The Mohegan Maiden — page 7: what you’re looking at

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THE MOHEGAN MAIDEN. \ CHAPTER TI. A ORY... A Ad Ir was somewhat past the = hour of June third, in the year 1676. The noon-day s n looked down in smiling beauty upon the wide-stretching wilderness of the new world, where yet the feeble hands of the colonies scarcely had made an impression upon its far-reaching forests, or begun to sub- ject to their own uses the richness of its primitive soil. y But, enough had been done to rouse the anger and awaken the jealousy of the red-men, whose claims upon the soil were fast being extinguished, in one manner or another, and who were being pushed gradually to the west, to make way for the \ growing power of the colonists. ’ Bie #2 Tribe after tribe had revolted from this state of things, and endeavored to stay the progress, and drive away the white strangers who were robbing them of their lands; but they were alike unsuccessful, and though such attempts were marked by fire and carnagé, they invariably recoiled upon the red-man, ’ | ; At length arose King Philip, (and had his skin been white, nO purer patriot would the annals of history boast). Throw- ing all the energies of his great nature into the struggle, he resolved to do what his people had at various times sought to accomplish, or die in the attempt. The struggle which en- sued was ¢Xceedingly sanguinary and calamitous. Burned | villages, ghastly corpses, and bereaved households were every- Where along the New England border, the Indian suffering. equally with the white. | | But, the history of this memorable war is too well known to need repetition here. It is only with certain individuals Who took part in that struggle that we have to do. conniclooks.com