We are many, and sorry am I to say that some among
us are like unto them that were called 'Legion.' But to say that there
is not still place for all to die where they are born, is to utter
damning untruth."
"The land of the Yengeese is then good--very good," returned Philip; "but
their young men like one that is better."
"Thy nature, Wampanoag, is not equal to comprehend the motives which have
led us hither, and our discourse is getting vain."
"My brother Conanchet is a Sachem. The leaves that fall from the trees of
his country, in the season of frosts, blow into my hunting-grounds. We are
neighbors and friends," slightly bending his head to the Narragansett.
"When a wicked Indian runs from the islands to the wigwams of my people,
he is whipt and sent back. We keep the path between us open, only for
honest red men."
Philip spoke with a sneer, that his habitual loftiness of manner did not
conceal from his associate chief, though it was so slight as entirely to
escape the observation of him who was the subject of his sarcasm. The
former took the alarm, and for the first time during the dialogue did he
break silence.
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