Whereupon, he bade him come out of the bushes, which he did, after a little parley.

He was a tall man, of very fair and comely make, and wore a red woollen blanket with beads and small clam-shells jingling about it.

His skin was swarthy, not black like a Moor or Guinea-man, but of a color not unlike that of tarnished copper coin.

He spake but little, and that in his own tongue, very harsh and strange-sounding to my ear.

Robert Pike tells me that he is Chief of the Agawams, once a great nation in these parts, but now quite small and broken.