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Updated: May 8, 2025
Let him dig the prints of his moccason from the earth, with his nails, like a burrowing fox: for there'll be one on his trail, before he can hide his head. Nipset will be a warrior the next snow!" "There speaks my witless brother!" exclaimed Faith, rushing ahead she recoiled, covered her face with her hands, and sunk upon the ground, under the violence of the surprise that followed.
She will soon be like Nipset, all red See," he added laying a finger on a part of his own arm where the sun and the winds had not yet destroyed the original color; "the Evil Spirit poured water into his blood too, but it will come out again.
Nipset was only a boy on that path, but he went with his people. I tell thee, we singed the very 'arth with our brands, and not a head of them all ever rose again from the ashes."
He often called himself Whittal, but he continued to insist that he was also Nipset, a man of the Narragansetts, who had a mother in his wigwam, and who had reason to believe that he should be numbered among the warriors of his tribe, ere the fall of another snow.
"Talk not to me of your ravenous beasts and Great Chiefs, but rather let us think of the days when we were young, and when thou hadst delight in the sports of a Christian childhood. Hast forgotten, Whittal, how our mother used to give us leave to pass the idle time in games among the snow?" "Nipset hath a mother in her wigwam, but he asketh no leave to go on the hunt.
And thou lived with him, Whittal, ere he came to his end?" "He never looked on Nipset, nor Nipset on him." "I know nought of this Nipset; tell me of the great Miantonimoh." "Dost need to hear twice? The Sachem is gone to the far land, and Nipset will be a warrior when the next snow comes!"
At its side, the imaginary Nipset still held his place menacing discontent betraying itself through the ordinary dull fatuity of his countenance. The others present were collected around the mother and her stricken child. It would seem that all other feelings were, for the moment, absorbed in apprehensions for the latter.
The abodes of the Dudleys and Rings were numerous in the village and its environs. He showed a stone, surrounded by many others that bore these names, on which was rudely carved, "I am Nipset, a Narragansett; the next snow, I shall be a warrior!"
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