The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1915-07-06

mond, the capable Scotsman whom he
had deputed to be the first governor
of the settlements at AlbemarIe, and
who had governed very quietly there,
knowing the men he had to deal with,
but who was now in Virginia again,
Mr.. Bacon's friend and counselor.
"As | live" cried the King, when
he learned the news from Virginia,
''the old fool has put to death more
people in that naked country than 1
did for the murder of my father" and
he showed little patience when he
old man came home to make his
peace. The king would not see him,
and the broken governor was dead
Of chagrin, men said-by midsummer
(167D. Virginia was rid of him; for
got how well she had liked him at
first; and remembered without com
junction how her people had cele-
brated his departure with bonfires and
the booming of cannon.
1t was in that year, 1877, when Vir-
ginia's rebellion was over and her
| chief rebels hanged, that the heady
settlers at Albemarle rose against the
proprietors and the acts of trade,
thrust their governor out, and seized
5000 pounds of the customs revenue.
They were but 1000 people, all told,
but they were all OF one mind, and
did what Mr.. Bacon could not do. For
two years they governed themselves,
upon such a model as might have
| pleased Virginias rebel.
1t was not this government of the
Country gentlrnen," at any rate. that
had brought on the fatal troubles
with the redskins which had stirred
Mr.. Bacon to his first act of rebellion;
for New England also, self governed
and free as yet, had had her own
struggle with the Indians, even more
terrible and bitter, which had ended
that same eventful summer or 1876.
The New England Indians had not
forgotten the fate of the PeGuots;
but that was now close upon forty
years ago; the terror of it was NO
longer fresh, and their own situa-
ton had meantime grown a bit des-
perate. They were being shut within
lntolerabfy narrow bounds, and they
could not move away from the re-
gions where the English were slowly
crowding them from their hunting
grounds without invading the terri.
tory of other tribes who would have
no welcome for them.
They were ready at last when a
leader should raise to plot for an up
rising and a last trial of strength
| with the invading palefaces. Such a
leader arose in the person of Philip,
the chief of the Wampanoags, whom
the English had penned up within the
narrow peninsula of Good Hope by
the Bay of Narragansett. The flame
which Philip kindled among the
Wampanoags promptly spread to the
Narragansetts~ and the Nipmucks,
until it burned on every border, and
New England saw day of terror
such as she had never seen before.
The fatal uprising began in June
1876, and was ended-for those tribes
at least-by August, 1876, as the Pc
quot war had ended, with the ami
hilation Of the offending tribes. Those
J that were not killed or taken were
driven forth in hopeless fight; those
that were taken were sold as slaves
! in the West Indies.
Thereafter there were only the
tribes in the north to reckon with
But the white mems loss was almost
as great as that of the savages. More
than one-half of the towns of Massa-
chusetts and Plymouth had seen the
: torch and the tomahawk that awful
year; twelve of them had been utter
ly destroyed; no fewer than soc
buildings, chiefly dwellings,, had beer
burned; 600 men had lost their lives
and scores Of women and children,
: debts had been piled up and damage
suffered which it would take years Of
bitter toll to pay and repair; and New
: England was for little like a place
desolate and stricken. But she rallied
in time, as always before, and slowly
worked her way to better days, like
the old days for peace and prosperity
Her dangers and anxieties were, Al
any rate, lessened in one matter thai
: had aften seemed to hold fear anc
danger permanently at its heart.