1. How did the Indians try to drive the settlers out of the house after they had been shooting at it for so long? 2. Even though twenty-four settlers made it out alive into captivity, who was killed on the way out of the house? 3. How long had they been wandering through the wilderness before Mary's daughter died? Why did she die?
1. How did the Indians try to drive the settlers out of the house after they had been shooting at it for so long? 2. Even though twenty-four settlers made it out alive into captivity, who was killed on the way out of the house? 3. How long had they been wandering through the wilderness before Mary's daughter died? Why did she die?
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1. How did the Indians try to drive the settlers out of the house after they had been shooting at it for so long?
2. Even though twenty-four settlers made it out alive into captivity, who was killed on the way out of the
house?
3. How long had they been wandering through the wilderness before Mary's daughter died? Why did she die?
4. How did Mary feel about Indian food at the beginning of her captivity?
5. For what did Mary's mistress say she would break Mary's face?
6. What did Mary find to do to occupy her time?
7. How was she rewarded for her occupation?
8. How do you think Mary gained strength to endure her captivity?
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![Excerpts from A True History of the Captivity and Restoration
as."
and the
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Yitan
nce River
partici
AMERICAN REPUBLIC
CHAPTER 3 ACTIVITY 3
dians
nto th
Life Among the Indians
Dary Rowlandson was a minister's wife living in Lancaster. Massachusetts, during King
Fhilp's War in 1676, While her busband was away from home, her town was attacked by
ndians, and she and her children were taken cantive, Mrs. Rowlandson was held captive for
over eleven weeks, During that time one of her children died, and the others were taken
"om her. Read the following excerpts and answer the questions at the end.
earn
of Mrs. Mary Rowlandson
ived
hem.
dians
rt of
On the tenth of February, 1675, came the Indians with great number upon
Lancaster. Their first coming was about Sun-rising, Hearing the noise of some guns,
we looked out; several Houses were burning, and the smoke ascending to Heaven.
:.. At length they came and beset our own House, and quickly it was the doleful-
lest day that ever mine eyes saw, The House stood upon the edge of a Hill; some of
the Indians got behind the Hill, others into the Barn, and others behind any thing
that would shelter them; from all which Places they shot against the House, so that
the Bullets seemed to fly like Hail; and quickly they wounded one Man among us,
then another, and then a third. About two Hours... they had been about the House
before they could prevail to fire it.... Some in our House were fighting for their
Lives, others wallowing in their Blood; the House on fire over our Heads, and the
bloody Heathen ready to knock us on the Head if we stirred out. ... Then I took my
Children... to go forth and leave the House; but as soon as we came to the Door
and appeared, the Indians shot so thick that the Bullets rattled against the House....
But out we must go, the Fire increasing and coming along behind us roaring, and
the Indians gaping before us with their Guns, Spears, and Hatchets to devour us. No
sooner were we out of the House but my Brother-in-Law... fell down dead, whereat
the Indians scornfully shouted and hallowed, and were presently upon him, stripping
off his Clothes. The Bullets flying thick, one went thorow my side, and the same...
thorow the Bowels and Hand of my dear Child in my Arms.... Yet the Lord, by his
Almighty power, preserved a number of us from death, for there were twenty-four of
us taken alive; and carried Captive....
But now...I must turn my back upon the Town, and travel with them into the
vast and desolate Wilderness, I know not whither. It is not my tongue or pen can ex-
press the sorrows of my heart and bitterness of my spirit that I had at this departure:
but God was with me in a wonderful manner... . One of the Indians carried my poor
wounded Babe upon a horse: it went moaning all along, I shall die, I shall die! I went
on foot after it, with sorrow that cannot be exprest.... My sweet Babe, like a Lamb,
departed this life, on Feb. 18, 1675 [1676] it being about six years and five months
old. It was nine dayes (from the first wounding) in this miserable condition, without
any refreshing of one nature or other, except a little cold water. I cannot but take no-
tice how, at another
was; but now the case is changed; I must and could lye down by my dead Babe, side
by side, all the night after.. . .
