on and his brother William, who had been fish dealers in
London, were on board with equipment for one settlement, while David
Thompson had charge of the other.

From the map which Captain John Smith had made, the Piscataqua River was
found. Here the coast was thoroughly studied. Thompson selected for
building the very point at which Monsieur Champlain once stopped. But the
Hilton brothers preferred river fishing and continued some eight miles up
stream to a point of land called by the Indians, Winnichannat. It later
became a part of Dover.

Thompson's location was at the mouth of a small stream, which led to the
main river. He called it Little Harbor. The hillock on which he planned
to build gave a commanding view of the ocean. At the west stretched a
salt marsh, of great value to a plantation.

Small log cabins were quickly constructed, and also a secure building for
the abundant provisions. Roger worked with the men in landing barrels of
pork, kegs of molasses, sacks of oats, and boxes of candles. A securely
fastened door not only protected these supplies from the weather, but
also kept off the prowling beasts that might find comfortable living on
such food.

When the excitement of landing and the newness of this life began to wear
away, the days seemed much alike. Roger asked one morning, "Father, shall
we see no one but each other again today?"

"That is all, my boy, for the Plymouth Colony is many miles to the south,
and there are only a few people between that settlement and our own. The
Indians are probably up river now for their spring fishing."

Roger had been eager to see an Indian, though he had hoped he might not
be alone, for he rather feared them.

The days wore on with much monotony. The carpenters were busy building
the Manor-house. A few men were planting only the most necessary crops.
Others were making arrangements for the manufacture of salt, which was of
first importance. Otherwise fish could not be preserved for the markets
of England.

One day something did happen. At dusk Roger passed the cabin where
provisions were stored and found the door wide open. It was a law of the
settlement that that door be kept closed and barred.

The boy darted in to see if any one was there. Peering about the kegs and
boxes he met a pair of glaring, fiery eyes that glowed through the gloom
between himself and the doorway. He screamed. The creature crouched. An
added horror came when Roger glanced at the doo