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Decennium luctuosum. An history of remarkable occurrences, in the long war, which New-England hath…
Decennium luctuosum. An history of remarkable occurrences, in the long war, which New-England hath had with the Indian savages, from the year, 1688. To the year 1698. / Faithfully composed and improved. ; [One line of quotation in Latin]
printed by B. Green for Samuel Phillips, 1699
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
He then added; The French have put Poison in to this Good Drink; They tell you, that you must confess your Sins to a Priest, and carry skins to a Priest, and Submit unto a Penance enjoined by • Priest; and this Priest is to give you a Pardon. There is no need of all This: 'Tis nothing but French Poison, all of it.
He then added; The French have put Poison in to this Good Drink; They tell you, that you must confess your Sins to a Priest, and carry skins to a Priest, and Submit unto a Penance enjoyned by • Priest; and this Priest is to give you a Pardon. There is no need of all This: 'Tis nothing but French Poison, all of it.
The Wretches appearing astonished, to meet with one who would so fairly put them into a glorious way to obtain the Pardon of their Sins, and yet take no Beaver Skins for it: in a Rapture of Astonishment, they fell down on their knees, and got his Hand into theirs, and fell to kissing of it with an Extreme show of Affection.
The Wretches appearing astonish'd, to meet with one who would so fairly put them into a glorious way to obtain the Pardon of their Sins, and yet take no Bever Skins for it: in a Rapture of Astonishment, they fell down on their knees, and got his Hand into theirs, and fell to kissing of it with an Extream show of Affection.
He shaking them off, with dislike of their posture, Bommaseen with the rest of them stood ⟨p. 131⟩up; and first lifting up his Eyes, and Hands, to Heaven; declaring, That God should be Judge of his Heart in what he said; he then said, Sir, I thank you for these Things; I Resolve to Spit up all the French Poison; You shall be my Father; I will be your Son; I beseech you, to continue, to Instruct me, in that Religion, which may bring me to the Salvation of my Soul! — Now, God knows, what Heart this Indian had, when he so Expressed himself: To Him let us leave it.