Identifier: narrativesofindi14linc (find matches)
Title: Narratives of the Indian wars, 1675-1699
Year: 1913 (1910s)
Authors: Lincoln, Charles Henry, 1869-1938 Easton, John, 1617-1705 N. S Hutchinson, Richard Rowlandson, Mary White, ca. 1635-ca. 1678 Mather, Cotton, 1663-1728
Subjects: King Philip's War, 1675-1676
Publisher: New York, C. Scribner's sons
Contributing Library: Harold B. Lee Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University

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Wheeler died later. One-eyed John was known also as Monoco and Apequinsah. ** Marl-boroughs Praying Indians means the settlement of Christianized Indians atMarlborough, Massachusetts. On August 30, 1675, Captain Samuel Mosely,being instigated thereunto by some people of those parts, no lovers of theChristian Indians, sent down to Boston with a guard of soldiers, pinioned andfastened with lines from neck to neck, fifteen of those Indians that lived withothers of them upon their own lands, and in their own fort at Okonhomesittnear Marlborough, where they were orderly settled and were under the Englishconduct. In Gookins Historical Account of the Doings and Sufferings of theChristian Indians of New England, from which the above is quoted, the questionof the guilt of the Marlborough Indians is discussed at length by that constantfriend of the converts. Transactions of the American Antiquarian Society, II.454-461. * The second remove was to Princeton, Massachusetts, near Mount Wachu-sett.
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> O P^ om o a; o -O (73 c^ Q ^tn Iz; (1 tf M g U3O ;z; Ph O tn (h Plh o 1676) THE CAPTIVITY OF MARY ROWLANDSON 123 ness, I knew not whither. It is not my tongue, or pen canexpress the sorrows of my heart, and bitterness of my spirit,that I had at this departure: but God was with me, in a won-derful! manner, carrying me along, and bearing up my spirit,that it did not quite fail. One of the Indians carried my poorwounded Babe upon a horse, it went moaning all along, I shalldy, I shall dy. I went on foot after it, with sorrow that cannotbe exprest. At length I took it off the horse, and carried it inmy armes till my strength failed, and I fell down with it:Then they set me upon a horse with my wounded Child inmy lap, and there being no furniture upon the horse back, aswe were going down a steep hill, we both fell over the horseshead, at which they like inhumane creatures laught, and re-joyced to see it, though I thought we should ther

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