The English pursued the war with unabated determination, and, in the spring of 1676, were in most cases victorious. Jealousies had also arisen among the tribes themselves, and many submitted, while others fled to the north. Philip was like a hunted wild beast; he fled from one tribe to another, endeavouring still to rouse them against the whites. In vain had the Mohawks urged upon him submission; he gave the warrior his death-blow who spoke of peace; and now, twelve months after the war broke out, he returned to Mount Hope, which was still held by him, by his relative Witamo, the squaw-sachem of Pocasset. Philip was watched narrowly by Captain Church, who at length surprised his camp, killed a considerable number of his people, and took captive his wife and son. The elders deliberated long on the fate of this child, the youngest branch of the family of the friendly Massasoit; many were for putting him to death, but finally he was sold as a slave in Bermuda, which was the hapless fate of many another noble son of the forest. Witamo shared the calamities of Philip; her people were killed, and she herself drowned while crossing a river. Her body, however, was recovered, and the head, being cut off, was set upon a pole, “amid the scoffs and jeers of the soldiers, and the tears and lamentations of the Indians.” Philip still lurked in the swamps, where he was now beset on all hands, and at length, when endeavouring to make his escape, was shot through the heart by one of his own nation who had deserted to the English. His dead body was beheaded and quartered. One of his hands was given to the Indian who shot him, and five days afterwards, on the day appointed to be kept as “a solemn thanksgiving to God,” his head was carried in triumph to Plymouth. Through this terrible war the Mohegans had remained faithful to the English, and no blood had been shed in happy Connecticut. The war was at an end, but vengeance was not yet appeased. Many chiefs, noted warriors of their respective tribes, were executed at Boston and Plymouth; 200 Indians, who had on one occasion come to treat of peace, were treacherously taken prisoners and carried to Boston, where some were hanged, and others sold as slaves. A bloodthirsty and remorseless spirit governed the whole colony. The captives who fell to the share of the Rhode Islanders were treated with somewhat more mercy; they were distributed among the different families as servants or slaves. To Roger Williams a boy was thus apportioned. The losses of the English are thus estimated: twelve or thirteen towns destroyed; 600 men, chiefly young men, killed; 600 houses burned. Of the able-bodied men of the colony one in twenty had fallen, and one family in twenty had been burnt out. Scarcely a family existed which had not lost a member. Peace, however, was now generally established; though in Maine and New Hampshire the tribes remained hostile for yet two years.