"He bade his son arise, and
go among the Yengeese, that he might return with scalps to hang in his
wigwam; for the eyes of the dead chief liked not to see the place so
empty. The voice of Conanchet was then too feeble for the council-fire; he
said nothing--he went alone. An evil spirit gave him into the hands of the
Pale-faces. He was a captive many moons. They shut him in a cage, like a
tamed panther! It was here. The news of his ill-luck passed from the
mouths of the young men of the Yengeese, to the hunters; and from the
hunters it came to the ears of the Narragansetts. My people had lost their
Sachem, and they came to seek him. Metacom, the boy had felt the power of
the God of the Yengeese! His mind began to grow weak; he thought less of
revenge; the spirit of his father came no more at night. There was much
talking with the unknown God, and the words of his enemies were kind. He
hunted with them. When he met the trail of his warriors in the woods, his
mind was troubled, for he knew their errand. Still he saw his father's
spirit, and waited.
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