shillings in fees.

The four quarters of King Philip were hung to the branches of a tree.
The head was stuck upon a gibbet at Plymouth for twenty years. The
hand was kept at Boston. Caleb Cook traded with Alderman for King
Philip's gun; and King Philip's wife and little boy were sold as slaves
in the West Indies.

Now the Terror of New England had been subdued. He had been leading
such a sorry life, of late, that no doubt he was glad to be done, and
to have fallen in his stride and not in chains. His age is not stated.

Thus peace came to the colony of Plymouth in Massachusetts, and King
Philip had few left to mourn for him, until, after a season, even some
of the English writers, their spirit softened, began to grant that he
might have been as much a patriot as a traitor.

In another century, the colonists themselves rebelled against a
government which they did not like.

CHAPTER V

THE SQUAW SACHEM OF POCASSET (1675-1676)]

AND CANONCHET OF THE BIG HEART

When King Philip had planned his war, he well knew that he might depend
upon Wetamoo, the squaw sachem of Pocasset.

After the death of the luckless Alexander, Wetamoo married a Pocasset
Indian named Petananuit. He was called by the English "Peter Nunnuit."
This Peter Nunnuit appears to have been a poor sort of a husband, for
he early deserted to the enemy, leaving his wife to fight alone.

Wetamoo was not old. She was in the prime of life, and as an Indian
was beautiful. Not counting her faithless husband, only one of her
Pocassets had abandoned her. He was that same Alderman who betrayed
and killed King Philip.

In the beginning Queen Wetamoo had mustered three hundred warriors.
She stuck close to King Philip, and fought in his ranks. She probably
was in the fatal Narragansett fort when it was stormed and taken, on
December 19, 1675. The English much desired to seize her, for her
lands of Pocasset "would more than pay all the charge" of the war. She
was considered as being "next unto Philip in respect to the mischief
that hath been done."

But she was not taken in the fort among the Narragansetts. She fled
with King Philip her brother-in-law, and warred that winter and spring,
as he did, against the settlements in Massachusetts.

Truly a warrior queen she was, and so she remained to the last, ever
loyal to the losing cause of her grand sachem, and to the memory of
Alexander.

With Philip she was driven southward, back toward her