"Then I began a Court among the Indians, and first I approved their teacher, Sampson, and their constable, Black James,[20] giving each of them a charge to be diligent and faithful in their places. Also I exhorted the people to yield obedience to the gospel of Christ and to those set in order there. Then published a warrant or order, that I had prepared, empowering the constable to suppress drunkenness, Sabbath breaking, especially powowing and idolatry. And, after warning given, to apprehend all delinquents and bring them before authority to answer for their misdoings; the smaller faults to bring before Watasacompamun, ruler of the Nipmuck country; for idolatry and powowing to bring them before me: So we took leave of this people of Wabquissit, and about eleven o'clock returned back to Maanexit and Chabanakougkomun, where we lodged this night." History fails to locate the spot where John Eliot's sermon to the Indians of Woodstock was delivered, but tradition points to "Pulpit Rock," so-called, under the aged chestnut trees of the McClellan farm near the "Old Hall"[21] road. But Eliot's good work in the Nipmuck country was destroyed when King Philip's war broke out in 1675. In August of that year a company of Providence men journeyed as far as Wabbaquasset, thinking that possibly King Philip himself had escaped thither.[22] They found an Indian fort a mile or two west of Woodstock Hill, but no Indians. A party from Norwich in June of the following year also found deserted Wabbaquasset and the other Praying Villages. Desolation and devastation followed the disappearance of the Red Man. The Nipmuck country became more a wilderness than ever, forsaken of its aboriginal inhabitants whose barbaric tenure could not stand against a superior civilization. "Forgotten race, farewell! Your haunts we tread, Our mighty rivers speak your words of yore, Our mountains wear them on their misty head, Our sounding cataracts hurl them to the shore; But on the lake your flashing oar is still, Hush'd is your hunter's cry on dale and hill, Your arrow stays the eagle's flight no more, And ye, like troubled shadows, sink to rest In unremember'd tombs, unpitied and unbless'd."[23] IV.