An essay for the recording of illustrious providences

Likewise several of those that were taken Captive by the Indians are able to relate affecting Stories concerning the gracious Providence of God, in carrying them through many Dangers and Deaths, and at last setting their feet in a large place again. A Worthy Person hath sent me the Account which one lately belonging to Deerfield, (his name is Quintin Stockwell,) hath drawn up respecting his own Captivity and Redemption, with the more notable Occurrences of Divine Providence attending him in his distress, which I shall therefore here insert in the Words by himself expressed: He Relateth as follows;

Likewise several of those that were taken Captive by the Indians are able to relate affecting Stories concerning the gracious Providence of God, in carrying them through many Dangers and Deaths, and at last setting their feet in a large place again. A Worthy Person hath sent me the Account which one lately belonging to Deerfield, (his name is Quintin Stockwell,) hath drawn up respecting his own Captivity and Redemption, with the more notable Occurrences of Divine Providence attending him in his distress, which I shall therefore here insert in the Words by himself expressed: He Relateth asfollowes;

In the year 1677. September 19. between Sun-set and dark, the Indians came upon us; I and another Man, being together, we ran away at the out-cry the Indians made, shouting and shooting at some other of the English that were hard by. We took a Swamp that was at hand for our refuge, the Enemy espying us so near them, ran after us, and shot many Guns at us, three Guns were ⟨p. 40⟩discharged upon me, the Enemy being within three Rod of me, besides many other, before that. Being in this Swamp that was miry, I slumped in, and fell down, whereupon one of the Enemy stepped to me, with his Hatchet lift up to knock me on the head, supposing that I had been wounded, and so unfit for any other travel. I (as it happened) had a Pistol by me, which though uncharged, I presented to the Indian, who presently stepped back; and told me, if I would yield, I should have no hurt, he said (which was not true) that they had destroyed all Hatfield, and that the Woods were full of Indians, whereupon I yielded my self, and so fell into the Enemies hands, and by three of them was led away unto the place, whence first I began to make my flight, where two other Indians came running to us, and the one lifting up the Butt end of his Gun, to knock me on the head, the other with his hand put by the blow, and said, I was his Friend. I was now by my own House which the Indians burnt the last year, and I was about to build up again, and there I had some hopes to escape from them; there was an Horse just by, which they bid me take, I did so, but made no attempt to escape thereby, because the Enemy was near, and the