MAIDU CREATION MYTH – A Free Story

When this world was filled with water, Earth-Maker floated upon it, kept floating about. Nowhere in the world could he see even a tiny bit of earth. No persons of any kind flew about. He went about in this world, the world itself being invisible, transparent like the sky.

He was troubled. “I wonder how, I wonder where, I wonder in what place, in what country, we shall find a world!” he said. “You are a very strong man, to be thinking of this world,” said Coyote. “I am guessing in what direction the world is, then to that distant land let us float!” said Earth-Maker.

In this world they kept floating along, kept floating along, hungry, having nothing to eat. “You will die of hunger,” said Coyote. Then he thought. “No, I cannot think of anything,” he said. “Well,” said Earth-Maker, “the world is large, a great world. If somewhere I find a tiny world, I can fix it up.”

Then he sang, “Where, little world, art thou?” It is said he sang, kept singing, sang all the time. “Enough!” he said, and stopped singing. “Well! I don’t know many songs (?),” he said. Then Coyote sang again, kept singing, asking, for the world, singing, “Where, O world, art thou.”‘ He sang, kept singing; then “Enough!” he said, “I am tired. You try again.”

So Earth-Maker sang. “Where are you, my great mountains, my world mountains?” he said. He sang, and all the time kept saying, “Where are you?” He stopped singing. “Enough!” he said. “You try also.” Coyote tried, kept singing. “My foggy mountains, where one goes about,” he said. “Well, We shall see nothing at all. I guess there never was a world anywhere,” said he. “I think if we find a little world, I can fix it very well,” said Earth-Maker.

As they floated along, they saw something like a bird’s nest. “Well! That is very small,” said Earth-Maker. “It is small. If it were larger, I could fix it. But it is too small,” he said. “I wonder how I can stretch it a little!” He kept saying, “What is the best way! How shall I make it larger!” So saying, he prepared it. He extended a rope to the east, to the south he extended a rope, to the west, to the northwest, and to the north he extended ropes.

When all were stretched, he said, “Well, sing, you who were the finder of this earth, this mud! ‘In the long, long, ago, Robin-Man made the world, stuck earth together, making this world.’ Thus mortal men shall say of you, in myth-telling.” Then Robin sang, and his world-making song sounded sweet. After the ropes were all stretched, he kept singing; then, after a time, he ceased.

Then Earth-Maker spoke to Coyote also. “Do you sing too,” he said. So he sang, singing, “My world, where one travels by the valley-edge; my world of many foggy mountains; my world where one goes zigzagging hither and thither; range after range,” he said, “I sing of the country I shall travel in. In such a world I shall wander,” he said.

Then Earth-Maker sang–sang of the world he had made, kept singing, until by and by he ceased. “Now,” he said, “it would be well if the world were a little larger. Let us stretch it!”–“Stop!” said Coyote. I speak wisely. This world ought to be painted with something, so that it may look pretty. What do ye two think?”

Then Robin-Man said, “I am one who knows nothing. Ye two are clever men, making this world, talking it over; if ye find anything evil, ye will make it good.”–“Very well,” said Coyote, “I will paint it with blood. There shall be blood in the world; and people shall be born there, having blood. There shall be birds born who shall have blood. Everything–deer, all kinds of game, all sorts of men without any exception–all things shall have blood that are to be created in this world. And in another place, making it red, there shall be red rocks. It will be as if blood were mixed up with the world, and thus the world will be beautiful,” he said. “What do you think about it?”–“Your words are good,” he said, “I know nothing.” So Robin-Man went off. As he went, he said, “I shall be a person who travels only in this way,” and he flew away.

Earth-Maker spoke: “You had better lie down here on your face.”–“All right!” said Coyote, and, kneeling down, he lay on his face. Then Earth-Maker stretched the world with his foot. Stretching it once, he extended it towards the east, extended it on that side; then to the south, then to the west, he stretched it; then to the northwest and to the north he stretched it. Having extended it only a little ways, he said, “All right!”

