A wild sight it was, the water swollen by the rains of the season, foaming and dashing among the rocks and the trees, which latter were wellnigh stripped of their leaves.

Leaving this place, we went on towards Haverhill.

Just before we entered that town, we overtook an Indian, with a fresh wolf's skin hanging over his shoulder.

As soon as he saw us, he tried to hide himself in the bushes; but Mr.Saltonstall, riding up to him, asked him if he did expect Haverhill folks to pay him forty shillings for killing that Amesbury wolf?
"How you know Amesbury wolf ?" asked the Indian.
"Oh," said Mr.Saltonstall, "you can't cheat us again, Simon.

You must be honest, and tell no more lies, or we will have you whipped for your tricks." The Indian thereupon looked sullen enough, but at length he begged Mr.Saltonstall not to tell where the wolf was killed, as the Amesbury folks did now refuse to pay for any killed in their town; and, as he was a poor Indian, and his squaw much sick, and could do no work, he did need the money.