"He threatens us with his father's vengeance.

For God's sake keep your fire!" It was too late.

The report of the rifle broke sharply upon the Sabbath stillness.
It was answered by a shout from the river, and a small canoe, rowed by an Indian and a white man, was seen darting along the shore.

Wonolanset bounded on unharmed, and, plunging into the river, he soon reached the canoe, which was hastily paddled to the opposite bank.

Captain Eaton and his party finding it impossible to retake their prisoner, after listening to the sermon of Mr.Ward, and partaking of some bodily refreshment, took their leave of the settlers of Pentucket, and departed for Boston.
The evening, which followed the day whose events we have narrated, was one of those peculiar seasons of beauty when the climate of New England seems preferable to that of Italy.