Coyote stood up and looked around. “Well, I think it would be better if this world were just large enough to go around it.” By and by Earth-Maker said, “You had better kneel down again, and lie flat on your belly. Do not look up. You must not!”–“Very well,” said Coyote, “I will not look up.” He lay down; and Earth-Maker, stretching the earth with his foot eastward, stretched it as far as it would go. He extended it fully toward the south, toward the west, toward the northwest, toward the north. “All right!” said he.

Coyote stood up, and, having risen, started to walk hither eastward. Earth-Maker, when he was left alone, stood for a time, then, departing, he went toward the south. In the direction of the sunset he went far around, going over to the northwest, going around to the north, going all the way around to the east. And having gone around, having returned to the spot where he had first turned off, he prepared things.

He made two white men; then he made others, white, but a little different. As he made them, he counted them. He kept on making them–made one black, then another almost black. Two of each only he made. Then he counted all the countries, and, as he counted, assigned them, gave them to the countries. “You are a country having this name, you shall have this people,” he said. “This sort of people, naming you, shall own the country. These people shall grow, shall keep on growing through many winters, through many dawns. They shall continue to grow until, their appointed winters being past, their dawns being over, this people having finished growing, shall be born,” he said. “Very many winters will have passed before they shall be born. And they shall have children, girls and boys; and these children, growing up, shall have children in their turn,” he said. When several winters have passed, there will be very many people.”

Then again, to another sort of people, he gave another country, saying, “This people, I leave you in this country, and ye shall be the owners of this land. Ye shall be a people with a name.” And they also were a different sort of people, a people with a name; and their country also was named, it is said. “Your country also shall have a name,” he said. “Ye too shall have a name, and your children shall fill the land, and every single child shall have a name,” he said. “There, growing steadily, many winters, many days, shall pass before ye are fully grown. Then ye shall possess this country,” he said.

Thereafter he spoke to another, again he gave a different kind of country to a different kind of people. He said, “Ye shall be a different-speaking and a different-looking people. Ye also shall possess a country,” he said.

“Your children, if they weary of this land, going from this country to one with another name, to a country that is good to live in, shall remain there. There every country shall be full of people, who will continue to be born,” he said. And then he divided the world among many. To one he gave one sort, to another he gave another. Ye shall all have different names,” he said. Finally he finished giving, he distributed all.

Then after a while, continuing on his way, he came hither, kept travelling; and after arriving in the middle of the world, he made other people. “Ye shall be mortal men like this,” he said; and, having made two, he left them. “Ye here, growing steadily, when so many winters shall have passed, very many winters, many days, ye shall be fully grown,” he said. “Then ye shall be mortal men, ye shall be born full-grown. This country shall have a name. Beyond these mountains there shall be another country, which also shall have a name. Ye shall not be born soon,” he said. Then he named everything, and, having left the people here in the middle of the world, he went away.

Continuing on his way, he went to all countries that were of the proper sort; and when he had gone as far as mortal men were to live, he stopped. Then there again he created two–two more, it is said, he laid down, and again two more. He kept counting them; and when he had counted them all, he spoke. “Ye shall remain here,” he said, “and your country shall have a name. Although living in a small country, in one that is not large, it shall be sufficient for you. This I leave; and growing continually, so many winters passing, very many winters passing, many days passing, ye shall be fully grown. And then ye, being fully grown, shall be born,” he said. “Then your food will grow,–different sorts of food, all kinds of food; and ye, being born with sufficient intelligence, will survive,” he said. Then he pushed them down under a gopher-hill.

He spoke again. “Ye, too, shall possess a small country. ‘Come, now! leave this country!’ (this ye must not say to others, wishing to take their land.) Ye shall be people who will not drive others away, driving them off to another country. Ye shall be different, ye shall name your country. Ye also shall be a differently named people. There, growing continually, many days being passed, many winters having passed, ye shall be born, when your birthday has passed,” he said. “Living there and having children, when other winters are passed, they will become a little larger, and will keep on thus, growing all the time, until, when enough winters shall have passed, always becoming more numerous, ye shall have enough people. Your children, all without exception, shall have names.

