quenched the fierce spirit of savage independence.
They loved the crums from the white man's table.
But the Pokanokets had always rejected the Christian
faith and the Christian
manners; and Massasoit
had desired to insert in a treaty,1
what the Puritans never permitted, that the English
should never attempt to convert the warriors of his tribe from the religion of their race.
The aged Massasoit
——he who had welcomed the Pilgrims to the soil of New England
, and had opened his cabin to shelter the founder of Rhode Island
—now slept with his fathers; and his son, Philip of Pokanoket, had succeeded him as chief over allied tribes.
Repeated sales of land had narrowed their domains; and the English
had artfully crowded them into the tongues of land, as ‘most suitable and convenient for them.’2
There they could be more easily watched; for the frontiers of the narrow peninsulas were inconsiderable.
Thus the two chief seats of the Pokanokets were the necks of land, which we now call Bristol
As population pressed upon otter savages, the west was open; but as the English
villages drew nearer and nearer to them, their huntinggrounds were put under culture; and as the ever-urgent importunity of the English
was quieted but for a season by partial concessions from the unwary Indians
, their natural parks were turned into pastures; their best fields for planting corn were gradually alienated; their fisheries were impaired by more skilful methods; and, as wave after wave succeeded, they found themselves deprived of their broad acres, and, by their own legal contracts, driven as it were into the sea.
Collisions and mutual distrust were the necessary