February 28, 1676 In the Year of Our Lord

After being settled in one place for the past fifteen days, I must say that I had gotten a bit comfortable with the settings of the present. However, we must move on. I had to part with Mary and this was no little task. She again fell to weeping and could not tear herself from me. This tore my heart in two; I had no assurance of seeing her again. I had to place her in the hands of God, and trust that He is in control.

I am reminded again of the barbarity of these people. I came upon a woman who had a horrible end. She had been in horrible condition and was always despairing and lamenting her situation. She pleaded with her captives to let her return home but they did not concede to this. They gathered a large group of Indians about her and they stripped her naked. Setting her in the middle of them, they danced about her and hit her as they did so. After this, they gave her child to her and placed them both into a blazing fire. They burned alive and the mother's cries could just barely be heard over the heathens' hooping and shrieking.

They cannot be human; to not care for a life like that and to take so much pleasure in their torture is not humanly possible. I wish that I could tell them of all the judgement that is going to fall on their heads. I wish they could understand what I know of God. If only they could get these Indians to see the way we live life and how their barbaric activity is so far removed in husbandry. If only...