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Cooper, James Fenimore, 1789-1851

"The Wept of Wish-Ton-Wish"

In the next
instant, he was their prisoner.
"Bring me to your chief," said the captive, haughtily, when the common
herd into whose hands he had fallen would have questioned him on the
subject of his companions and of his own fate. "My tongue is used to speak
with Sachems."
He was obeyed, and before an hour had passed, the renowned Conanchet stood
confronted with his most deadly enemy.
The place of meeting was the deserted encampment of the band of Philip.
Here most of the pursuers had already assembled, including all of the
Colonists who had been engaged in the expedition. The latter consisted
of Meek Wolfe, Ensign Dudley, Sergeant Ring, and a dozen private men of
the village.
The result of the enterprise was, by this time, generally known. Though
Metacom, its principal object, had escaped; yet, when it was understood
that the Sachem of the Narragansetts had fallen into their hands, there
was not an individual of the party who did not think his personal risk
more than amply compensated. Though the Mohegans and Pequots restrained
their exultation, lest the pride of their captive should be soothed by
such an evidence of his importance, the white men drew around the prisoner
with an interest and a joy they did not care to conceal.


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