Miles Standish, the Puritan CaptainAbbott, John S. C. (John Stevens Cabot)
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Miles Standish, the Puritan Captain
Abbott, John S. C. (John Stevens Cabot)
Standish, Myles, 1584?-1656
Much to the annoyance of the two Pilgrims appointed upon this mission
a party of ten or twelve lazy Indians, men, women and children,
uninvited, persistently tagged after them, often very vexatiously
intrusive, and ever clamorous to share their food.
The first day they travelled about fifteen miles, to an Indian
village called Namasket. It was situated upon a branch of what is now
called the Taunton River, within the limits of the present town of
Middleborough.
“Thither we came,” writes Mr. Winslow, “about three o’clock after noon;
the inhabitants entertaining us with joy, in the best manner they
could, giving us a kind of bread called by them _maizium_,[12] and the
spawn of shads, which they then got in abundance, insomuch that they
gave us spoons to eat them. With these they boiled musty acorns; but of
the shads we ate heartily.”
These Indians had probably all heard of the wonderful power of the
muskets of the white men, though, perhaps, none of them had ever seen
the effects accomplished by powder and ball. The crows troubled their
corn fields, and it was almost impossible for the Indians to get near
enough to these wary animals to hit them with the arrow. They begged
their guests to show them the power of their guns by shooting some
of these crows. There was one upon a tree at the distance of about
two hundred and forty feet. With intense interest the Indians watched
as they saw one of the Pilgrims take deliberate aim at the bird, and
when they heard the report, and saw the bird fall dead, struck by an
invisible shaft, their astonishment passed all bounds. Several crows
were thus shot, exciting the admiration and awe of all the savage
beholders.
As Squantum told the Pilgrims that it was more than a day’s journey
from Namasket to Pokanoket, or Mount Hope, where Massasoit resided, and
that there was a good place to pass the night about eight miles further
on their way, they decided to resume their journey. About sunset
they reached a small group of Indians at a place now called Titicut,
on Taunton River, in the northwest part of Middleborough, adjoining
Bridgewater.
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