One-Eyed John raiding the town of Lancaster during King Philips war.
we capture many on foot and had many wounded with us. Many of us had wounded them as they had to us. we fought for our land as they decimated many clans. they have come to say that our gods are a lie and that their god is ruler of all gods. they come to us and say we have little to no understanding, and we are barbarous with our arrows and axes. we remain to separate these foreigners from our land. how they might seem to think, we are the killer and the devilish creatures. we are not the enemy, they are the barbaric ones. those English have fallen into our hands and we seem to be in control for once. my eye was taken from and Englishmen and he still alive. I will find him and give him what he deserves. they think we are aggressive people, but they don’t see the cruelty they brought to our kind. We have some nice Englishmen come across us and take care of some of us. we have helped many for peace and kind gifts, as they do return the favor. The praying Indians from Marlborough’s, when Captain Mosley had brought us to Boston, showing us the other side of the Englishmen. we seen the surplus of supplies and food, how they seem to come here for a new home. This is our home and we wont rest till it is rightfully ours again. we dragged them a mile through the night seeing their hearts as broken as their weak bodies. we keep their fowl sent to themselves as they sluggishly make it through the dark and damp night. we strive to see what they are made of, if they have the strength to push through all this, just as we do day to day dealing with their abusive actions. we heard them like sheep and cattle to wash down their emotions and string them out. we will find out who are strong and who cannot last.