Now must we pack up and be gone from this thicket, bending our course toward the Baytowns; I having nothing to eat by the way this day, but a few crumbs of cake, that an Indian gave my girl the same day we were taken. She gave it me, and I put it in my pocket; there it lay, till it was so moldy (for want of good baking) that one could not tell what it was made of; it fell all to 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. It was in my thoughts when I put it into my mouth, that if ever I returned, I would tell the world what a blessing the Lord gave to such mean food. As we went along they killed a deer, with a young one in her, they gave me a piece of the fawn, and it was so young and tender, that one might eat the bones as well as the flesh, and yet I thought it very good. When night came on we sat down; it rained, but they quickly got up a bark wigwam, where I lay dry that night. I looked out in the morning, and many of them had lain in the rain all night, I saw by their reeking. Thus the Lord dealt mercifully with me many times, and I fared better than many of them. In the morning they took the blood of the deer, and put it into the paunch, and so boiled it. I could eat nothing of that, though they ate it sweetly. And yet they were so nice in other things, that when I had fetched water, and had put the dish I dipped the water with into the kettle of water which I brought, they would say they would knock me down; for they said, it was a sluttish trick.
Now we had to pack up and leave this thicket, heading toward the Baytowns. I had nothing to eat along the way that day but a few crumbs of cake. An Indian had given the cake to my girl on the day we were captured. She gave it to me, and I put it in my pocket. The cake stayed there until it was so moldy that no one could tell what it was made of. It had not been baked properly. It crumbled completely and became so dry and hard that the crumbs were like little flints. Yet those crumbs refreshed me many times when I was ready to faint. As I put them into my mouth, I thought that if I ever returned, I would tell the world. I would tell how the Lord had blessed such poor food. As we went along, they killed a deer carrying an unborn fawn. They gave me a piece of the fawn. It was so young and tender that one could eat the bones as well as the flesh. Even so, I thought it very good. When night came, we settled down. It rained, but they quickly put up a bark wigwam, where I stayed dry that night. In the morning, I looked out and saw that many of them had lain in the rain all night. I could tell from the steam rising from their bodies. In this way, the Lord showed me mercy many times, and I fared better than many of them. In the morning, they put the deer’s blood into its stomach and boiled it. I could not eat any of that, though they ate it with pleasure. Yet they were so particular about other things. After fetching water, I put the dish I had used for dipping into the kettle of water I had brought. They would threaten to knock me down for doing that, because they said it was a filthy habit.