you for your recent service to the
town and grants you pardon for your unseemly conduct in the meeting."

PEACE OR WARFARE

Since the days when Nonowit had welcomed the English to his shores and
had taught Roger Low the ways of the wood, there had been little serious
trouble between the white man and the red.

The New Hampshire coast was at this time fortified against an enemy from
over the seas, but the homes were rarely protected by palisades, save the
larger ones used as garrison houses, where the neighbors gathered in case
of an attack by Indians. Up to this time, however, there had been but
little need of the garrisons.

Roger Low had become the father of Jonathan, and even Jonathan now had a
boy Robert, for some fifty years had passed since Robert's grandfather
had crossed the ocean to this land. The Portsmouth house in which the
three lived had been the scene of Jonathan's boyhood and recalls the time
when his little sister, Mary, cut off her father's hair.

The winter months of 1675 had passed. Frightful stories of Indian
troubles were coming to the ears of the colonists. Robert Low had loved
to sit on his grandfather's knee and in the warm light of the hearth fire
to listen to stories of Indian life and of Nonowit, of whom nothing had
been heard for many years.

The two were sitting by the fire one evening, when Jonathan Low, leaving
them alone, had gone to Exeter for the night. A neighbor happened in. His
face was grave, and he shook his head in doubt as he seated himself on
the opposite settle.

"Philip, that chief in Massachusetts, the son of Massasoit, is a
dangerous fellow. He is turning his Indians against the white men. And
have you heard what has happened on the Saco River, at our east?"

Robert was alert for a new story, though his interest was now mingled
with a sense of fear.

"The squaw of the sachem Squando," continued the caller, "was crossing
the river in a canoe with her pappoose, when two sailors upset the craft
just for the sport of it. The child sank, but the mother dived to the
bottom and brought it up alive. Later the child died, and Squando is now
rousing the Indians of the east against the colonists. With Philip south
of us and Squando, a chief of wide influence, at the east, we stand in
great danger."

"Yet peace must exist between the white man and the red," confidently
replied the grandfather, "for Passaconaway, the great sachem of the
Penacooks, that wonderful chi