The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1910-03-17

taker with his bloody face and Whlskey
bottle in one hand. "1'll sell him cheap
to get rid of him." Silence, sir" said
J ohm Whitaker, sternly. Phillip stood
for some time with his head bowed in
sorrow Daddy will listen to your story
and help you, too, poor man." broke in
Maud, as she stepped up to him with a
look of pity in her eyes. ''Thank you,
lady," said Phillip, as he raised her hand
to his lips and kissed it. "God will bless
you for your kind words. Then looking at
her father again, Phillip continued: 81 told
you, Mr.. Whitaker, that l was not born
slave, which is true, for am the son of
that great Indian who came so near eX-
terminating the white colonists in North
America. Can it be possible" exclaim-
ed John Whitaker, ''that you are the
son of King Phillip, whom the Massachu-
sets colonists sent as slave to this is
land after his fathers cruel death. "
Eyes, l am that son., replied Phillip
proudly and grandson of Massasoit -
WELL" said John Whitaker as he stood
looking at Phillip, ''you come from a
brave and noble race and deserve bet
ter fate. Is your mother, who was sent
into. slavery with you, still living?" eyes,
sir, she is still living, but bowed with
age and sorrow these many years over
our sad fate," and the son of the great
head of the Wampanoags buried his face
in his hands and sobbed aloud. ''Oh
Daddy" exclaimed Maud, whose heart
was touched with pity as it had never
been before, what shame to treat an
intelligent slave as he has been treated.
'Now Daddy" she continued as she threw
her arms around his fathers neck and
kissed him, 81 want you to free him from
the Prime plantation and bring him home
here; won't you Daddy; do this please. )"
eyes | will do it," said John Whitaker,
as he held his daughters hand and look
ed earnestly into her bright eyes. ''Now
run back to the house with Nickie, !"
said he, as he looked at his daughter S
favorite dog standing at her side, who at
the mention of his name pricked up his
ears and began to wag his tail
Look here" said Mr.. Whitaker,
stepping up to Carl, 81 will take you at
your word and buy this slave,' point
ing to Phillip, land also the others of
the family. Tell your father that | will
be over in the morning and see him and
settle the matter "All right" replied
Carl, whose tongue was rather thick
with liquor, ''but it seem to me you are
making lot of fuss over a slave. -
THAT is my business, not yours, re-
piled Mr.. Whitaker rather holly. This
Philip is no ordinary slave, coming as he
does from an illustrious race of warriors.
and your treatment of him ought to bring
a blush of shame to your cheek, young
man. he Numbered, his eyes ablaze
with wrath. "He can stay over here
tonight and will furnish you two of my
men to row you home" cit is not neces-
sary,' replied Carl, jumping into the
b oatand picking up the oars, Jump in,
boys said he to his friends, and after
they were seated the boat was pushed
out into the water and rowed swiftly
toward St. George island.
Phillip nearly went wild with happi-
ness over his good fortune. On the NOR
row he and his family would be freed
from George Prime and from the cruelty
on his plantation. Falling on his knees
before John Whitaker he pressed his
hands and thanked him again and again
as his deliverer from cruel master.
An hour later Phillip lay on large
spring bed in one of the cabins on the
plantation, but then sleep was out of the
question, for the events of the evening
had stirred him greatly and he was too
happy to close his eyes. He thought of
his aged mother and of his wife and child,
and of how rejoiced they would be in the
morning when they learned what had
happened to him and to them. Never in
all his life had he laid in such fine bed,
and at last with a smile on his tired, vet
happy face, he fell asleep. How beauti-
full were his dreams during the hours of
the night. He had his family with him
in nice cabin on the Whitaker planta-
ton and his aged mother sat by the open
fire with contentment on her face, his
wife singing softly to herself while about
her work. He rocked his little son Alex
ander on his knee and told him stories of
his grandfather, the Great King Phillip,
and of the tragic death in the wilderness
of New England of.the one for whom he
was named some five years before the
war between the English and the Wam-
panoags broke out, which caused so much
suffering and sorrow in the colonies.
This little son that Phillip loved so
dearly, and who was very bright and
handsome, was named in honor of the
eldest son of Massasoit, whose Indian
name was Wamsutta, but whom the
English named Alexander, and whose
tragic death by the banks Of the Taun-
ton river placed upon the throne his
younger brother, Pometacone, whom the
English had named King Phillip.