This country also, in the same way is named; all countries shall have names, just as yourselves. If ye are going to look at the country over there, then, when ye go, (ye shall say) ‘I am going to that place,’ naming it; then all people will understand where ye are going,” he said.

Then, counting the people on this side (in this direction), he left them; and, speaking to those on this side, he said, “Ye also shall be mortal men. So many winters passing over, (?) ye shall be born. All the time growing, each winter ye shall grow a little, a very little. Again, when the winter is over, continually growing, when many winters are passed, ye will have finished growing; then ye shall be born, full-grown. There ye also shall have a country, and your country shall be one bearing a name, and ye too shall be named,” he said. “Ye shall have children; and when your children have grown larger, then, looking all over this country, ye must tell them about it, teach them about it, naming the country and places, showing them and naming them to your children. ‘That is such and such a place, and that is such and such a mountain.’ So, when ye have caused them to learn this, teaching them, they shall understand even as ye do yourselves.”

Then, placing them between his thumb and finger, he snapped them away.

And when he had given countries thus to all that he had counted out, there was one pair left. “Ye also, ye shall be a, people speaking differently. There will be a little too many of you for you to have the same sort of a country also. So ye shall have that kind of a country, a great country,” he said. “Now, wherever I have passed along, there shall never be a lack of anything,” he said, and made motions in all directions. “The country where I have been shall be one where nothing is ever lacking. I have finished talking to you, and I say to you that ye shall remain where ye are to be born. Ye are the last people; and while, ye are to remain where ye are created, I shall return, and stay there. When this world becomes bad, I will make it over again; and after I make it, ye shall be born,” he said. Long ago Coyote suspected this, they say.

“This world will shake,” he said. “This world is spread out flat, the world is not stable. After this world is all made, by and by, after a long time, I will pull this rope a little, then the world shall be firm. I, pulling on my rope, shall make it shake. And now,” he said, “there shall be songs, they shall not be lacking, ye shall have them.” And he sang, and kept on singing until he ceased singing. “Ye mortal men shall have this song,” he said, and then he sang another; and singing many different songs, he walked along, kept walking until he reached the middle of the world; and there, sitting down over across from it, he remained.

But, in making the world, Robin-Man sang that which was pleasant to hear. He, they say, was the first created person,–a man whose song passed across the valleys, a man who found the world, a man who in the olden time sang very beautifully-sounding songs. And Earth-Maker, going along, and having passed by the middle of the world, made a house for himself, and remained there. That is as far as he went. That is all, they say.

From: Maidu Folklore, Myths & Legends

ISBN: 9788835858720

URL: https://store.streetlib.com/en/anon-e-mouse/maidu-folklore-myths-and-legends-18-legends-of-the-maidu-people

A LEGEND OF MANABOZHO – A Native American Creation Story: Baba Indaba Children’s Stories Issue 67

A Creation Legend of Manabozho

ISSN: 2397-9607 Issue 67

 

In Issue 67 of the Baba Indaba Children’s Stories, Baba Indaba narrates the American Legend of the time Manabozho made the land. Manabozho was out hunting with two wolves. One left him and chose his own path while the other stayed to hunt with Manabozho. How did the legend come about you ask? Well you’ll just have to download and read the story to find out!

 

Each issue also has a “Where in the World – Look it Up” section, where young readers are challenged to look up a place on a map somewhere in the world. The place, town or city is relevant to the story, on map. HINT – use Google maps.

 

eBook link: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Anon_E_Mouse_A_LEGEND_OF_MANABOZHO_A_Native_Americ?id=YzUODAAAQBAJ

 

INCLUDES LINKS TO 8 FREE DOWNLOADS

 

Baba Indaba is a fictitious Zulu storyteller who narrates children’s stories from around the world. Baba Indaba translates as “Father of Stories”.

