Obs: The Sachims, although they have an absolute Monarchie over the people: yet they will not conclude of ought that concernes all, either Lawes, or Subsidies, or warres, unto which the People are averse, and by gentle perswasion cannot be brought. Peyaùtch naûgum, Let himselfe come here. Pétiteatch, Let him come. Mishaúntowash, Speake out. Nanántowash, Speake plaine. Kunnadsíttamenwèpe, You must inquire after this. Wunnadsittamútta, Let us search into it. Neen pitch-nnadsittamen, I will inquire into it. Machíssu ewò, He is naught. Cuttiantacompáwwem, You are a lying fellow. Cuttiantakiskquâwquaw, You are a lying woman. Wèpe cukkúmmoot, You have stole. Mat méshnawmônash, I did not see those things. Màt mèshnummanmenash, I did not take them. Wèpekunnishquêko cummiskissawwaw, You are fierce and quarrelsome. Obs: I could never discerne that excesse of scandalous sins amongst them, which Europe aboundeth with. Drunkennesse and gluttony, generally they know not what sinnes they be; and although they have not so much to restraine them (both in respect of knowledge of God and Lawes of Men) as the English have, yet a man shall never heare of such crimes amongst them of robberies, murthers, adulteries, &c. as amongst the English: I conceive that the glorious Sunne of so much truth as shines in England, hardens our English hearts; for what the Sunne softeneth not, it hardens. Tawhìtch yó enêan? Why doe you so? Tawhìtch cummootóan? Why doe you steale? Tawhìtch nanompaniêan? Why are you thus idle or base? Wewhepapúnnoke, Bind him. Wèpe kunnishaûmis, You kild him. Wépe kukkemineantín, You are the murtherer. Sasaumitaúwhitch, Let him be whipt. Upponckquittaúwhitch, Let him be imprisoned. Níppitch ewó, Let him die. Niphéttitch, Let them die. Niss-Nìssoke, Kill him. Púm-púmmoke, Shoot him. Obs: The most usuall Custome amongst them in executing punishments, is for the Sachim either to beate, or whip, or put to death with his owne hand, to which the common sort most quietly submit: Though sometimes the Sachim sends a secret executioner one of his chiefest Warriours to fetch off a head, by some sudden unexpected blow of a Hatchet, when they have feared Mutiny by publike execution. Kukkeechequaûbenitch, You shall be hanged. Níppansínnea, I am innocent. Uppansínea-ewo, He is innocent. Matmeshnowaûwon, I knew nothing of it.