disgraced my master with begging, and if I did so any
more, they would knock me in the head. I told them, they had as good
knock me in head as starve me to death.

THE NINETEENTH REMOVE

They 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 squaw told me, to encourage me, that if I wanted
victuals, I should come to her, and that I sh