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Title: Standish of Standish - A story of the Pilgrims
Author: Austin, Jane G. (Jane Goodwin), 1831-1894
Language: English
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   Inconsistencies in hyphenation have been maintained. Archaic
   usage of words such as "salvage" for "savage" and "randevous"
   for "rendezvous" have been maintained. Several misprints and
   punctuation errors have been corrected. A list of corrections
   can be found at the end of the text.


A Story of the Pilgrims


Jane G. Austin

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By Jane G. Austin

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A Story of the Pilgrims



Author of "A Nameless Nobleman," "The Desmond Hundred," "Mrs. Beauchamp
Brown," "Nantucket Scraps," "Moon Folk," Etc., Etc.


Boston and New York Houghton, Mifflin and Company The Riverside Press,
Cambridge 1892

Copyright, 1889,
by Jane G. Austin.
All rights reserved

Eleventh Edition.

The Riverside Press, Cambridge, Mass., U. S. A.
Electrotyped and Printed by H. O. Houghton & Co.






The history of the Old Colony includes, among some very stern facts, a
deal of sweet and tender romance, hitherto hardly known except to those
who have learned it at their mother's knee.

But in these days many persons seem disposed to pause for a moment in
the eager race after the golden fruits of the Pilgrims' husbandry, and
to look curiously back at the spot where the seed was sown.

To such I offer this story of Myles Standish,
The-Sword-of-the-White-Men, the hero, who not for gain, not from
necessity, not even from religious zeal, but purely in the knightly
fervor of his blood, forsook home, and heritage, and glory, and
ambition, to company that helpless band of exiles, and to be the
Great-Heart of their Pilgrimage to the City that they sought.

To such students I will promise that they shall not be misled as to
facts, though these be strung upon a slender thread of romance; and I
will beg them to ground themselves well upon the solid Pilgrim Rock,
that they may the better understand the story of Lazarus LeBaron, son of
A Nameless Nobleman, to be offered them in due time, unless Time shall
be no more for the Author.

Boston, _October_, 1889. JANE G. AUSTIN.


                CHAPTER                                    PAGE

  I.            The Battle of the Tubs                        1
  II.           The Launch of the Pinnace                    19
  III.          The Sword of Standish                        27
  IV.           The Lilies of France                         41
  V.            An Awful Danger                              54
  VI.           The First Encounter                          63
  VII.          Clarke's Island                              73
  VIII.         Burying Hill                                 86
  IX.           Rose                                         94
  X.            A Terrible Night                            104
  XI.           The Colonists of Cole's Hill                115
  XII.          The Headless Arrow                          134
  XIII.         The Captain's Promotion                     141
  XIV.          Second Marriages                            151
  XV.           Samoset                                     164
  XVI.          Priscilla Molines' Letter                   176
  XVII.         An International Treaty                     184
  XVIII.        The Last Link Broken                        197
  XIX.          Sowed and Reaped in One Day                 205
  XX.           Funeral-baked Meats and Marriage Feasts     213
  XXI.          An Affair of Honor                          224
  XXII.         The Captain's Pipe                          236
  XXIII.        "Speak for Yourself, John!"                 243
  XXIV.         The Mysterious Grave                        253
  XXV.          A Little Discipline                         266
  XXVI.         The First Thanksgiving Day of New England   276
  XXVII.        A Love Philtre                              288
  XXVIII.       Philip De La Noye                           296
  XXIX.         Keeping Christmas                           311
  XXX.          A Soldier's Instinct                        319
  XXXI.         A Pot of Broth                              343
  XXXII.        The Sunset Gun                              351
  XXXIII.       Pecksuot's Knife                            356
  XXXIV.        The Wolf at the Door                        370
  XXXV.         The Brides' Ship                            376
  XXXVI.        Marriage Bells                              385
  XXXVII.       "And to be Wroth with one we Love!"         395
  XXXVIII.      Barbara                                     406
  XXXIX.        A Military Wedding                          416
  XL.           "Parting is such Sweet Sorrow!"             420




It was Monday morning.

