Thursday, October 30, The Captivity Narrative as a Reflection of Reality The captivity narrative was a form of literature that was popular throughout New America, from the early seventeenth to late nineteenth centuries. These stories bear strong elements of European ethnocentrism, and helped to serve as a justification for the overall conquest of Native America. This exaggerated perspective however, allows the reader to catch a glimpse into the reality and truth of how the Natives treated their captives and what can be said about their ultimate humanity.
The Narrative of the Captivity and the Restoration of Mrs.
Mary Rowlandson The sovereignty and goodness of GOD, together with the faithfulness of his promises displayed, being a narrative of the captivity and restoration of Mrs. Mary Rowlandson, commended by her, to all that desires to know the Lord's doings to, and dealings with her. Especially to her dear children and relations.
The second Addition [sic] Corrected and amended.
Written by her own hand for her private use, and now made public at the earnest desire of some friends, and for the benefit of the afflicted. See now that I, even I am he, and there is no Reflection of mary rowlandsons captivity with me, I kill and I make alive, I wound and I heal, neither is there any can deliver out of my hand.
On the tenth of Februarycame the Indians with great numbers upon Lancaster: There were five persons taken in one house; the father, and the mother and a sucking child, they knocked on the head; the other two they took and carried away alive.
There were two others, who being out of their garrison upon some occasion were set upon; one was knocked on the head, the other escaped; another there was who running along was shot and wounded, and fell down; he begged of them his life, promising them money as they told me but they would not hearken to him but knocked him in head, and stripped him naked, and split open his bowels.
Another, seeing many of the Indians about his barn, ventured and went out, but was quickly shot down. There were three others belonging to the same garrison who were killed; the Indians getting up upon the roof of the barn, had advantage to shoot down upon them over their fortification.
Thus these murderous wretches went on, burning, and destroying before them. At length they came and beset our own house, and quickly it was the dolefulest 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 anything that could 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 according to my observation, in that amazing time they had been about the house before they prevailed to fire it which they did with flax and hemp, which they brought out of the barn, and there being no defense about the house, only two flankers at two opposite corners and one of them not finished ; they fired it once and one ventured out and quenched it, but they quickly fired it again, and that took.
Now is the dreadful hour come, that I have often heard of in time of war, as it was the case of othersbut now mine eyes see 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.
Now might we hear mothers and children crying out for themselves, and one another, "Lord, what shall we do? We had six stout dogs belonging to our garrison, but none of them would stir, though another time, if any Indian had come to the door, they were ready to fly upon him and tear him down.
The Lord hereby would make us the more acknowledge His hand, and to see that our help is always in Him. 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 being before wounded, in defending the house, in or near the throat 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 through my side, and the same as would seem through the bowels and hand of my dear child in my arms.
One of my elder sisters' children, named William, had then his leg broken, which the Indians perceiving, they knocked him on [his] head.
Thus were we butchered by those merciless heathen, standing amazed, with the blood running down to our heels. My eldest sister being yet in the house, and seeing those woeful sights, the infidels hauling mothers one way, and children another, and some wallowing in their blood: I hope she is reaping the fruit of her good labors, being faithful to the service of God in her place.
In her younger years she lay under much trouble upon spiritual accounts, till it pleased God to make that precious scripture take hold of her heart, "And he said unto me, my Grace is sufficient for thee" 2 Corinthians More than twenty years after, I have heard her tell how sweet and comfortable that place was to her.
Oh the doleful sight that now was to behold at this house! There were twelve killed, some shot, some stabbed with their spears, some knocked down with their hatchets. When we are in prosperity, Oh the little that we think of such dreadful sights, and to see our dear friends, and relations lie bleeding out their heart-blood upon the ground.
There was one who was chopped into the head with a hatchet, and stripped naked, and yet was crawling up and down. It is a solemn sight to see so many Christians lying in their blood, some here, and some there, like a company of sheep torn by wolves, all of them stripped naked by a company of hell-hounds, roaring, singing, ranting, and insulting, as if they would have torn our very hearts out; 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.
I had often before this said that if the Indians should come, I should choose rather to be killed by them than taken alive, but when it came to the trial my mind changed; their glittering weapons so daunted my spirit, that I chose rather to go along with those as I may say ravenous beasts, than that moment to end my days; and that I may the better declare what happened to me during that grievous captivity, I shall particularly speak of the several removes we had up and down the wilderness.
The First Remove Now away we must go with those barbarous creatures, with our bodies wounded and bleeding, and our hearts no less than our bodies. About a mile we went that night, up upon a hill within sight of the town, where they intended to lodge.
There was hard by a vacant house deserted by the English before, for fear of the Indians. I asked them whether I might not lodge in the house that night, to which they answered, "What, will you love English men still?
Oh the roaring, and singing and dancing, and yelling of those black creatures in the night, which made the place a lively resemblance of hell. And as miserable was the waste that was there made of horses, cattle, sheep, swine, calves, lambs, roasting pigs, and fowl which they had plundered in the townsome roasting, some lying and burning, and some boiling to feed our merciless enemies; who were joyful enough, though we were disconsolate.
To add to the dolefulness of the former day, and the dismalness of the present night, my thoughts ran upon my losses and sad bereaved condition.The Matron and the Minister: Duality of Voice in Mary Rowlandson's Captivity Narrative.
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Canavan. In reading the incredibly moving text of The Sovereignty and Goodness of God, a detailed narrative of Mary Rowlandson's eleven week captivity among Narragansett Indians, one cannot help but become aware of the presence of .
Mar 05, · “Lot’s Wife’s Temptation”: Mourning in Mary Rowlandson’s Captivity Narrative by Bethany Prenevost During Mary Rowlandson’s eleven month captivity as chronicled in her narrative, The Sovereignty and Goodness of God, she endured the loss of family members and her home, starvation, involuntary servitude, physical affliction, .
The Rowlandsons settled in Concord for some time before Rev. Rowlandson was called to serve a town in Connecticut. It was there in that Mrs. Rowlandson published a record of her experience. A Narrative of the Captivity and Restoration of Mrs. Mary Rowlandson quickly became a colonial bestseller.
Captivity narratives fared extremely well.
1. Title page of Mary White Rowlandson, A True History of the Captivity and Restoration of Mrs. Mary Rowlandson (London, ).
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Mary’s husband Joseph Rowlandson had assumed his wife and family had been killed, as any man would have thought arriving at his home and village that had been . Jun 21, · Narrative of the Captivity and Restoration of Mrs. Mary Rowlandson Mary Rowlandson’s captivity narrative describes her experience as a captive of the Native Americans during the King Philips War in Reviews: 4.