while, as the Lord helped us, and then I re∣turned again. When I was returned, I found my self as unsatisfied as I was before. I went up and down mourning and lamenting: and my spirit was ready to sink, with the thoughts of my poor Child∣ren: my Son was ill, and I could not but think of his mournfull looks, and no Christian-Friend was near him, to do any office of love for him, either for Soul or Body. And my poor Girl, I knew not where she was, nor whither she was sick, or well, or alive, or dead. J repaired under these thoughts to my Bible (my great comfort in that time) and that Scripture came to my hand, Cast thy burden u∣pon the Lord, and He shall sustain thee, Psal. 55.22.
But I was fain to go and look after something to fatisfie my hunger, and going among the Wigwams, J went into one, and there found a Squaw who, shewed her self very kind to me, and gave me a piece of Bear. J put it into my pocket, and came home, but could not find an opportunity to broil it, for fear they would get it from me, and there it lay all that day and night in my stinking pocket. In the morning J went to the same Squaw, who had a Kettle of Ground nuts boyling; J asked her to let me boyle my piece of Bear in her Kettle, which she did, and gave me some Ground-nuts to eat with it: and J cannot but think how pleasant it was to me. J have sometime seen Bear bake very handsomly among the English, and some liked it, but the thoughts that it was Bear, made me