A KATCINA RACE CONTEST BETWEEN THE WÁLPI AND THE ORAÍBI – A Hopi Legend: Baba Indaba Children’s Series Issue 64

A Katcina Race Between the Walpi and the Oraibi – Hopi Folklore narrated by Baba Indaba

ISSN: 2397-9607 Issue 64

 

In Issue 64 of the Baba Indaba Children’s Stories, Baba Indaba narrates the Hopi legend about a youth who is allowed to see the foot races between the Oraibi and Walpi peoples of the Hopi tribe. Over eager, and untrained he enters a race…..

NOTE: The Hopi people are well known for running great distances at speed. Indeed, a few have achieved Olympic greatness dating as far back as 1912.

eBook link: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Anon_E_Mouse_A_KATCINA_RACE_CONTEST_BETWEEN_THE_W%C3%81?id=2FMLDAAAQBAJ

Each issue also has a “Where in the World – Look it Up” section, where young readers are challenged to look up a place on a map somewhere in the world. The place, town or city is relevant to the story, on map. HINT – use Google maps.

 

INCLUDES LINKS TO 8 FREE DOWNLOADS

 

Baba Indaba is a fictitious Zulu storyteller who narrates children’s stories from around the world. Baba Indaba translates as “Father of Stories”.

 

It is believed that folklore and tales are believed to have originated in India and made their way overland along the Silk and Spice routes and through Central Asia before arriving in Europe. Even so, this does not cover all folklore from all four corners of the world. Indeed folklore, legends and myths from Africa, Australia, Polynesia, and some from Asia too, are altogether quite different and seem to have originated on the whole from separate reservoirs of lore, legend and culture.

 About the author

The Baba Indaba Children’s Stories, published by Abela Publishing, often use folklore and fairy tales which have their origins mists of time. Afterall who knows who wrote the story of Cinderella, also known in other cultures as Tattercoats or Conkiajgharuna. So who wrote the original? The answer is simple. No-one knows, or will ever know, so to assume that anyone owns the rights to these stories is nothing but nonsense. As such, we have decided to use the Author name “Anon E. Mouse” which, of course, is a play on the word “Anonymous”.

JOURNEYS TO THE SKELETON HOUSE – Two variations on an American Indian Hopi legend: Baba Indaba Children’s Stories Issue 63

A Journey to the Skeleton House – 2 Native American Hopi folk tales narrated by Baba Indaba

ISSN: 2397-9607 Issue 63

 

In Issue 63 of the Baba Indaba Children’s Stories, Baba Indaba narrates two variations of the same story about a Hopi youth who was curious about the Skeleton House – where the dead were buried. He wondered if anyone lived there. Seeking an answer he began to fast and pray and after a few days received his answer. But what was it…? Well you’ll have to download and read the stories to find out what it was.

eBook link: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Anon_E_Mouse_JOURNEYS_TO_THE_SKELETON_HOUSE_Two_va?id=cEkLDAAAQBAJ

Each issue also has a “Where in the World – Look it Up” section, where young readers are challenged to look up a place on a map somewhere in the world. The place, town or city is relevant to the story, on map. HINT – use Google maps.

 

INCLUDES LINKS TO 8 FREE DOWNLOADS

 

Baba Indaba is a fictitious Zulu storyteller who narrates children’s stories from around the world. Baba Indaba translates as “Father of Stories”.

 

It is believed that folklore and tales are believed to have originated in India and made their way overland along the Silk and Spice routes and through Central Asia before arriving in Europe. Even so, this does not cover all folklore from all four corners of the world. Indeed folklore, legends and myths from Africa, Australia, Polynesia, and some from Asia too, are altogether quite different and seem to have originated on the whole from separate reservoirs of lore, legend and culture.

A HOPI RAID ON A NAVAHO DANCE – A Hopi Folk Tale: Baba Indaba Children’s Story Issue 60

In Issue 60 of the Baba Indaba Children’s Stories, Baba Indaba narrates the Hopi tale of what happened during raid on a Navaho village during a ceremonial dance.

