Now to speak something of their Marriages, the Kings and the _Powwows_, or great Doctors, may have two or three Wives, but seldom use it, Men of ordinary Rank having but one; which disproves the report, that they had eight or ten Wives apiece. When a Man hath a desire to Marry, he first gets the good will of the Maid or Widow, after, the consent of her Friends for her part; and for himself, if he be at his own disposing, and if the King will, the Match is made, her Dowry of _Wampompeage_ paid, the _Sagamore_ or King (who for every Marriage hath a Fathom of _Wampompeage_, which is about the value of seven or eight shillings) joyns their Hands, never to part till Death, unless she prove a Whore, for which they may put away their Wives. [Sidenote: Of their Worship, Invocations, and Conjurations.] As it is natural to all Mortals to worship something, so do these People, but exactly to describe to whom their Worship is chiefly bent, is very difficult: They acknowledge especially two, _Ketan_, some say _Tantum_, their good God, and _Hobamocco_, some say _Squantum_, their evil God; to _Ketan_ they Sacrifice (as the ancient _Heathens_ did to _Ceres_) after their Garners be full with a good Crop. They likewise Invocate this God for fair Weather, for Rain in time of Drought, and for the recovery of their Sick; but if they do not hear them, then they verrifie the old Verse, _Flectere si nequeo Superos Acheronta movebo_, their _Powwows_ betaking themselves to their Exorcismes and Necromantick Charms, by which they bring to pass strange things, if we may believe the _Indians_, who report of one _Pissacannaw_, that he could make the Water burn, the Rocks move, the Trees dance, and metamorphose himself into a flaming Man. In Winter, when there is no green Leaves to be got, he would out of the Ashes of an old Leaf, calcin’d and put into the Water, produce a new green Leaf: And of a dead Snakes Skin, a living Snake, both to be seen, felt and heard. The manner of their action in their Conjuration is thus: The Parties that are sick or lame being brought before them, the _Powwow_ sitting down, the rest of the Indians giving attentive audience to his Imprecations and Invocations, and after the violent expression of many a hideous bellowing and groaning he makes a stop, and then all the Auditors with one voice utter a short _Canto_; which done, the _Powwow_ still proceeds in his Invocations, sometimes roaring like a Bear, other times groaning like a dying Horse, foaming at the Mouth like a chased Boar, smiting on his naked Brest and Thighs with such violence, as if he were mad: Thus will he continue sometimes half a day, spending his Lungs, sweating out his Fat, and tormenting his Body in this diabolical Worship. Sometimes the Devil, for requital of their Worship, recovers the Party, to nuzzle them up in their devillish Religion. But since the _English_ (upon whom, and in whose presence it is said the _Powwows_ could never work their Witchcrafts) frequented