It was also the twenty-third day of November in the year of our Lord
1620; but this latter fact was either unknown or matter of profound
indifference to the two-and-twenty women who stood ready to make the day
memorable in the world's history, while the fact of Monday was to them
one of paramount importance.

Do you ask why this was thus?

The answer is duplex: first, the two-and-twenty women were not aware of
their own importance, nor could guess that History would ever concern
herself with the date of their present undertaking; and second, for a
reason whose roots are prehistoric, for they spring from the
unfathomable depths of the feminine soul wherein abides inherently the
love of purity, of order, and of tradition. Yes, in two hundred and
seventy years the face of Nature, of empires, and of peoples has changed
almost beyond recognition in this our New World; but the grand law at
whose practical establishment in the New World we now assist, abides

Monday is Washing Day.

Does some caviler here suggest that although the human female soul is
embodied in the children of Ham, Shem, and Japhet, the mighty law
referred to is binding only upon that Anglo-British-Saxon-Norman
division of Japhet's daughters domiciled in and emanating from the
British Isles? Let us proudly reply that in considering the result of a
process we consider the whole; and let us meekly add that to our mind
the Anglo-British-Saxon-Norman woman, perfected under an American sky,
is the woman of the world; and finally, let us point to the
two-and-twenty heroines of that Monday as chief among American women,
for they were the Pilgrim Mothers of the New World.

The Pilgrim Fathers were there also; and they, too, were exemplifying a
law of nature, that is to say, a law of male nature in every clime and
every age. They did not love Washing Day. They felt no joy in the
possibility of its observance, they felt no need of its processes. And
yet again _more humano_, they did not openly set themselves against it,
they did not frankly express their unworthy content in their present
estate, but they feebly suggested that as the observance had been some
weeks omitted, with no sensible loss of comfort to themselves, it might
well be farther postponed; that the facilities were by no means
remarkable; that rain was very possible, and that they had to apply
themselves without delay to unshipping the pinnace from the hold of the
Mayflower, and fitting her for the immediate service of exploration.

To these arguments the women meekly responded that in the nature of
things they were better fitted to judge of the emergency than their
lords, whose attention must be absorbed in matters of so much higher
import; that they did not require the help of any man whose work upon
the pinnace would be at all important, and that the sandy beach, the
pool of fresh water, and the clumps of stunted shrubs fairly spread upon
the shore in front of them were all the facilities they required. As for
the weather, as Dame Hopkins piously remarked:--

"If Monday's weather be not fit for washing, there is no promise in Holy
Writ of anything better in the rest of the week."

"Oh, if thou r't bent on washing, the shrewdest storm that ever swept
the Zuyder Zee will never stop thee; so get thy rags together as soon as
may be," growled her husband, a grizzled, hard-visaged veteran some
twenty years older than this his second wife of whom he was very fond.

"Nay, then," interposed another voice, as a shrewd, kindly looking man,
albeit with a certain whimsical cast to his thin features, approached
the pair; "Mistress Hopkins will do no washing to-day; no, nor even go
on shore to gather chill and weariness for my little friend Oceanus."

"'Will not,' shall not? Marry and who is to hinder, if you please, good
Master Fuller?" asked the young woman in a somewhat shrewish voice.

"I, Samuel Fuller, Licentiate of Cambridge, late practitioner of
Bartlemy's Hospital, London, and your medical adviser, madam," replied
the doctor with a dry smile and mocking bow. "Recall, if you please,
that Oceanus is not yet a fortnight old, and that both mother and child
are still my responsibility. Would you ruin my reputation, madam, not to
mention risking your own life and the boy's?"

"Have a care, Doctor, or some fine day you'll trip in your own quips,
and break your neck," replied Mistress Hopkins half sullenly, while her
husband cried,--

"He's right there, Bess. Thou 'rt in no case for such rough sport as
this is like to prove, and thou 'lt stay aboard whoever goes ashore."

