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Rh Wachoosett Indians near the Lone Hill, which, he had gathered from Monapikot, was  a very tall mountain standing quite by itself  far from any English settlement. Whether Woosonametipom meant to kill him or put  him to torture or merely hold him prisoner, time alone could reveal.

After another hour’s progress, they emerged from the forest in a meadow that  lay about a fair-sized pond. The dawn was close at hand and near-by objects were  plainly discernible. Sequanawah pointed a naked arm, and David, following with his  gaze, made out dimly in the grayness a great  hill that loomed before them less than a mile  distant.

“Great Sachem Woosonametipom him live,” said the Indian. “Quog quosh!”

So forward they went, skirting the pond wherein the frogs were already talking to  each other in deep voices, and came presently to more woods. The ground began to rise and somewhere ahead a dog barked. Others answered. They were on a well-trodden trail that wound upward through oaks and maples and tall, slim pines. Suddenly a clearing was before them, a wide plateau near the foot of the mountain. Many