Metacom looked
at the disgusting object with the calmness and nearly with the interest,
that a virtuoso would lavish on an antique memorial of some triumph of
former ages. His finger was thrust through a hole in the skin, and then,
while he resumed his former position, he observed drily--
"A bullet hath hit the head. The arrow of Mohtucket doth little harm!"
"Metacom hath never looked on his young man like a friend, since the
brother of Mohtucket was killed."
The glance that Philip cast at his underling, though it was not unmingled
with suspicion, was one of princely and savage scorn. Their white auditor
had not been able to understand the discourse, but the dissatisfaction and
uneasiness of the eyes of both were too obvious not to show that the
conference was far from being amicable.
"The Sachem hath discontent with his young man," he observed, "and from
this may he understand the nature of that which leadeth many to quit the
land of their fathers, beneath the rising sun, to come to this wilderness
in the west. If he will now listen, I will touch further on the business
of my errand, and deal more at large with the subject we have but so
lightly skimmed.
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