But the Winter must not pass over, without a Storm of Blood! The Popish Indians, after long Silence and Repose, in their Inaccessible Kennels, which made our Frontier Towns, a little Remit their Tired Vigilance, did, Janu. 25. 1691. Set upon the Town of York, where the Inhabitants were in their unguarded Houses, here and there Scattered, Quiet and Secure. Upon the Firing of a Gun by the Indians, which was their Signal, the Inhabitants looked out, but unto their Amazement, found their Houses to be Invested with horrid Salvages, who immediately killed many of ⟨p. 84⟩those unprovided Inhabitants, and more they took Prisoners. This Body of Indians, Consisting of diverse Hundreds, then sent in their Summons, to some of the Garrisoned Houses; and those Garrisons whereof some had no more than Two or Three Men in them, yet being so well Manned, as to Reply, That they would Spend their Blood unto the last Drop, ere they would Surrender; these Cowardly Miscreants had not mettle enough to meddle with 'em. So they Retired into their Howling Thickets, having first Murdered about Fifty, and Captived near an Hundred, of that unhappy People. In this Calamity, great was the Share, that fell to the Family of Mr. SHUBAEL DUMMER, the Pastor of the Little Flock thus preyed upon Those Blood-Hounds, being set on by some Romish Missionaries, had long been wishing, that they might Em•r•e their Hands, in the Blood of some New English MINISTER; and in this Action, they had their Diabolical Satisfaction. Our Dummer, the Minister of York, was One, of whom, for his Exemplary Holiness, Humbleness, Modesty, Industry, and Fidelity, The World was not Worthy. He was a Gentleman Well-Descended, Well-Tempered, Well-Educated; and now short of Sixty years of Age. He might have taken for his Coat of Arms, the same that the Holy Martyr Hooper Prophetically did, A Lamb in a Flaming Bush, with Rays from Heaven shining •n it. He had been Solicited with many ⟨p. 85⟩Temptations, to Leave his Place, when the Clouds grew Thick and Black, in the Indian Hostilities, and were like to break upon it; but he chose rather, with a paternal Affection to stay amongst those, who had been, so many of them, Converted and Edified by his Ministry; and he spent very much of his own Patrimony to Subsist among them, when their Distresses made them unable to support him, as otherwise they would have done.
BUt the Winter must not pass over, without a Storm of Blood! The Popish Indians, after long Silence and Repose, in their Inaccessible Kennels, which made our Frontier Towns, a little Remit their Tired Vigilance, did, Janu. 25. 1691. Set upon the Town of York, where the Inhabitants were in their unguarded Houses, here and there Scattered, Quiet and Secure. Upon the Firing of a Gun by the Indians, which was their Signal, the Inhabitants looked out, but unto their Amazement, found their Houses to be Invested with horrid Salvages, who immediately kill'd many of ⟨p. 84⟩those unprovided Inhabitants, and more they took Prisoners. This Body of Indians, Consisting of diverse Hundreds, then sent in their Summons, to some of the Garrison'd Houses; and those Garrisons whereof some had no more than Two or Three Men in them, yet being so well Mann'd, as to Reply, That they would Spend their Blood unto the last Drop, e're they would Surrender; these Cowardly Miscreants had not mettle enough to meddle with 'em. So they Retired into their Howling Thickets, having first Murdered about Fifty, and Captived near an Hundred, of that unhappy People. In this Calamity, great was the Share, that fell to the Family of Mr. SHUBAEL DUMMER, the Pastor of the Little Flock thus prey'd upon Those Blood-Hounds, being set on by some Romish Missionaries, had long been wishing, that they might Em•r•e their Hands, in the Blood of some New English MINISTER; and in this Action, they had their Diabolical Satisfaction. Our Dummer, the Minister of York, was One, of whom, for his Exemplary Holin•s•, Humbleness, Modesty, Industry, and Fidelity, The World was not Worthy. He was a Gentleman Well-Descended, Well-Tempered, Well-Educated; and now short of Sixty years of Age. He might have taken for his Coat of Arms, the same that the Holy Martyr Hooper Prophetically did, A Lamb in a Flaming Bush, with Rayes from Heaven shining •n it. He had been Sollicited with many ⟨p. 85⟩Temptations, to Leave his Place, when the Clouds grew Thick and Black, in the Indian Hostilities, and were like to break upon it; but he chose rather, with a paternal Affection to stay amongst those, who had been, so many of them, Converted and Edified by his Ministry; and he spent very much of his own Patramony to Subsist among them, when their Distresses made them unable to support him, as otherwise they would have done.
