Narragansett, we have done many acts of kindness, each in his own
fashion, and I am ready to confess this last not to be the least of thy
favors. Though of white blood and of Christian origin, I can almost say
that my heart is Indian."
"Then die an Indian's death!" shouted a voice, within twenty feet of the
spot where they were wading down the stream.
The menacing words were rather accompanied than seconded by a shot, and
Submission fell. Conanchet cast his musket into the water, and turned to
raise his companion.
"It was merely age dealing with the slippery stones of the brook;" said
the latter, as he recovered his footing. "That had well-nigh been a fatal
discharge! but God, for his own purpose, hath still averted the blow."
Conanchet did hot speak. Seizing his gun, which lay at the bottom of the
stream, he drew his friend after him to the shore, and plunged into the
thicket that lined its banks. Here they were momentarily protected from
missiles. But the shouts that succeeded the discharge of the muskets, were
accompanied by yells that he knew to proceed from Pequots and Mohegans,
tribes that were in deadly hostility to his own people.
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