ays later several Redskins came to his shop and warned
him to move away from the place, threatening, if he did not do so, to
burn his buildings and goods.

The Indians did not trouble him further until the middle of November,
when about thirty of them came to his place of business with beaver,
otter, raccoon, mink and other skins. These he took in exchange for
blankets, powder and other goods, the Indians appearing well satisfied
with the exchange. About a fortnight later the Indians again returned in
numbers, accompanied by a white man who acted as spokesman. The white
man, a peculiar looking character, with one eye looking due north and
the other due east, from beneath a forehead very much resembling that of
a monkey, stuttered out to Captain G.: "We-e-e-e co-co-me t-t-to
war-war-warn you t-to g-g-g-git ou-out. Th-the la-lan-lands ar-are Free
n-sh le-le-lands, an-and th-the In-in-d-dans we-we-will dri-dri-drive
aw-all de-de-damd E-e-en-glis way, an-an gi-gi-give the-the-em
b-b-b-back to Fre-e-e-nsh." The Indians and their low-browed, cross-eyed
spokesman then left the Captain's place of business without uttering
another word. On Christmas day, 1770, or about one month after their
last visit, eight of the Indians, accompanied by two squaws, returned to
the store at Grimross Neck and whooped out in tones of fury, "Fire,
blood, scalps."

Captain Godfrey immediately barred his shop door, and also the door of
his house, seeing that the savages were bent on mischief. The children
were inside the store and house, and were terrified and trembling. At
length the Redskins became so excited and noisy and so wild in their
movements, that the place seemed like a pandemonium. They were-armed,
each one having a knife about ten inches in length stuck in his belt.

Captain Godfrey consulted with his wife as to the wisest course to be
pursued, but no definite line of action was arranged. The two old
muskets were in the bedroom, loaded, not having been discharged since
they were fired off on leaving Fort Frederick. The Captain's wife ran to
the room and brought out both guns into the kitchen. She handed one to
her husband remarking, "if the brutes attempt to force their way into
the house shoot the first one that puts his moccasin over the door
sill." At this time the howling, yelling and cursing of the
blood-thirsty fiends would strike terror into the stoutest heart.
Finally they took up a large stick of wood that was lying near the