The Ely miner., 1930-05-09

with her children again in search of q
new home. First she settled ON Lone
Island and then in what is now West.
chester county, n. Y. Here her tur.
bulent career came to a tragic end
She arrived in the Dutch colony at a
time when the Indians, infuriated by
Dutch deception and greed, were en-
gagged in periodic attacks on the
whites. It was in one of those at.
tacks that Anne Hutchinson, with all
Of her children but one and several OF
her neighbors, sixteen persons in all
were killed.
Helen Augur in her biography OF
Anne tells a dramatic story Of the
events Of that dreadful day:
In September, 1643, Anne Hutch
inson stood in her doorway look
ing at the fields of corn, tawny in
the morning sunshine. She was
thinking of what one of her neigh
bors had said the day before
"When the corn is ripe and har-
vested, the Indians will break their
truce" AS she stood there,
group of Mohegans padded softly
up. They exchanged friendly
greetings, and then the Indians
walked through the house and
grounds, as if looking to see If
there were any strange men about.
But everything was quite as
usual; William Collins and Fran
els were at work in the field, and
the children were at little tasks
about the field and garden. The
Indians nodded farewell, and went
away.
In the afternoon they came back,
only this time there were more of
them, and there were strange
faces among them; Anne Hutchin-
son wondered why they had put
on so much demonic paint. Per-
haps they were off on some
strange Indian ceremony, for they
seemed excited. The dogs began
to bark at the strange apparition,
and the Mohegans asked to have
them tied up, for they were afraid
they would bite. The dogs were
tied up.
Uncas' men whipped out their
tomahawks. Anne Hutchinson
saw four demons rush at her sons.
Bread Of adversely, water of af-
fliction-she had lived out that
ica hYrf
her of this horror. William Col
Inns and Francis were struck down,
their skulls crushed and bleeding.
Anne Collins fell beside her hus-
band. Mrs. Hutchinson caught
Susanna to her breast to shut out
the sight from the screaming
child. Katherine was half over a
fence, but Mohegan caught her
by the hair and dragged her back
to a stump. Anne Hutchinson
heard the sickening blow; she saw
Mary and little William rush sob
bing to her, as if she could save
them. Then two Indians were
upon her, and the child was torn
from her breast. A tomahawk
fell. Anne Hutchinson was dead.
Susanna struggled in her cap
tors arms, and suddenly he re-
membered the games they had
played together, and he softened.
"Come, you shall be my daugh-
ter" he said, and carried her ten
derly off, while the rest stayed
behind to burn the house, and the
cattle in the barn, and all that
usurped their land.
And for a final epitaph of her
american Jezebel," Helen Augur
writes:
Boston has finally made up it's
quarrel with the woman it cast
out as ''unsavoury salt" Her mon.
ument stands before the Massa-
chusetts statehouse, with a fer
vent inscription to this Courage
Gus Exponent of Civil Liberty and
Religious Toleration." There she
stands, with Bible in her hand,
and a child snuggled against her,
New England's heroine. For civil
liberty and religious toleration,
the principles for which she suf-
fered exile and death. are written
into the Constitution of the United
States.