"Yes, stay thou aboard and mind thy babe, and I'll take thy clothes
along with my own, so thou 'lt let Constance come to help me," suggested
the somewhat coarse voice of a woman standing by.

"Thank you kindly, goodwife Billington," replied Elizabeth Hopkins
coldly. "But Alice Rigdale hath already promised to do what is needed,
and Constance must stay with me to mind Damaris and Oceanus."

"Oh, if goodwife Rigdale has taken it in hand, I will step back,"
replied Mistress Billington sharply; and as she descended the
companion-way, Hopkins muttered in his wife's ear,--

"Now thou showest some sense, wench. The least thou hast to do with the
Billington brood the better I'll be pleased."

"That's worth working for, surely," retorted his wife, tossing her head

"I tell you there's no boat to be spared, and no man to row it, and I'll
have naught to say to it," exclaimed a surly voice from the
companion-way, and Captain Thomas Jones, master of the Mayflower, but
not of the Pilgrims, appeared on deck.

Captain Jones was not an amiable man, his training as buccaneer and
slaver having possibly blunted his finer feelings, and his consciousness
of present treachery probably increasing the irritability often
succeeding to a murdered conscience.

Such as he was, however, this man was the Inventor of Plymouth Rock,
since by his collusion with the Dutch who wished to keep the profits of
their Manhattan Colony to themselves, the Mayflower had found it
impossible to make her way southward around Cape Cod, and after nearly
going to wreck upon the shoals off Malabar, or Tucker's Terror had been
driven within the embrace of the curving arm thrown out by the New World
to welcome and shelter the homeless children of the Old. There she lay
now, the weather-beaten, clumsy, strained, and groaning old bark whose
name is glorious in the annals of our country while Time shall endure,
and whose merest splinter would to-day be enshrined in gold; there she
lay swinging gently to the send of the great Atlantic whose waves broke
sonorously upon the beach outside, and came racing around the point a
flood of shattered and harmless monsters, moaning and hissing, to find
their prey escaped and safely landlocked.

"There's no boat, I say, and there's an end on 't," repeated Master
Jones truculently as he stepped on deck, and two men who had been
earnestly conversing at the stern of the brig turned round and came
toward him. They were John Carver, already governor of the colony, and
William Bradford, his lieutenant and successor. The governor was the
first to speak, and the somewhat measured accents of his voice, with its
inflections at once kindly and haughty, told of gentle breeding, of a
calm and dignified temper, and of an aptness at command.

"And why no boat, Master Jones?" asked he quietly. "Methought by the
terms of our agreement you were to aid us in every way in making our

"And I'm not going back of my word, am I, master?" demanded Jones
peevishly. "A pack of wenches going ashore with tubs and kettles and
bales and such gear is not a settlement, is it?"

"Nay, but a means thereto if haply they find the place convenient,"
replied Carver pleasantly. "At any rate, we will send them, since it has
been promised, and the same boat will serve to transport them with their
gear that is already fitted to help us ashore with the pinnace."

"And our own men will do all that is required in lading and rowing the
boat," added Bradford in his mild, persuasive voice. Jones, overborne by
a calm authority against which he could not bluster, turned on his heel
muttering some surly assent. Carver slightly smiled as he watched the
square and clumsy form expressing in every line of its back the futile
rage of an overborne coward, and, turning toward the companion way, he

"Howland, John Howland, a word with thee!"

"Ay, sir," replied a blithe young voice; and presently a handsome head
of pure Saxon type, as indeed were both Bradford's and Carver's,
appeared above the hatchway, and a strong young fellow swinging himself
upon deck approached the governor, saying apologetically,--

"I was helping to get out the pinnace, and there is a mort of dust and
dirt about her."

