econdary colonialism in that the narrative of yoga practice is changed entirely, and subtly filtered through the premise of a fitness class.

with the unknown intention to “best” him and right her past. Unfortunately, that responsibility is brought upon her daughter, who is around the same age as Raimunda when she was abused.

Mebbe it might have been natural for him

“It’s natur, Chloe, and natur ‘s strong,” said Tom, “but the Lord’s grace is stronger; besides, you oughter think what an awful state a poor crittur’s soul ‘s in that’ll do them ar things,—you oughter thank God that you an’t like him, Chloe. I’m sure I’d rather be sold, ten thousand times over, than to have all that ar poor crittur’s got to answer for.”

It was now early spring, and the river was swollen and turbulent

she entered the village of T——

and the husband and wife were parted.

“To Canada,” said he, straightening himself up; “and when I’m there, I’ll buy you; that’s all the hope that’s left us. You have a kind master, that won’t refuse to sell you. I’ll buy you and the boy;—God helping me, I will!”

“What are you going to do? O, George, don’t do anything wicked; if you only trust in God, and try to do right, he’ll deliver you.” “I an’t a Christian like you, Eliza; my heart’s full of bitterness; I can’t trust in God. Why does he let things be so?”

“Yes, Eliza, it’s all misery, misery, misery! My life is bitter as wormwood; the very life is burning out of me. I’m a poor, miserable, forlorn drudge; I shall only drag you down with me, that’s all. What’s the use of our trying to do anything, trying to know anything, trying to be anything? What’s the use of living? I wish I was dead!”

“I wish he’d never been born!” said George, bitterly. “I wish I’d never been born myself!”

It’s a free country, sir; the man’s mine, and I do what I please with him,—that’s it!”

dazzling

natural magnanimity and generosity of mind which one often marks as characteristic of the women of Kentucky

Do you think all the world are set on him as you are, you goosie?

has not those temptations to hardheartedness which always overcome frail human nature when the prospect of sudden and rapid gain is weighed in the balance, with no heavier counterpoise than the interests of the helpless and unprotected.

Now,’ says I, ‘why can’t you kinder coax ‘em up, and speak ‘em fair? Depend on it, Tom, a little humanity, thrown in along, goes a heap further than all your jawin’ and crackin’;

Perhaps you laugh too, dear reader; but you know humanity comes out in a variety of strange forms now-a-days, and there is no end to the odd things that humane people will say and do.

“Now, Jim, walk like old Uncle Cudjoe, when he has the rheumatism,

“Bravo!” said Haley, throwing him a quarter of an orange.

I let him go to Cincinnati alone, to do business for me, and bring home five hundred dollars. ‘Tom,’ says I to him, ‘I trust you, because I think you’re a Christian—I know you wouldn’t cheat.’

Yes, I consider religion a valeyable thing in a nigger, when it’s the genuine article, and no mistake.”

quite in keeping with the general air of the man

in the town of P——, in Kentucky

As our Religion, our Education, our Art look abroad, so does our spirit of society.

Is it so bad, then, to be misunderstood? Pythagoras was misunderstood, and Socrates, and Jesus, and Luther, and Copernicus, and Galileo, and Newton, and every pure and wise spirit that ever took flesh. To be great is to be misunderstood.

I ask primary evidence that you are a man, and refuse this appeal from the man to his actions.

As soon as he has once acted or spoken with eclat, he is a committed person, watched by the sympathy or the hatred of hundreds, whose affections must now enter into his account

His father had once seen them in their old Dutch dresses playing at ninepins in a hollow of the mountain; and he himself had heard, one summer afternoon, the sound of their balls, like distant peals of thunder.

he dreaded to meet his wife; but it would not do to starve among the mountains. He shook his head, shouldered the rusty firelock, and, with a heart full of trouble and anxiety, turned his steps homeward.

he saw that it would be dark long before he could reach the village, and he heaved a heavy sigh when he thought of encountering the terrors of Dame Van Winkle.

I verily believe he reciprocated the sentiment with all his heart.

A tart temper never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with constant use. For a long while he used to console himself, when driven from home, by frequenting a kind of perpetual club of sages, philosophers, and other idle personages of the village,

The moment Wolf entered the house his crest fell, his tail drooped to the ground or curled between his legs, he sneaked about with a gallows air, casting many a sidelong glance at Dame Van Winkle, and at the least flourish of a broomstick or ladle he would fly to the door with yelping precipitation.

