Rowlandson - E87 .R885 1856

62 Narrative of very melancholy. By which I certainly understood (though I suspected it before) that whatsoever the Indians told me re- specting him, was vanity and lies. Some of them told me he was dead, and they had killed him : Some said he was mar- ried again, and that the governor wished him to marry, and told him that he should have his choice, and that all per- suaded him I was dead. So like were these barbarous creatures to him who was a liar from the beginning. As I was sitting once in the wigwam here, Philip's maid came with the child in her arms, and asked me to give her a piece off my apron, to make a flap for it; I told her I would not ; then my mistress bid me give it, but I still said no. The maid told me, if I would not give her a piece, she would tear a piece off it ; I told her I would tear her coat then; with that my mistress rises up, and takes up a stick big enough to have