"Wampanoag, no!" said Conanchet, in a voice of thunder. "Our lives are
one."
Philip hesitated. Fierce and dangerous passions were struggling in his
breast, but the habitual self-command of the wily politician of those
woods prevailed. Even in that scene of blood and alarm, he smiled on his
powerful and fearless young ally; then pointing to the deepest shades of
the forest, he bounded towards them with the activity of a deer.
Chapter XXX.
"But, peace be with him!
That life is better life, past fearing death,
Than that which lives to fear."
Measure for Measure.
Courage is both a comparative and an improvable virtue. If the fear of
death he a weakness common to the race, it is one that is capable of being
diminished by frequent exposure, and even rendered extinct by reflection.
It was therefore with sensibilities entirely changed from their natural
course, that the two individuals who were left alone by the retreat of
Philip, saw the nature and the approach of the danger that now beset them.
Their position near the brook had so far protected them from the bullets
of the assailants; but it was equally obvious to both, that in a minute or
two the Colonists would enter an encampment that was already deserted.
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