infection spread widely.
It was therefore resolved to
remove him to England
in a ship that was just ready to set sail.
A warrant was accordingly sent to him to come to Boston
For the first time, he declined the summons of the court.
A pinnace was sent for him; the officers repaired to his house; he was no longer there.
Three days before, he had left Salem
, in winter snow and inclement weather, of which he remembered the severity even in his late old age. ‘For fourteen weeks, he was sorely tost in a bitter season, not knowing what bread or bed did mean.’1
Often in the stormy night he had neither fire, nor food, nor company; often he wandered with.
out a guide, and had no house but a hollow tree.2
But he was not without friends.
The same scrupulous respect for the rights of others, which had led him to defend the freedom of conscience, had made him also the champion of the Indians.
He had already been zealous to acquire their language, and knew it so well that he could debate with them in their own dialect During his residence at Plymouth
, he had often been the guest of the neighboring sachems; and now, when he came in winter to the cabin of the chief of Pokanoket, he was welcomed by Massasoit
; and ‘the barbarous heart of Canonicus
, the chief of the Narragansetts, loved him as his son to the last gasp.’
‘The ravens,’ he relates with gratitude, ‘fed me in the wilderness.’
And in requital for their hospitality, he was ever through his long life their friend and benefactor; the apostle of Christianity to them without hire, without weariness, and without impatience at their idolatry; the guardian of their rights; the pacificator,