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the feathered mantle, the gaudy plume, the dead- 

 ly arrow, and the elastic bow, where is the 

 friendly wigwam, and the calumet of peace, 

 where ? all civilized away. Disgrace not the 

 name of Indian, by applying it to that squalid, 

 mongrel race who halt exhausted at an Indian 

 tavern ; they bear the white man's poison, they 

 stop to drink, where once their ancestors, with 

 solemn purpose, cast a bough upon the landmark 

 pile as a propitiatory sacrifice to the Great Spirit ; 

 but at length a too potent spirit has sacrificed them, 

 their civilized and degenerate descendants. 



One of the most interesting remains of Indian anti- 

 quity is to be seen upon the banks of Cotuit brook, 

 on the land of the venerable and worthy Gideon 

 Hawley, Esq. one of the overseers of the Marshpee 

 tribe. It is a large tumulus, so obliterated by time 

 as hardly to attract notice, but on examination a 

 regularity of form is perceptible. It is an oblong 

 square, but not much elevated. There are trees 

 upon it of a considerable size and spontaneous 

 growth. The tradition is that of its being the 

 grave of a large trout, which having forced its way 

 and pioneered the herrings from the sea, was there 

 taken and buried. This is ridiculous enough, as 

 most Indian traditions are ; but should an excava- 

 tion ever be made, there is but little doubt that the 

 labors of the antiquarian would be rewarded with 



