| Npunnowwâumen, | I must goe to my Traps. |
| Nummíshkommin, | I have found a Deere; |
Which sometimes they doe, taking a Wolfe in the very act of his greedy prey, when sometimes (the Wolfe being greedy of his prey) they kill him: sometimes the Wolfe having glutted himselfe with the one halfe, leaves the other for his next bait; but the glad Indian finding of it prevents him.
And that wee may see how true it is, that all wild creatures, and many tame, prey upon the poore Deere, (which are there in a right embleme of Gods persecuted, that is, hunted people, as I observed in the Chapter of Beasts according to the old and true saying:
Imbelles Damæ quid nisi præeda sumus?
To harmlesse Roes and Does
Both wilde and tame are foes.)
I remember how a poore Deere was long hunted and chased by a Wolfe, at last (as their manner is) after the chase of ten, it may be more, miles running, the stout Wolfe tired out the nimble Deere, and seasing upon it kill’d; In the act of devouring his prey, two English Swine, big with Pig, past by, assaulted the Wolfe, drove him from his prey, and devoured so much of that poore Deere, as they both surfeited and dyed that night.
The Wolfe is an Embleme of a fierce blood-sucking persecutor.
The Swine of a covetous, rooting worldling, both make a prey of the Lord Jesus in his poore Servants.