A Key Into the Language of America, or an Help to the Language of the Natives in That Part of America Called New-England: Together with Briefe Observations of the Customes, Manners, and Worships, &c. of the Aforesaid Natives, etc.Williams, Roger
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A Key Into the Language of America, or an Help to the Language of the Natives in That Part of America Called New-England: Together with Briefe Observations of the Customes, Manners, and Worships, &c. of the Aforesaid Natives, etc.
Williams, Roger
Narragansett Indians; Narragansett language
Néchuse ewò, This is my Associate.
Wechussittûock, They joyne together.
Nwéche kokkéwem, I will be mad with him.
Chickauta wêtu, An house fired.
Once lodging in an Indian house full of people the whole company
(Women especially) cryed out in apprehension that the Enemy had fired
the House, being about Midnight: The house was fired but not by an
Enemy: The Men ran up on the house top, and with their naked hands
beat out the fire: One scorcht his leg, and suddenly after they came
into the house againe, and undauntedly cut his leg with a Knife to
let out the burnt blood.
Yo ánawhone, There I am wounded.
Missínnege, A Captaine.
Nummissinnám ewo, This is my captive.
Waskeiûhettimmitch, At beginning of the fight.
Nickqueintónckquock, They come against us.
Nickqueintouôog, I will make warre upon them.
Nippauquanaúog, I will destroy them.
Queintauatíttea, Let us goe against them.
Kunnauntatáuhuckqun, He comes to kill you.
Paúquana, There is a slaughter.
Pequttôog paúquanan, The Pequts are slaine.
Awaun Wuttúnnene? Who have the Victory.
Tashittáwho? How many are slaine?
Neestáwho, Two are slaine.
Puickqunneánna, Ten are slaine.
Obs: Their Warres are farre lesse bloudy, and devouring then the
cruell Warres of Europe; and seldome twentie slaine in a pitch
field: partly because when they fight in a wood every Tree is a
Bucklar. When they fight in a plaine, they fight with leaping and
dancing, that seldome, an Arrow hits, and when a man is wounded,
unlesse he that shot followes upon the wounded, they soone retire
and save the wounded: and yet having no Swords nor Guns, all that
are slaine are commonly slain with great valour and Courage: for the
Conquerour ventures into the thickest, and brings away the Head of
his Enemy.
Niss-níssoke, Kill, kill.
Kúnnish, I will kill you.
Kunnìshickqun ewò, He will kill you.
Kunnìshickquock, They will kill you.
Siuckissûog, They are stout men.
Nickummissúog, They are Weake.
Nnickummaunamaûog, I shall easily vanquish them.
Neene núppamen, I am dying.
Cowaúnckamish, Quarter, quarter.
Kunnanaumpasúmmish, Mercy, Mercy.
Kekuttokaúnta, Let us parley.
Aquétuck, Let us cease Armes.
Wunnishaûnta, Let us agree.
Cowammáunsh, I love you.
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