THE FLIGHT OF ROGER WILLIAMS
NOW as to the trouble which some of our people
were having with Master Roger Williams: I should be
able to set it down plainly, and yet it is not reasonable
to suppose girls know much about the affairs of state.
A very great preacher was Master Williams, and one
who took it upon himself to write, for the public
reading, that the King had no right to sell or give land to us
white people, because of the whole country's
belonging to the Indians, and it can be well understood how
much of a stir the matter caused.
Master Williams had been chosen by the people of
Salem as teacher in their church, and when he
declared that we had no right to hold the land which the
Ding had granted us, which Master Blackstone had sold
to us, and which Chickatabut had given to us in writing,
the chief men of our town declared that he was not
the bind of preacher who should be allowed to remain
in the New World. Therefore they wrote to the
people of Salem, demanding that he be sent back to
 Of course our gentlemen of Boston must have been
in the right, for I have heard my father say they were,
and surely he would not lend his face to anything which
was at. all wrong. However, the people of Salem
refused to listen to us of Boston, and, much to our
surprise, Master John Cotton took sides with Master
Williams, which seemed to me very strange.
I cannot say why it was that the people of the colony
kept Governor Dudley in office only one year, or why
Master Haynes was elected.
Master Haynes was, of course, ruler over the entire
colony, and, as father said, not the kind of man to be
trifled with by Master Williams, even though he was a
preacher. Therefore, when Captain Underhill was
about to sail for
England, our Governor commanded
him to take Master
Williams back to
Some one, it
seems, told the
preacher what was
on foot, and, although it was in
January with the
snow piled deep
 everywhere around, he fled from Salem into the woods,
trusting himself to the mercy of the savages rather
than be sent back in disgrace.
I have heard that it was a bitterly cold day, with the
snow blowing furiously, when the poor man plunged
into the woods in flight, taking with him nothing
whatsoever save that which he wore upon his back.
Father came to know afterward, that Master Williams
spent the winter with the Pokanoket Indians, some of
whom he had met during the short time he lived at
Plymouth, and in the spring went to the shore of
Narragansett Bay, where it was reported that he was
trying to build up a village.