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Cooper, James Fenimore, 1789-1851

"The Wept of Wish-Ton-Wish"


The spot chosen by Philip for his temporary encampment, was suited to such
a purpose. There was a thicket, denser than common, on one of its sides; a
steep and high rock protected and sheltered its rear; a swift and wide
brook dashed over fragments that had fallen, with time, from the precipice
in its front; and towards the setting sun, a whirlwind had opened a long
and melancholy glade through the forest. A few huts of brush leaned
against the base of the hill, and the scanty implements of their domestic
economy were scattered among the habitations of the savages. The whole
party did not number twenty; for, as has been said, the Wampanoag had
acted latterly more by the agency of his allies, than with the materials
of his own proper force.
The three were soon seated on a rock whose foot was washed by the rapid
current of the tumbling water. A few gloomy-looking and fierce Indians
watched the conference, in the back-ground.
"My brother hath followed my trail, that my ears may hear, the words of a
Yengeese," Philip commenced, after a sufficient period had elapsed to
escape the imputation of curiosity.


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