ly standing beside their flock, in vain tried to stem or turn the All that they accomplished torrent of insult and abuse, was to draw down the same insult and abuse on their own hcads.

Nothing but the Indians' marvellons patience and silence saved them from being murdered by this exasperated mob. To the worst insults they made no reply, no attempt at retalia tion or defencc. They afterward said that they had eomforted themsclves "by considering what insult and mockery our Saviour had suffered on their account."

At last, after five hours of this, the governor, unable to com pel the garrison to opcn the barracks, sont an order that the Indians should be taken to Province Island, an island in the Delaware River joincd to the main-land by a dam. Six miles more, every nile in risk of their lives, the poor creatures wallkcd. As they passed again through the city, thousands followed them, the old record says, and "with such tumultuous clamor that they ight truly be considered as sheep among wolves."

Long after dark they reached the island, and were lodged in some unused buildings, large and comfortless. There they kept their vesper service, and took heart from the fact that the verse for the day was that verse of the beautiful thirty-second psalm which has comforted.so many perplexed souls: "I will teach thee in the way thou shalt gro."

Here they scttled themselvcs as best they conld. The mis sionaries had their usual mectings with them, and humane peo- ple from Philadelphia, "especially some of the people called Quakers," ways to "render the inconvenience of their situation less grievous."

Before they had been bere a month some of the villages sent them provisions and fuel, and tried in varions they had left were burut, and the riotous Paxton mob, which had murdered all the peaceful Conestoga Indians, announced its intention of marching on Provinee Island and killing every Iu