ve a sermon sometimes ten or twelve of the
Indians will attend, each having in his mouth a long tobacco
pipe made by himself, and will stand awhile and look.
Afterwards they will ask me what I was doing, and what I
wanted, that I stood there alone and made so many words and
none of the rest might speak.

"I tell them that I admonish the Christians that they must
not steal or drink, or commit murder, or do anything wrong,
and that I intend, after a while, to come and preach to them
when I am acquainted with their language. They say that I do
well in teaching the christians, but immediately add, 'Why
do so many christians do these things?'"

This was several years before John Eliot commenced preaching the
gospel to the Indians near Boston. Kieft very earnestly applied to the
English colony at New Haven for assistance against the Indians. The
proposal was submitted to the General Court. After mature
deliberation, it was decided that the Articles of Confederation
between the New England colonies prohibited them from engaging
separately in war; and that moreover "they were not satisfied that the
Dutch war with the Indians was just."

The Dutch Director, thus disappointed in obtaining assistance from the
English, was roused to the energies of desperation. The spirit of the
people also rose to meet the emergency. It was determined to commence
the most vigorous offensive measures against the savages.

We have not space to enter into the details of this dreadful war. We
will record one of its sanguinary scenes, as illustrative of many
others. The Connecticut Indians, in the vicinity of Greenwich, had
joined the allied tribes, and were becoming increasingly active in
their hostility. Ensign Van Dyck was dispatched with one hundred and
fifty men in three vessels. The expedition landed at Greenwich. The
Indian warriors, over five hundred in number, were assembled in a
strongly palisaded village in the vicinity of Stamford.

It was midnight in February, 1644, when the expedition approached the
Indian village. All the day long the men had toiled through the snow.
It was a wintry night, clear and cold, with a full moon whose rays,
reflected by the dazzling surface of hill and valley, were so
brilliant that "many winter days were not brighter."

The Dutch, discharging a volley of bullets upon the doomed village,
charged, sword in hand. The savages, emboldened by their superi