This
morning we crossed more bridges and arrived in Bristol, Rhode Island.
Bristol
is known for its well preserved and maintained 18th- and 19th-century
homes.
And
Bristol has had a Fourth of July parade every year for the last 229 years—the
oldest in the country.
They
have even painted the center line on their main downtown street red, white and
blue.
Bristol
is located on Narragansett Bay.
We
stopped at the Rogers Free Library to get directions to King Phillip’s Throne.
When the
Pilgrims arrived in December 1620, they endured a brutal winter during which fifty
percent of them died. Eventually, they
encountered and were befriended by the Wampanoag chief Massasoit. Over the next forty years, the Indians and
English maintained an essentially friendly relationship despite physical and political
hardships, a growing influx of English numbering in the thousands who demanded
more land from the Wampanoags, and attempts by the English to Christianize the
Indians.
That all
changed with the death of Massasoit about 1660.
He was succeeded by his son Wasutta who, in 1662 was captured by
colonists and taken to Plymouth where he died under questionable
circumstances. Leadership of the
Wampanoags then fell to Massasoit’s second son, Metacom. Metacom, sarcastically dubbed “King Phillip”
by the colonists, decided that the devastation of tribal lands, customs and way of life by the English must
be stopped.
In 1675, he and other tribal leaders decided to wage
war on the colonists. It would be a
decision that would strike terror in colonists throughout New England, and come
to be known as King Phillip’s War. The war lasted only a year and ended with Metacom’s
assassination by a tribal member in the pay of the colonists, and the
subsequent mutilation of his body. Metacom would be immortalized in engravings
by Paul Revere a hundred years later.
We found
“King Phillip’s Throne”—a “throne”-shaped indentation in a massive rock
formation high in the wooded bluffs overlooking Narragansett Bay. Tradition holds this is where Metacom met with
his tribal advisors and where, near the bottom of the bluffs, he died. We
had difficulty finding this because it's on land owned by Brown
University who treat it as what it is--a sacred site of the Wampanoag;
unmarked, unheralded, and hauntingly beautiful.
We
travelled to Massachusetts and arrived at Plymouth late in the day.
Mayflower
II, a reproduction showing what the original may have looked like. No plans or drawings of the Mayflower are known to exist.
Plymouth
Rock and the portico covering it—at low tide.