I belong to that persecuted family whom the proud priests and rulers of this colony have driven from their borders.

I was brought, with many others, before the wicked magistrates of Boston, and sentenced to labor, without hire, for the ungodly.

But I have escaped from my bonds; and the Lord has raised up a friend for his servant, even the Indian Passaconaway, whose son I assisted, but a little time ago, to escape from his captors." "Can it be ?" sobbed Mary, "can it be?
Richard, our own Richard, following the tribe of Gorton, the Familist! Oh, Richard, if you love me, if you love God's people and his true worship, do come away from those wicked fanatics." "Thou art in the very gall of bitterness and the bond of iniquity," answered Martin.

"Listen, Mary Edmands, to the creed of those whom thou callest fanatics.

We believe in Christ, but not in man-worship.