. The back-woodsmen; or, Tales of the borders; a collection of historical and authentic accounts of early adventure among the Indians. earn, fromtime to time, small pittances from the savages by herskill in needlework. She had a kind master, who oftengenerously relieved her sufferings, though her mistresswas not so considerate, and would frequently beat herfor the smallest fault, drive her out of doors, and de-prive her of her last morsel. At length the unfortunate woman was told thatproposals had been made by the whites for her ran-som. She was taken by the savages to the chief townof the tri
. The back-woodsmen; or, Tales of the borders; a collection of historical and authentic accounts of early adventure among the Indians. earn, fromtime to time, small pittances from the savages by herskill in needlework. She had a kind master, who oftengenerously relieved her sufferings, though her mistresswas not so considerate, and would frequently beat herfor the smallest fault, drive her out of doors, and de-prive her of her last morsel. At length the unfortunate woman was told thatproposals had been made by the whites for her ran-som. She was taken by the savages to the chief townof the tribe on the banks of the Connecticut. Hereher hopes, which had been raised to a high pitch,were disappointed. Delay aiter delay occurred. Shefinally despaired of ever returning to her friends,though assurances were repeatedly given her that, ifenough money was paid, she would be set free. At this village an incident occurred, which showshow desperate Mrs. Rowlandsons necessities musthave been during the famine. She met King Philip,the grand sachem, whom she describes as an Indianof noble presence and dignity ; and, in return for a. NEW ENGLAND SCENERY. NEW ENGLAND STORIES. 593 trifling service which she did for him, received an in-vitation to dine with him in his cabin. Philips squawset a meager supply of food before her, for chiefs andfollowers alike were sufferers by the famine. share of the dinner was a pancake, madeof parched wheat fried in bear-grease, about as largeas her two fingers. She ate it with gratitude and avid-ity. I thought, says she, I never tasted of morepleasant food in my life. A few weeks afterward Mrs. Rowlandsons hopesof release, which had been so often shattered, wereonce more raised. One day King Philip came to her hand, and said : Two weeks more and youshall be mistress. Twenty pounds was named by heras the sum which her friends could probably was accepted, and she set out on her return incompany with Mr. Hoar, the col
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