forgetting where I was, and what my condition was, but when I was without, and saw nothing but wilderness and woods, and a company of barbarous Heathen, my mind quickly returned to me, which made me think of that spoken concerning Samson, who said I will go out and shake myself as at other times, but he wist not that the Lord was departed from him. A certain number of us got over the river that night, but it was the night after the Sabbath before all the company was got over. He hath shewed thee, man, what is good, and what doth the Lord require of thee, but to do justly, and love mercy, and walk humbly with thy God? The Lord hath been exceeding good to us in our low estate, in that when we had neither house nor home, nor other necessaries, the Lord so moved the hearts of these and those towards us, that we wanted neither food nor raiment for ourselves or ours, Prov. Being almost spent, I thought I should have sunk down at last, and never got out; but I may say as in Psalm 94. If you have an opinion on the reading, I encourage you to review my work.
Many times I should be ready to run out against the heathen, but that scripture would quiet me again, Amos, 3. Here was a Squaw who gave me a spoonful of meal, I put it in my pocket to keep it safe, yet notwithstanding somebody stole it, but put five Indian corns in the room of it; which corns were the greatest provision I had in my travel for one day. Look here mother says he did you read this? One bitter cold day, I could find no room to sit down before the fire: I went out, and could not tell what to do, but I went into another wigwam, where they were also sitting round the fire; but the Squaw laid a skin for me, and bid me sit down, and gave me some ground-nuts, and bid me come again; and told me they would buy me if they were able; and yet these were strangers to me that I never knew before. Then I went to see King Philip; he bid me come in, and sit down; and asked me whether I would smoke it? One hour I have been in health and wealth, wanting nothing, but the next hour in sickness, and wounds, and death, having nothing but sorrow and affliction. I sat much alone with my poor wounded child in my lap, which moaned night and day, having nothing to revive the body, or cheer the spirits of her; but instead of that one Indian would come and tell me one hour, your master will knock your child on the head, and then a second and then a third, your master will quickly knock your child on the head.
My strength seemed to come again, and to recruit my feeble knees, and aching heart; yet it pleased them to go but one mile that night, and there we stayed two days. If trouble from smaller matter begin to rise in me, I have something at hand to check myself with, and say, Why am I troubled? When thou passest through the waters I will be with thee, and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee. Then my heart began to fail and I fell a weeping; which was the first time to my remembrance that I wept before them; although I had met with so much affliction, and my heart was many times ready to break, yet could I not shed one tear in their sight, but rather had been all this while in a maze, and like one astonished; but now I may say as Psal. I asked them whether they were earnest with God for deliverance. When I came I asked them what they had done with it? This distressed condition held that day, and half the next; and then the Lord remembered me, whose mercies are great.
She gave it me, and I put it into my pocket: There it lay, till it was so mouldy for want of good baking that one could not tell what it was made of; it fell all into crumbs, and grew so dry and hard, that it was like little flints; and this refreshed me many times, when I was ready to faint. First of all, William Bradford provides an in-depth look into the first moment when the Puritans arrived in the Americas. Myself got two ears of Indian corn, and whilst I did but turn my back, one of them was stole from me, which much troubled me. ON the morrow morning we must go over Connecticut River to meet with King Philip; two canoes full they had carried over, the next turn myself was to go; but as my foot was upon the canoe to step in, there was a sudden outcry among them, and I must step back; and instead of going over the river, I must go four or five miles up the river farther northward. I was at this time knitting a pair of white cotton stockings for my mistress, and I had not yet wrought upon the Sabbath day. Still the Lord went along with us, and provided graciously for us. The cause of this rout was, as I thought, their espying some English scouts, who were thereabouts.
Her brother-in-law and her sister die in the attack. One of the Indians that came from Medfield fight, and had brought some plunder, came to me, and asked me if I would have a Bible, he had got in his basket? The Indians stood laughing to see me staggering along, but in my distress, the Lord gave me experience of the truth and goodness of that promise, Isa. I cannot declare the trouble that I was in about it; back again I must go. Thus nine days I sat upon my knees, with my babe in my lap, till my flesh was raw again. But to return to my own journey: We travelled about half a day or a little more and came to a desolate place in the wilderness where there were no wigwams or inhabitants before; we came about the middle of the afternoon to this place; cold, wet and snowy, and hungry, and weary, and no refreshing for man, but the cold ground to sit on, and our poor Indian cheer. Then came Tom and Peter with the second letter from the council, about the captives.
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