the Narragansetts, and from the reluctant tribe extorted a treaty of neutrality, with a promise to deliver up every hostile Indian.  Victory seemed promptly assured.  But it was only the commencement of horrors.  Canonchet, the chief sachem of the Narragansetts, was the son of Miantonomoh; and could he forget his father’s wrongs?  Desolation extended along the whole frontier.  Banished from his patrimony, where the pilgrims found a friend, and from his cabin, which had sheltered the exiles, Philip, with his warriors, spread through the country, awakening their brethren to a warfare of extermination.

The war, on the part of the Indians, was one of ambuscades and surprises.  They never once met the English in open field; but always, even if eightfold in numbers, fled timorously before infantry.  They were secret as beasts of prey, skillful marksmen, and in part provided with firearms, fleet of foot, conversant with all the paths of the forest, patient of fatigue, and mad with a passion for rapine, vengeance, and destruction, retreating into swamps for their fastnesses, or hiding in the greenwood thickets, where the leaves muffled the eyes of the pursuer.  By the rapidity of their descent, they seemed omnipresent among the scattered villages, which they ravished like a passing storm; and for a full year they kept all New England in a state of terror and excitement.  The exploring party was waylaid and cut off, and the mangled carcasses and disjointed limbs of the dead were hung upon the trees.  The laborer in the field, the reapers as they sallied forth to the harvest, men as they went to mill, the shepherd’s boy among the sheep, were shot down by skulking foes, whose approach was invisible.  Who can tell the heavy hours of woman?  The mother, if left alone in the house, feared the tomahawk for herself and children; on the sudden attack, the husband would fly with one child, the wife with another, and, perhaps, one only escape; the village cavalcade, making its way to meeting on Sunday in files on horseback, the farmer holding the bridle in one hand and a child in the other, his wife seated on a pillion behind him, it may be with a child in her lap, as was the fashion in those days, could not proceed safely; but, at the moment when least expected, bullets would whizz among them, sent from an unseen enemy by the wayside.  The forest that protected the ambush of the Indians secured their retreat.

D. Appleton and Company, New York.

THE NEW NETHERLAND

From ‘History of the United States’

During the absence of Stuyvesant from Manhattan, the warriors of the neighboring Algonkin tribes, never reposing confidence in the Dutch, made a desperate assault on the colony.  In sixty-four canoes they appeared before the town, and ravaged the adjacent country.  The return of the expedition restored confidence.  The captives were ransomed, and industry repaired its losses.  The Dutch seemed to have