Mrs. Rowlandfon. 71 toward the bay-towns. 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 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. It was in my thoughts when I put it to 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 ; 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
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