Mrs. Rowlandfon. ,g 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 was sweet. A solemn sight methought it was, to see whole fields of wheat and Indian corn forsaken and spoiled, and the remainder of them to be food for our merciless enemies. That night we had a mess of wheat for our supper. ®o® The eighth Remove. 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 out- cry among them, and I must step back ; and instead of going over the river, I must go four or five miles up the river
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