The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1910-03-24
The Queen of the Kennebec
Or the Last of the Wampanoa2s.
BY FRANK w. GOWEN.
NO. 6.

Twenty years had passed away since
John Whitaker took it upon himself to
free Phillip and his family from cruel
master, and during these years many
changes had been brought about. Phillip,
who had embraced the Christian religion,
together with his family, had risen to a
position of trust on the Whitaker plan
tation. He had surrounded his home
with comforts and a higher order of civili-
cation, while his son Alexander was a
fine and noble young man, given to read
ing and study.
Carl Prime had neglected to break the
black bottle and the black bottle had
broken him and he had filled drunkard' S
grave. John Whitaker was getting to
be an aged man, and had transferred
much of his large business interests to
his son-in-law, Paul Burns, who had been
married to his daughter Maud for several
wears. She was now a mother, and the
sweet voices of children echoed through
the great mansion and around the planta-
ton day by day, and grandpapa Whitta-
ker was never happier than when these
little ones were with him. The sweet
ness of his character and the purity Of
his private life made everyone love and
respect him, even to the children. But
tonight there was sorrow in the home OF
Phillip, for his aged mother lay dying
over the large cabin solemn hush reign
ed, broken only by the sobs of Phillip and
his family as they looked into the dying
ewes of the one who had borne much SUI
ferlng and who had been so dear to them.
This was the death bed of Wootomkan-
make, wife of King Phillip, who before
her marriage to the great warrior was
an Indian princess of the tribe OF the
Pocasset's. Phillip gave her spoon
ful of strong medicine, which revived
her for a time, and she opened her eyes,
and looking at magnificent belt OF
wampum which hung on the wall, and
which had adorned the person of her hus-
band when he sat in state, she point
ed her trembling hand towards it and
whispered huskily, ''Oh my loving Po-
metacom, none of our great people were
like thee; so true, so kind, so wise.
None defended the graves OF our faith
ers with such bravery as thee, and none
were kinder to their captive foes. Would
that you could have lived in this beautl-
c,,1 La-., .,d Cb.;r+;o,, civilization hit I
shall soon meet thy spirit on the happy
hunting ground. -
Phillip and his family had all knelt at
her bedside and were weeping bitterly,
while John Whitaker and his daughter
and several servants and slaves on the
plantation. who had crowded into the
cabin, were also weeping. They had
learned to love this noble and aged In
dian princess, who was very intelligent
and had embraced the Christian religion.
Phillip raised himself from his knees
with his eyes streaming with tears and
bathed her brow with cold water. Her
lips moved for some time as though she
would speak again, but Phillip could not
detect what she said. A deep heavy sigh
passed her lips and she was dead.
A noble women had been called to her
reward at a ripe old age, and she would
be sadly missed in many a cabin home on
the plantation, where she had been
ministering angel in sickness and sorrow.
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worn face, sorrowfully he thought of the
sad fate of her race of people. The poor
Indians.
'Alas for them!-their day is Ger,
Their fires are out from hill and shore,
No more for them the wild deer bounds.
The plough is on their hunting grounds.
Some two months after the aged In
dian princess death John Whitaker de-
cided that he would take trip to Europe.
He had never travelled in lands beyond
the sea, although for several years he
had a desire to do so, and now that he
had practically retired from active bust
ness, and the opportunity had come to
him, he meant to make the most of it
and see some of Europe before he died.
He made arrangements to sail on fine,
large vessel on the first of May and was
to be accompanied by his wife and daugh-
ter Maud, with several servants, and
among them Phillips son Alexander,
who was to act as his valet. Alexander's
heart swelled within him at the thoughts
of this excellent opportunity Of visiting
Europe, yet as the day for sailing to the
shores of England approached he often
saw his mother in tears and his father
looking earnestly at him. There was
a lump in the boys throat, and with
a sad face he sought the solitude of the
shore, where he sat for long time lis
tening to the murmur of the waves.
While he was very happy in thinking of
the opportunity which had come to him
of visiting foreign lands, it grieved him
to see his mother in tears and witness his
fathers distress. Presently he heard a
firm footstep on the sands and looking
up quickly he beheld mis- father coming
toward him and calling him. Eyes,
father replied the lad. as he rose and
stepped forward. alexander, my son, !"
exclaimed Phillip, as he embraced the