The guests tried to outdo one another in subscribing money for the new church.  Next day some of the subscribers were sorry they had agreed to give so much, but the Governor accepted no excuses and insisted on the money.  It was collected, and the church was built.  Close upon this time Kieft decided that he needed money for other work, and he told the Indians of the province that he expected something from them.  Of course the Indians had no such money as we have in these days.  They used instead beads, very handsome and made from clam-shells.  These beads were arranged on strings.  There were black ones and white ones, and the black were worth twice as much as the white.  The Indians did not see why they should give money to the Governor.  Kieft explained that it was to pay for the protection given to them by the Dutch.  Then the Indians understood less than ever, for the Dutch had never done anything for them except to give them as little as they could for their valuable furs.  The Indians hated Kieft, and this act of his made their hatred more bitter.  A war-cloud was gathering.  The Indians were well prepared for war, for they had been supplied with guns, with bullets, and with powder by those greedy Dutchmen, the smugglers, who thought more of their personal gains than of the safety of the colonists.

[Illustration:  Selling Arms to the Indians.]

Over on Staten Island about this time, an Indian stole several hogs from a colonist.  Kieft’s soldiers found the tribe to which the Indian belonged, and in revenge killed ten Indian warriors.  After this the war-cloud grew darker.

Kieft was anxious that there should be war.  But there were many of the colonists who did all in their power to prevent it.  The men who wanted peace were headed by that able sailor, Captain David Pietersen De Vries, who had founded a colony on Staten Island.  A council of twelve men was formed to decide whether there should be peace or war.  This council declared that there should be no war.  They then began to look into public affairs, for they thought it all wrong that Kieft should have the only voice in the management.  The Governor regretted having called together the twelve men.  But he soon got rid of them, and to show that he was still absolute ruler, he decided to make war upon the Indians.  Then the war-cloud broke.

Those Indians who lived nearest New Amsterdam were fighting with another tribe called the Mohawks.  The nearby Indians thought that since Kieft had been paid to protect them, he should do so now.  So they gathered, some on the Island of Manhattan, and some on the nearby shore of New Jersey.  But instead of protecting them, Kieft sent his soldiers against these friendly Indians, and in the night killed them as they slept.  The soldiers came so suddenly upon the Indians, sleeping peacefully on the Jersey shore, and slew them so quickly in the darkness, that the Indians believed they had been attacked by the