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Updated: May 11, 2025
"The wigwam of Conanchet is warm; no woman of the tribe hath as many furs as Narra-mattah." "He is a great hunter! when they hear his moccason, the beavers lie down to be killed! But the men of the Pale-faces hold the plow. Does not 'the driven snow' think of those who fenced the wigwam of her father from the cold, or of the manner in which the Yengeese live?"
"This will he do," rejoined the divine, "or we shall hold him answerable for breach of promise." "And in what doth he profess to aid in stopping the work of death?" "By yielding the fierce Philip, and his savage ally, the roving Conanchet, to the judgment.
"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 whoop was heard that night; many died, and the Narragansetts took scalps. Thou seest this lodge of stone, over which fire has passed. There was then a cunning place above, and in it the pale-men went to fight for their lives. But the fire kindled, and then there was no hope. The soul of Conanchet was moved at that sight, for there was much honesty in them within.
There is a rumor, that though the hapless brother of Faith gradually returned to the ways of civilized life, he had frequent glimpses of those seducing pleasures which he had once enjoyed in the freedom of the woods. Whilst wandering through these melancholy remains of former scenes, a question was put to the divine concerning the place where Conanchet was interred. He readily offered to show it.
"Why has Conanchet sent for a woman from the woods?" repeated the same soft voice, nearer to the elbow of the young Sachem, and which spoke with less of the timidity of the sex, now that the troubled spirit of the Indians of those regions had disappeared.
One who hath no wigwam of his own may have found time to worship by himself." "The mind is very cunning," returned Conanchet; "it can hear when the ear is deaf it can see when the eye is shut. My father hath spoken to the Good Spirit, with the rest of his tribe."
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