This issue also has a “Where in the World – Look it Up” section, where young readers are challenged to look up a place on a map somewhere in the world. The place, town or city is relevant to the story, on map. HINT – use Google maps.

INCLUDES LINKS TO 8 FREE DOWNLOADS

Baba Indaba is a fictitious Zulu storyteller who narrates children’s stories from around the world. Baba Indaba translates as “Father of Stories”.

https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Anon_E_Mouse_A_HOPI_RAID_ON_A_NAVAHO_DANCE_A_Hopi?id=5l4JDAAAQBAJ

THE DEATH OF TUPAC – KING OF THE INCA: Baba Indaba Children’s Stories Issue 48

ISSN: 2397-9607 Issue 48

In Issue 48 of the Baba Indaba Children’s Stories, Baba Indaba narrates the legend about the Death of Tupac, King of the Inca and the subsequent events. Following King Tupac’s death his appointed heir took the throne, but as in so many transfers of power, a younger brother thought he should have been appointed. This follows a period of civil war which was only brought to an end by another cataclysmic event which brought the mighty Inca age to a close.

This issue also has a “Where in the World – Look it Up” section, where young readers are challenged to look up a place on a map somewhere in the world. The place, town or city is relevant to the story, on map. HINT – use Google maps.

Baba Indaba is a fictitious Zulu storyteller who narrates children’s stories from around the world. Baba Indaba translates as “Father of Stories”.

https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Anon_E_Mouse_THE_DEATH_OF_TUPAC_KING_OF_THE_INCA?id=pyEIDAAAQBAJ

The Death of Tupac King of the Inca – Baba Indaba Children’s Stories

A DINNER AND ITS CONSEQUENCES – A Nimpuc American-Indian folktale from Massachusetts: Baba Indaba Children’s Stories Issue 42

A DINNER AND ITS CONSEQUENCES – A Nimpuc American Indian folktale from Massachusetts: Baba Indaba Children’s Stories Issue 42

 

In Issue 42 of the Baba Indaba Children’s Stories, Baba Indaba narrates the American Indian legend from Massachusetts of “A Dinner and it’s Consequences” which teaches that good manners and politeness always pays dividends.

 

This issue also has a “Where in the World – Look it Up” section, where young readers are challenged to look up a place on a map somewhere in the world. The place, town or city is relevant to the story, on map. HINT – use Google maps.

 

Baba Indaba is a fictitious Zulu storyteller who narrates children’s stories from around the world. Baba Indaba translates as “Father of Stories”.

 

 

It is believed that folklore and tales are believed to have originated in India and made their way overland along the Silk and Spice routes and through Central Asia before arriving in Europe. Even so, this does not cover all folklore from all four corners of the world. Indeed folklore, legends and myths from Africa, Australia, Polynesia, and some from Asia too, are altogether quite different and seem to have originated on the whole from separate reservoirs of lore, legend and culture.

 

https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Anon_E_Mouse_A_DINNER_AND_ITS_CONSEQUENCES_A_Nimpu?id=YfQEDAAAQBAJ

A dinner and it’s consequences – An American-Indian Nimpuc tale

A BASHFUL COURTSHIP – American Indian folklore: Baba Indaba Children’s Stories Issue 31

ISSN: 2397-9607 Issue 31

In Issue 31 of the Baba Indaba Children’s Stories, Baba Indaba narrates the American Indian tale of how a pair of moccasins was used by a brave to woo a maiden. Did it work? Well you’ll just have to read the story to find out if it did.

It is believed that folklore and tales are believed to have originated in India and made their way overland along the Silk and Spice routes and through Central Asia before arriving in Europe. Even so, this does not cover all folklore from all four corners of the world. Indeed folklore, legends and myths from Africa, Australia, Polynesia, and some from Asia too, are altogether quite different and seem to have originated on the whole from separate reservoirs of lore, legend and culture.

