went out of the wigwam, and by and by sent in an Indian called
James the Printer, who told Mr. Hoar, that my master would let
me go home tomorrow, if he would let him have one pint of
liquors. Then Mr. Hoar called his own Indians, Tom and Peter,
and bid them go and see whether he would promise it before them
three; and if he would, he should have it; which he did, and he
had it. Then Philip smelling the business called me to him, and
asked me what I would give him, to tell me some good news, and
speak a good word for me. I told him I could not tell what to
give him. I would [give him] anything I had, and asked him what
he would have? He said two coats and twenty shillings in money,
and half a bushel of seed corn, and some tobacco. I thanked him
for his love; but I knew the good news as well as the crafty
fox. My master after he had had his drink, quickly came ranting
into the wigwam again, and called for Mr. Hoar, drinking to him,
and saying, he was a good man, and then again he would say,
"hang him rogue." Being almost drunk, he would drink to him,
and yet presently say he should be hanged. Then he called for
me. I trembled to hear him, yet I was fain to go to him, and he
drank to me, showing no incivility. He was the first Indian I
saw drunk all the while that I was amongst them. At last his
squaw ran out, and he after her, round the wigwam, with his
money jingling at his knees. But she escaped him. But having
an old squaw he ran to her; and so through the Lord's mercy, we
were no more troubled that night. Yet I had not a comfortable
night's rest; for I think I can say, I did not sleep for three
nights together. The night before the letter came from the
council, I could not rest, I was so full of fears and troubles,
God many times leaving us most in the dark, when deliverance is
nearest. Yea, at this time I could not rest night nor day. The