After a restless and hungry night there, we had a wearisome time of it the next day. The swamp by which we lay was, as it were, a deep dungeon, and an exceeding high and steep hill before it. Before I got to the top of the hill, I thought my heart and legs, and all would have broken, and failed me. What, through faintness and soreness of body, it was a grievous day of travel to me. As we went along, I saw a place where English cattle had been. That was comfort to me, such as it was. Quickly after that we came to an English path, which so took with me, that I thought I could have freely lyen down and died. That day, a little after noon, we came to Squakeag, where the Indians quickly spread themselves over the deserted English fields, gleaning what they could find. Some picked up ears of wheat that were crickled down; some found ears of Indian corn; some found ground nuts, and others sheaves of wheat that were frozen together in the shock, and went to threshing of them out. Myself got two ears of Indian corn, and whilst I did but turn my back, one of them was stolen from me, which much troubled me. There came an Indian to them at that time with a basket of horse liver. I asked him to give me a piece. "What," says he, "can you eat horse liver?" I told him, I would try, if he would give a piece, which he did, and I laid it on the coals to roast. But before it was half ready they got half of it away from me, so that I was fain to take the rest and eat it as it was, with the blood about my mouth, and yet a savory bit it was to me: "For to the hungry soul every bitter thing is sweet." A solemn sight methought it was, to see fields of wheat and Indian corn forsaken and spoiled and the remainders of them to be food for our merciless enemies. That night we had a mess of wheat for our supper.
After a restless, hungry night there, we had an exhausting day. The swamp where we had slept was like a deep dungeon, with a very high, steep hill before it. Before I reached the top, I thought my heart, my legs, and my whole body would break and fail me. My weakness and aching body made the day’s journey miserable. As we went along, I saw a place where English cattle had been. That gave me some comfort, such as it was. Soon afterward, we came to an English path. The sight moved me so deeply that I felt I could willingly lie down and die. A little after noon that day, we came to Squakeag. The Indians quickly spread out across the deserted English fields, gathering whatever they could find. Some picked up fallen heads of wheat. Some found ears of Indian corn, and some found groundnuts. Others found sheaves of wheat frozen together in bundles and began threshing out the grain. I found two ears of Indian corn. But while my back was turned, someone stole one, which upset me greatly. An Indian came to the others then with a basket of horse liver. I asked him to give me a piece. "What," he said, "can you eat horse liver?" I told him I would try if he gave me a piece. He did, and I put the liver on the coals to roast. But before the liver was half cooked, they took half of it from me. So I had to take the rest and eat it as it was, with blood around my mouth. Yet it tasted delicious to me: "For to the hungry soul every bitter thing is sweet." It seemed a grim sight to me: fields of wheat and Indian corn abandoned and ruined. What remained was food for our merciless enemies. That night, we had a dish of wheat for supper.