This book also has a “Where in the World – Look it Up” section, where young readers are challenged to look up a place on a map somewhere in the world. The place, town or city is relevant to the story, on map. HINT – use Google maps.

Baba Indaba is a fictitious Zulu storyteller who narrates children’s stories from around the world. Baba Indaba translates as “Father of Stories”.

URL: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Anon_E_Mouse_A_BASHFUL_COURTSHIP_American_Indian_f?id=vg77CwAAQBAJ

 

A Bashful Courtship Cover

The Story of King Philip – XII. King Philip’s War

Philip did his best to keep at peace with the English. For a while he succeeded. But his young warriors began to steal hogs and cattle belonging to the settlers, and on one pleasant Sunday in June, 1675AD, when the people were at church, eight young Indians burned a few houses in the village of Swansea, the nearest town to the Wampanoag headquarters at Mount Hope. The whites immediately raised a few troops, marched after the Indians, and had a little skirmish with them.

 

Philip was not with his warriors at the time. The attack on the whites had been made against his express orders. When he heard that the Indians and settlers had really had a battle, he wept from sorrow, something which an Indian rarely does.

 

Everything seemed to go wrong. He tried to make peace with the whites, but they would not listen to him. The young warriors no longer paid any attention to what he said. They went on destroying property and killing cattle.

After leaving Swansea, they went to Taunton and Middleboro, where they burned several houses and killed a few persons. But troops soon arrived from Boston and Plymouth, and in a few days the Indians were driven back to their homes at Mount Hope.

 

The English hurried on after them, and the war that followed is known in history as King Philip’s War.

 

Philip and the Indians swam across Narragansett Bay and went to some of their friends in the Connecticut Valley. There they obtained the help of the Nipmucks, who had never been very friendly towards the English.

 

We do not know where Philip was during the war. He knew that he would be held responsible for it, although he had done everything in his power to prevent it. For a year the war was carried on, one hundred miles away from his home, and never once was he known to have been connected with any fighting, nor was he even seen by the English during that time. Some of them thought that he was directing the war, but really it was carried on by other tribes of Indians that had not been very friendly towards the whites. The Wampanoags seem to have had very little connection with the war.

 

The Indians attacked the English towns in the Connecticut Valley, and the more exposed places on the frontier of the colony where the people were few and scattered.

 

No battle was fought in the open field. The Indians did not fight in that way. They secretly surrounded a town, rushed in from all sides, killed as many people as possible, took what property they could carry away, and burned all that remained.

 

They knew all the paths in the forests, swamps, and thickets. They were fast runners, and went rapidly from town to town.

 

Their favorite method of fighting was in an ambuscade. That was something peculiar to the Indians. The English had never heard of that way of fighting before they came to America. The Indians would lie down flat on the ground or stand behind trees or in a bush or thicket. When the enemy came along with no suspicion that any one was near, the Indians suddenly gave a yell and fired their arrows or guns at them. This would startle them and generally cause them to run away.

 

The war was one of the most dreadful in the history of our country. A farmer left his home in the morning not knowing whether he would ever see his wife and children again. His gun was always in his hand. Laborers were cut off in the field. Reapers, millers, women at home, and people on their way to and from church were killed.

 

Nearly every town in the Connecticut Valley was destroyed by the Indians, and the people suffered terribly. The Indians were very successful during the first year of the war. They lost but few warriors and did an immense amount of injury to the whites. This caused the young warriors to believe that Philip and the old warriors were wrong, and that it was really possible for them to drive the English from the country.

 

From: Legends and Stories from Martha’s Vineyard, Nantucket and Block Island

ISBN: 9781909302907

URL: http://abelapublishing.com/legends-and-stories-from-marthas-vineyard-nantucket-and-block-island_p31019862.htm

Legends and Stories from Martha’s Vineyard, Nantucket and Block Island – A Palisaded House

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cover – Legends and Stories from Martha’s Vineyard, Nantucket and Block Island

 

The Story of King Philip – X. PHILIP’S TROUBLES WITH THE WHITES

Ten years passed by peacefully, except for one little trouble, which occurred in 1667AD, six years after Philip became sachem. An Indian told the people at Plymouth that Philip had said that he wished the Dutch would beat the English in the war which was then being carried on between Holland and England.

