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 suffer 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 off 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 begging, and if I did so any more, they would knock me in the head. I told them, they had as good knock me in head as starve me to death.
We picked up our packs and went on, but it was an exhausting day for me. Along the way, I saw an Englishman stripped naked and lying dead on the ground. But I did not know who he was. Then we came to another Indian town, where we stayed all night. Four English children were held captive there, and one was my own sister’s child. I went to see how she was doing. She was well, considering that she was a captive. I would have stayed with her that night, but the people who owned her would not allow it. Then I went into another wigwam, where people were boiling corn and beans. The food was a lovely sight, but I could not get even a taste. Then I went to another wigwam, where two of the English children were staying. The Indian woman there was boiling horses’ feet. She cut off a little piece for me and gave one of the English children a piece too. I was very hungry and quickly ate mine. But the child could not bite through the meat because it was so tough and sinewy. Instead, the child kept sucking, gnawing, chewing, and drooling over the piece, holding it in hand and mouth. Then I took the piece from the child and ate it myself. It tasted delicious to me. Then I could say, as in Job 6:7, "The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat." In this way, the Lord made food pleasant and refreshing that I would have found disgusting at another time. Then I went back to my mistress’s wigwam. They told me I disgraced my master by begging. If I begged again, they would hit me in the head. I told them they might as well hit me in the head as starve me to death.