the beaten sachem's forlorn camp. There he
captured Philip's wife, Woo-to-ne-kau-ske, and their little boy of nine
years.

The end of King Philip was very near. His relatives, even his
sister-in-law, Wetamoo, had died; his friends had deserted him; his
remaining family were in the hands of his enemies.

"You now have made Philip ready to die, for you have made him as poor
and miserable as he used to make the English," Captain Church's Indian
scouts praised. "You have now killed or taken all his relations. This
bout has almost broken his heart, and you will soon have his head."

The head of King Philip was indeed the prize. His escape north was
barred by a "great English army"; his flight southward into Rhode
Island was limited by the sea. His "kenneling places" (as they were
styled perhaps because of the dog's life that he was leading) were
constantly betrayed, and his force of true-hearts was melting like the
snows. But he received no offer of mercy. None was sent, and he asked
for none.

He doubled and twisted in vain, and tried an ambush. Captain Church
easily side-stepped this; and with only thirty English and twenty
Indian scouts, in two days killed or captured one hundred and
seventy-three more of the Philip people. Assuredly, King Philip was
growing weak. He might have listened to terms, but in those stern days
terms were not made with rebels, especially with troublesome Indians
who were assumed to be children of Satan.

Captain Church, urged on by the Plymouth government, closed in farther.
Now died two of King Philip's remaining captains. Sam Barrow, "as
noted a rogue as any among the enemy," was captured, and sentenced at
once to death, by Captain Church. He was an old man, but a hatchet was
sunk into his head.

Chief Totoson, with his eight-year boy and old wife, escaped and
reached Agawom, his former home. His little son fell sick; his own
heart "became a stone within him, and he died." His old wife threw
some brush and leaves over his body, and soon she, also, died. Thus
was the Totoson family disposed of.

Only old Annawan, Philip's greatest captain, was left with him. They
two, and their miserable band of men, women and children, sought last
refuge at the abandoned Mount Hope. Here they were, back again,
defeated, with nowhere else to turn.

On the morning of August 10 Captain Church was home, also, visiting his
wife. He lived on the island of Rhode Island, in Narragansett Ba