The Plymouth people were very much surprised at this, and immediately called Philip to account. But he denied ever making any such statement, and offered to surrender all his arms to the English in order to show that he had no hostile designs against them. This satisfied the English. Everything went on quietly until 1671AD, when troubles between the two races finally began to arise.

 

In that year Philip complained that the English were not living up to their agreement which they had made with him ten years before. At the request of the people of Plymouth, Philip went to Taunton, a village near his hunting-grounds, and talked matters over with them.

 

He was accompanied by a band of warriors armed to the teeth and painted. The meeting was held in the little village church. Philip and his Indians sat on one side of the room and the English on the other.

 

A man from Boston, who was thought to be friendly to both parties, was chosen to preside over the meeting. Then the Indians and the settlers made speeches, one after the other, just as is done in meetings to-day.

 

Philip admitted that lately he had begun to prepare for war, and also that some of his Indians had not treated the whites justly. But he also showed that the English were arming themselves, and that many of them had cheated the Indians when dealing with them.

 

Philip said that he preferred peace to war, and had only armed his warriors in self-defense. Finally, it was decided to make a new treaty.

Here is a copy of the new treaty as it was drawn up. Notice the quaint way of expressing the ideas, and also, that many words are not spelled as we spell them to-day. Notice, too, how one-sided the treaty is, and that it is signed only by Philip and the Indians.

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A FACSIMILE OF THE TREATY MADE AT TAUNTON, APRIL 10, 1671.

 

Whereas my Father, my Brother, and myself have formerly submitted ourselves and our people unto the Kings Majesty of England, and this Colony of New-Plymouth, by solemn Covenant under our Hand, but I having of late through my indiscretion, and the naughtiness of my heart, violated and broken this my Covenant with my friends by taking up arms, with evill intent against them, and that groundlessly; I being now deeply sensible of my unfaithfulness and folly, do desire at this time solemnly to renew my Covenant with my ancient Friends and my Father’s friends above mentioned; and doe desire this may testifie to the world against me, if ever I shall again fail in my faithfulness towards them (that I have now and at all times found so kind to me) or any other of the English colonyes; and as a reall Pledge of my true Intentions, for the future to be faithful and friendly, I doe freely ingage to resign up unto the Government of New-Plymouth, all my English Armes to be kept by them for their security, so long as they shall see reason. For true performance of the Premises I have hereunto set my hand together with the rest of my council.

In the presence of:

 

The Mark of    Philip, Chief Sachem of Pokanoket

William Davis.

The Mark of    Tavoser

William Hudson.        —— ——

Capt. Wisposke

Thomas Brattle           —— ——

Woonkaponehunt      —— ——

Nimrod

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But Philip doubted the sincerity of the English. He hesitated to give up his arms. Then the settlers ordered him to come to Plymouth and explain why.

 

Instead of obeying, he went to Boston and complained there of the treatment he had received. He said that his father, his brother, and himself had made treaties of friendship with the English which the latter were trying to turn into treaties of subjection. He said he was a subject of the King of England, but not of the colony of Plymouth, and he saw no reason why the people of Plymouth should try to treat him as a subject.

 

The people of Massachusetts again made peace between Philip and the settlers at Plymouth. But it could not long continue, for each side had now become thoroughly suspicious of the other.

 

In 1674AD, an Indian reported to the settlers that Philip was trying to get the sachems of New England to wage war on the whites. A few days later, that Indian’s dead body was found in a lake. The English arrested three Indians and tried them for the murder. They were found guilty and were executed, although the evidence against them was of such a character that it would not have been admitted in a court of justice against a white man.

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