In a word, Rip was ready to attend to anybody’s business but his own; but as to doing family duty, and keeping his farm in order, he found it impossible.

But don’t worry, the grieving father with his headstrong daughter who is a spitting image of his wife will provide the right amount of dramatic tragedy to continue on with this tale. We’ll get our fairytale ending.

Thus hath the Lord brought me and mine out of that horrible pit, and hath set us in the midst of tender-hearted and compassionate Christians.

And I hope I can say in some measure, as David did, “It is good for me that I have been afflicted.” The Lord hath showed me the vanity of these outward things. That they are the vanity of vanities, and vexation of spirit, that they are but a shadow, a blast, a bubble, and things of no continuance

The twenty pounds, the price of my redemption,

I was received in; I was kindly entertained in several houses. So much love I received from several (some of whom I knew, and others I knew not) that I am not capable to declare it.

I was not before so much hemmed in with the merciless and cruel heathen, but now as much with pitiful, tender-hearted and compassionate Christians.

God’s power is as great now, and as sufficient to save, as when He preserved Daniel in the lion’s den; or the three children in the fiery furnace. I may well say as his Psalm 107.12 “Oh give thanks unto the Lord for he is good, for his mercy endureth for ever.” Let the redeemed of the Lord say so, whom He hath redeemed from the hand of the enemy,

and boast how many towns they had destroyed, and then scoff, and say they had done them a good turn to send them to Heaven so soon

They mourned (with their black faces) for their own losses, yet triumphed and rejoiced in their inhumane, and many times devilish cruelty to the English.

besides all sorts of creatures, and provision which they plundered from the English

that I know not.

and yet how to admiration did the Lord preserve them for His holy ends, and the destruction of many still amongst the English!

and the very next week the enemy came upon our town, like bears bereft of their whelps, or so many ravenous wolves, rending us and our lambs to death.

Then I may say as Job 6.7, “The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat.” Thus the Lord made that pleasant refreshing, which another time would have been an abomination

Then I took it of the child, and eat it myself, and savory it was to my taste

Some of them told me he was dead, and they had killed him; some said he was married again, and that the Governor wished him to marry; and told him he should have his choice, and that all persuaded I was dead.

He being a little cheered with that, I asked him about the welfare of my husband. He told me he saw him such a time in the Bay, and he was well, but very melancholy.

, God did not leave me to have my impatience work towards Himself, as if His ways were unrighteous. But I knew that He laid upon me less than I deserved.

I considered their horrible addictedness to lying, and that there is not one of them that makes the least conscience of speaking of truth.

at last an old Indian bade me to come to him, and his squaw gave me some ground nuts; she gave me also something to lay under my head, and a good fire we had; and through the good providence of God, I had a comfortable lodging that night. I

ut going out to see what I could find, and walking among the trees, I found six acorns, and two chestnuts, which were some refreshment to me

she found me sitting and reading in my Bible; she snatched it hastily out of my hand, and threw it out of doors.

The problem, rather, is that she—and society as a whole—deemed the context of her captivity unimportant. It did not matter that her dreadful experience was a result of a last-ditch effort by the Native Americans to cease a genocide caused by people like her.

Rowlandson’s recount successfully aids an American narrative that has been subtly (and not-so-subtly) propagandized for hundreds of years.

because I served them both in one dish, would eat nothing

but I thought I never tasted pleasanter meat in my life

God did not give them courage or activity to go over after us. We were not ready for so great a mercy as victory and deliverance. If we had been God would have found out a way for the English to have passed this river, as well as for the Indians with their squaws and children, and all their luggage.

There I left that child in the wilderness, and must commit it, and myself also in this wilderness condition, to Him who is above all.

my child being even ready to depart this sorrowful world,

, but as they carried him, and as he took oaken leaves and laid to his wound, and through the blessing of God he was able to travel again.

there being not the least crumb of refreshing that came within either of our mouths from Wednesday night to Saturday night, except only a little cold water

and having no Christian friend near me, either to comfort or help me.

Then they set me upon a horse with my wounded child in my lap, and there being no furniture upon the horse’s back, as we were going down a steep hill we both fell over the horse’s head, at which they, like inhumane creatures, laughed, and rejoiced to see it

vast and desolate wilderness