I have eaten what I never dreamed of. In the first week of my being among these Indians, I hardly ate any food. By the second week however, I was growing faint for want of food and needed nourishment. I was offered their food but could not stomach it; they eat filthy trash for food. However, by the third week, my attitude changed. I cared not what it was, as long as it had nourishment to revive me. I am now eating things that formerly repulsed me. I remember thinking I would starve and die before eating their food, yet now they are more than savory to me. I have, of late, begun to enjoy horse liver. Quite a difference from what I am used to eating.
Several Sabbaths have come and gone, and I am lamenting the fact that we are constantly moving further and further from my home. Many nights we travel and when we rest, I cannot sleep. I am constantly restless and hungry. Today was one of the worst in quite a while. We climbed up many hills and along the banks of a swamp. I thought my legs would give out and break, but God sustained me and gave an extra measure of His strength.
How much longer will this continue?
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