"Squando found her in a sad plight, and scarcely alive, took her to his wigwam, where his squaw did lovingly nurse and comfort her; and when she was able to travel, he brought her to Major Waldron's, asking no ransom for her.

He might have been made the fast friend of the English at that time, but he scarcely got civil treatment." "My father says that many friendly Indians, by the ill conduct of the traders, have been made our worst enemies," said Rebecca.

"He thought the bringing in of the Mohawks to help us a sin comparable to that of the Jews, who looked for deliverance from the King of Babylon at the hands of the Egyptians." "They did nothing but mischief," said Elnathan Stone; "they killed our friends at Newichawannock, Blind Will and his family." Rebecca here asked him if he ever heard the verses writ by Mr.Sewall concerning the killing of Blind Will.

And when he told her he had not, and would like to have her repeat them, if she could remember, she did recite them thus:-- "Blind Will of Newiehawannock! He never will whoop again, For his wigwam's burnt above him, And his old, gray scalp is ta'en! "Blind Will was the friend of white men, On their errands his young men ran, And he got him a coat and breeches, And looked like a Christian man.
"Poor Will of Newiehawannock! They slew him unawares, Where he lived among his people, Keeping Sabhath and saying prayers.
"Now his fields will know no harvest, And his pipe is clean put out, And his fine, brave coat and breeches The Mohog wears about.
"Woe the day our rulers listened To Sir Edmund's wicked plan, Bringing down the cruel Mohogs Who killed the poor old man.
"Oh! the Lord He will requite us; For the evil we have done, There'll be many a fair scalp drying In the wind and in the sun! "There'll be many a captive sighing, In a bondage long and dire; There'll be blood in many a corn-field, And many a house a-fire.
"And the Papist priests the tidings Unto all the tribes will send; They'll point to Newiehawannock,-- 'So the English treat their friend!' "Let the Lord's anointed servants Cry aloud against this wrong, Till Sir Edmund take his Mohogs Back again where they belong.
"Let the maiden and the mother In the nightly watching share, While the young men guard the block-house, And the old men kneel in prayer.
"Poor Will of Newiehawannock! For thy sad and cruel fall, And the bringing in of the Mohogs, May the Lord forgive us all!" A young woman entered the house just as Rebecca finished the verses.
She bore in her hands a pail of milk and a fowl neatly dressed, which she gave to Elnathan's mother, and, seeing strangers by his bedside, was about to go out, when he called to her and besought her to stay.

As she came up and spoke to him, I knew her to be the maid we had met at the spring.