y and
separated by only a narrow strait from Mount Hope, on the north.

There he had word, in much haste, that one of King Philip's men was
waiting, to guide him to a swamp where the sachem might be killed.

The name of the King Philip man was Alderman, in English. His brother
had proposed to King Philip that they all surrender, and King Philip
had struck him dead. So revenge burned in Alderman's heart, and he
turned traitor. He was of the Queen Wetamoo people, but had deserted
her, also.

Upon getting word of King Philip's whereabouts, so near at hand,
Captain Church kissed his wife goodby, and gladly mounted his horse
again--hoping, he said, "by tomorrow morning to have the rogue's head."

This night Alderman guided the captain's force truly. They had not far
to go--only a dozen or so miles up the Mount Hope peninsula, to the
narrow neck. The captain was well acquainted with the exact spot: a
little isle of dry land in the midst of the swamp.

On the morning of August 12 he had his men arranged silently. Captain
Golding was given the "honor of beating up Philip's headquarters."
With a picked party, crawling on their bellies, he entered, to surprise
the little isle, and drive out the game.

Throughout the swamp the other men were placed, two (a white man and an
Indian) by two, behind trees, "that none might pass undiscovered."
When the enemy should be started in flight, then all the attacking
party were to make a great noise. Every figure moving without noise
was to be fired upon by the ambuscade.

There were not quite enough men to complete the circle of the
ambuscade. However, Captain Church took his aide, Major Sanford, by
the hand, and said: "Sir, I have so placed the men that it is scarce
possible Philip should escape them." There was no thought of sparing
King Philip's life. He was an outlaw.

Just as the captain finished his hopeful speech, a gun-shot echoed
through the misty gray. Captain Golding's men had come upon one
Indian, and had fired, and then had poured a volley into the sleeping
camp.

Again from the harried band rose the cry "Awannux! Awannux! (English!
English!)" and into the swamp they plunged.

Caleb Cook and Alderman the guide had been stationed together behind a
tree. At the first gun-shot, says the Captain Church story, King
Philip "threw his petunk (shot pouch) and powder-horn over his head,
catched up his gun, and ran as fast as he could scamper, without any
more cl