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The Nineteenth Remove
said, when we went out, that we must travel to Wachusett this day. But a bitter
weary day I had of it, traveling now three days together, without resting any day between.
At last, after many weary steps, I saw Wachusett hills, but many miles off. Then
we came to a great swamp, through which we traveled, up to the knees in mud and water, which was heavy going to one tired
before. Being almost spent, I thought I should have sunk down at last, and never
got out; but I may say, as in Psalm 94.18, “When my foot slipped, thy mercy, O Lord, held me up.” Going along,
having indeed my life, but little spirit, Philip, who was in the company, came up and took me by the hand, and said, two weeks
more and you shall be mistress again. I asked him, if he spake true? He answered, “Yes, and quickly you shall come to your master again; who had been gone from us three
weeks.” After many weary steps we came to Wachusett, where he was: and glad I was to see him. He asked me,
when I washed me? I told him not this month.
Then he fetched me some water himself, and bid me wash, and gave me the glass to see how I looked; and bid his squaw
give me something to eat. So she gave me a mess of beans and meat, and a little
ground nut cake. I was wonderfully revived with this favor showed me: “He made them also to be pitied of all those that carried them captives” (Psalm 106.46).My master had three squaws, living sometimes with one, and sometimes
with another one, this old squaw, at whose wigwam I was, and with whom my master had been those three weeks. Another was Wattimore [Weetamoo] with whom I had lived and served all this while. A severe and proud dame she was, bestowing every day in dressing herself neat as much time as any of the
gentry of the land: powdering her hair, and painting her face, going with necklaces,
with jewels in her ears, and bracelets upon her hands. When she had dressed herself,
her work was to make girdles of wampum and beads. The third squaw was a younger
one, by whom he had two papooses. By the time I was refreshed by the old squaw,
with whom my master was, Weetamoo’s maid came to call me home, at which I fell aweeping.
Then the old