The Dutch, by no means well pleased to see this new settlement of strangers on a coast which had so lately been in their own possession, asserted their claim, and might have proceeded to enforce it, but that the fame of Swedish valour in Europe was yet too great for them to venture more than a protest. The happy Scandinavians sent to their northern friends such attractive reports of the beautiful land, with its fine pasture grounds and affluent rivers, which was now the home of their adoption, that the desire for emigration was kindled on all hands, especially among the agricultural population of Sweden and Finland. Settlement after settlement extended itself; and finally, in order to maintain their ascendancy over the Dutch, who, to restrict their advance, had rebuilt their fort of Nassau on the Delaware, the Swedish governor, Printz, established himself, and built a fort on Trinicum island, a few miles below Philadelphia. Europeans had now planted themselves on the soil of Pennsylvania. The whole extent of the Delaware banks from the falls to the sea formed the province of New Sweden; and such emigrants from New England as had already penetrated thus far, either were driven out or submitted to the Swedish jurisdiction. Sir William Kieft was now and had been for two years, governor of New Netherlands, but the country did not flourish under him any more than it had done under his predecessor. On all hands difficulties surrounded him, and he was not of a character to overcome them. On the north, the English were gradually and steadily advancing; they had usurped Connecticut, till the Dutch alone could claim thirty acres round their trading station; the Swedes were on the south, and even Long Island was now occupied under a grant from an English earl. In vain did Kieft remonstrate and threaten; nobody seemed either to regard him or to respect the province of which he was the ruler—nay, even on one occasion, the arms of the Dutch were overthrown, and, in a spirit of derision, a fool’s head was placed in their stead. Meantime a tempest of another and more formidable kind was brooding and gathering strength over the fated New Netherlands. Quarrels had repeatedly occurred between unprincipled Dutch traders and intoxicated Indians. The vengeance of the Algonquins had, as we have seen, annihilated the little settlement on Staten Island, and now it was gathering its might for a feller swoop. An Indian boy of the Raritan tribe, who had witnessed the murder and robbery of his uncle by one of Peter Minuit’s people, vowed to avenge his death when he grew to man’s estate. And now he was a man grown, and thirsted to accomplish his vow. In 1641, the first onslaught was made, but with little effect; the Raritans were outlawed, and ten fathoms of wampum offered for every scalp.