February 14 1676 In the Year of Our Lord.

I am somewhat cheered. I have come upon one Robert Pepper, who also was taken captive by the Indians and has spent considerable time with them. He has learned much since being with them and has some advice to offer, that might make things a bit easier for me. For the wound in my side, he recommended oaken leaves to lay upon them. With the blessing of God, it cured me, as it had Robert. It could not have come at a better time; I began to smell the wound in my side as it was infected and was beginning to grow worse. I had hoped to apply this remedy to my little Sarah and thus cure her, but it seems not to work. She moans night and day and those Indians around me warn me to keep her queit, else my chief should bash it in the head. God is gracious however, and I have not had to give up my child to beatings.

God, help me. Even meeting with Robert has not given me a sustaining hope. I need your comfort. Thank You for not leaving my side.