The white man, a peculiar looking character, with one eye looking due north and the other due east, from beneath a forehead very much resembling that of a monkey, stuttered out to Captain G.: "We-e-e-e co-co-me t-t-to war-war-warn you t-to g-g-g-git ou-out.

Th-the la-lan-lands ar-are Free n-sh le-le-lands, an-and th-the In-in-d-dans we-we-will dri-dri-drive aw-all de-de-damd E-e-en-glis way, an-an gi-gi-give the-the-em b-b-b-back to Fre-e-e-nsh." The Indians and their low-browed, cross-eyed spokesman then left the Captain's place of business without uttering another word.

On Christmas day, 1770, or about one month after their last visit, eight of the Indians, accompanied by two squaws, returned to the store at Grimross Neck and whooped out in tones of fury, "Fire, blood, scalps." Captain Godfrey immediately barred his shop door, and also the door of his house, seeing that the savages were bent on mischief.

The children were inside the store and house, and were terrified and trembling.

At length the Redskins became so excited and noisy and so wild in their movements, that the place seemed like a pandemonium.