Look!" And he lifted the blanket off from his shoulder, and showed the marks of the whip thereon.
"Well, well, Simon," said Mr.Saltonstall, "you do know that our people then were much frightened by what the Indians had done in other places, and they feared you would join them.

But it is all over now, and you have all the woods to yourself to range in; and if you would let alone strong drink, you would do well." "Who makes strong drink ?" asked the Indian, with an ugly look.

"Who takes the Indian's beaver-skins and corn for it?
Tell me that, Captain." So saying, he put his pack on his back, and calling a poor, lean dog, that was poking his hungry nose into Madam's pots and kettles, he went off talking to himself.
NEWBURY, December 6.
We got back from Haverhill last night, Doctor Clark accompanying us, he having business in Newbury.

When we came up to the door, Effie met us with a shy look, and told her mistress that Mrs.Prudence (uncle's spinster cousin) had got a braw auld wooer in the east room; and surely enough we found our ancient kinswoman and Deacon Dole, a widower of three years' standing, sitting at the supper-table.

We did take note that the Deacon had on a stiff new coat; and as for Aunt Prudence (for so she was called in the family), she was clad in her bravest, with a fine cap on her head.