ew c
ng a
for t
d la
som,
O th
agh
ans
I could not bear to be in the room where any dead person
found my stomach grow very faint for want of something; and yet 'twas very hard to
get down their filthy trash; but the third week (though I could think how formerly
my stomach would turn against this or that, and I could starve and die before I could
eat such things, yet) they were pleasant and savory to my taste. I was at this time
knitting a pair of white Cotton Stockings for my Mistress; and I had not yet wrought
The first week of my being among them I hardly ate any thing; the second week I
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Transcribed Image Text:Excerpts from A True History of the Captivity and Restoration
as."
and the
onqui
Yitan
nce River
partici
AMERICAN REPUBLIC
CHAPTER 3 ACTIVITY 3
dians
nto th
Life Among the Indians
Dary Rowlandson was a minister's wife living in Lancaster. Massachusetts, during King
Fhilp's War in 1676, While her busband was away from home, her town was attacked by
ndians, and she and her children were taken cantive, Mrs. Rowlandson was held captive for
over eleven weeks, During that time one of her children died, and the others were taken
"om her. Read the following excerpts and answer the questions at the end.
earn
of Mrs. Mary Rowlandson
ived
hem.
dians
rt of
On the tenth of February, 1675, came the Indians with great number upon
Lancaster. Their first coming was about Sun-rising, Hearing the noise of some guns,
we looked out; several Houses were burning, and the smoke ascending to Heaven.
:.. At length they came and beset our own House, and quickly it was the doleful-
lest day that ever mine eyes saw, The House stood upon the edge of a Hill; some of
the Indians got behind the Hill, others into the Barn, and others behind any thing
that would shelter them; from all which Places they shot against the House, so that
the Bullets seemed to fly like Hail; and quickly they wounded one Man among us,
then another, and then a third. About two Hours... they had been about the House
before they could prevail to fire it.... Some in our House were fighting for their
Lives, others wallowing in their Blood; the House on fire over our Heads, and the
bloody Heathen ready to knock us on the Head if we stirred out. ... Then I took my
Children... to go forth and leave the House; but as soon as we came to the Door
and appeared, the Indians shot so thick that the Bullets rattled against the House....
But out we must go, the Fire increasing and coming along behind us roaring, and
the Indians gaping before us with their Guns, Spears, and Hatchets to devour us. No
sooner were we out of the House but my Brother-in-Law... fell down dead, whereat
the Indians scornfully shouted and hallowed, and were presently upon him, stripping
off his Clothes. The Bullets flying thick, one went thorow my side, and the same...
thorow the Bowels and Hand of my dear Child in my Arms.... Yet the Lord, by his
Almighty power, preserved a number of us from death, for there were twenty-four of
us taken alive; and carried Captive....
But now...I must turn my back upon the Town, and travel with them into the
vast and desolate Wilderness, I know not whither. It is not my tongue or pen can ex-
press the sorrows of my heart and bitterness of my spirit that I had at this departure:
but God was with me in a wonderful manner... . One of the Indians carried my poor
wounded Babe upon a horse: it went moaning all along, I shall die, I shall die! I went
on foot after it, with sorrow that cannot be exprest.... My sweet Babe, like a Lamb,
departed this life, on Feb. 18, 1675 [1676] it being about six years and five months
old. It was nine dayes (from the first wounding) in this miserable condition, without
any refreshing of one nature or other, except a little cold water. I cannot but take no-
tice how, at another
was; but now the case is changed; I must and could lye down by my dead Babe, side
by side, all the night after.. . .
ew c
ng a
for t
d la
som,
O th
agh
ans
I could not bear to be in the room where any dead person
found my stomach grow very faint for want of something; and yet 'twas very hard to
get down their filthy trash; but the third week (though I could think how formerly
my stomach would turn against this or that, and I could starve and die before I could
eat such things, yet) they were pleasant and savory to my taste. I was at this time
knitting a pair of white Cotton Stockings for my Mistress; and I had not yet wrought
The first week of my being among them I hardly ate any thing; the second week I
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