"I'll give thee a pleasanter task, John," replied Carver, smiling
affectionately upon his young retainer. "Thou and John Alden and Gilbert
Winslow shall take charge of the women who fain would go ashore to wash
their clothes. They will use the boat already lying alongside, and thou
hadst better advise with Mistress Brewster for the rest. I leave it all
with you twain."

"I will do my best, sir," replied Howland with a smile that showed his
short, strong teeth and made his blue eyes twinkle pleasantly; then
returning to the hatchway he called down,--

"Ho, Alden! You're wanted, man, and so is Gilbert Winslow."

"He's not here, then," responded a heavier voice, as a splendid young
giant swung himself up on deck and ran his fingers through a shock of
curling chestnut hair; a glorious youth, six feet and over in his hose
of hodden gray, with the shoulders and sinews of an athlete, and the
calm, strong face of an Egyptian god.

"What is it, John?" asked he, fixing his dark eyes upon Howland with the
affectionate gladness one reads in the eyes of a dog called to his
master's side, but of which few human natures are capable.

"Why, Jack, thou and I and Gilbert Winslow are appointed squires of
dames to some of the women who would fain go ashore to wash clothes, and
we are to pack them into yonder boat, row them ashore, and then purvey
wood, water, and such like for them."

"I'd liefer haul out the pinnace," replied Alden with a grimace. "But
your will is mine."

"Nay, the governor's will is thine and mine, and it is he set us this
task. Where is Winslow?"

"In the cabin belike, chatting with Mary Chilton. It's the work he best
loves," replied Alden grimly. "But I'll find him."

"And some of the boys, Jack," suggested Howland, as the younger man
turned away. "Bart Allerton and Love Brewster, Giles Hopkins and
Crakstone and Cooke, any of the lads that you fall foul of, except the
Billingtons,--of them I'll have none."

"And why not the Billingtons, worshipful Master Howland, lackey of the
governor, and page-boy to his wife," demanded the voice that had
interrupted Mistress Hopkins, and turning toward it, Howland confronted
a short, square woman, not without a certain vulgar comeliness of her
own, although now her buxom complexion was florid with anger and her
black eyes snapping angrily, while the arms akimbo, the swaying figure,
and raised voice betrayed Helena Billington for precisely what she was,
a common scold and shrew. Howland was a brave man; he had already showed
both strength and prowess when, washed overboard in a "seel" of the
ship, and carried fathoms deep in mid-ocean, he caught the
topsail-halyards swept over with him and clung to them until he was
rescued in spite of the raging wind and waves that repeatedly dragged
him under; nor in the face of savage foe, or savage beast, or peril by
land or sea, was John Howland ever known less than the foremost; but now
in face of this angry woman he found naught to say, and blushing and
stammering and half laughing fairly turned and ran away, springing up
the stairs to the elevated deck cabins, in one of which Elder Brewster
and his family had their lodging.

Mistress Brewster, a pale, sweet-faced woman, already at fifty-four
dressing and behaving as the venerable mother in Israel, came forward to
meet him, and smiling indulgently asked,--

"Now what hast thou done to goodwife Billington, thou naughty lad? I
hear thy name in her complaint, and indeed all the company can hear it,
if they will."

"I did but say I would none of her boys in my party, dear Mistress
Brewster, and I hope you'll say so too," replied Howland, uncovering
his yellow head. "They are the greatest marplots and scapegraces"--

"Nay, nay, John! Say no evil, or thou 'lt make me think thou hast
'scaped grace thyself," suggested the elder's wife with her gentle
smile. "And prithee, what is thy party? Are my boys bidden, or must they
e'en bide with the Billingtons?"

"The party is your party, dear dame, for the governor sent me to ask
your commands upon it, and if Love and Wrestling will give us such aid
as their years allow, I shall be most grateful."

And then in simple phrase Howland repeated the governor's instructions,
and requested those of the dame, who at once convened an informal
council of matrons, and so well advised them that in a scant hour the
clumsy boat, rolling and bumping against the side of the brig, was laden
with bales of clothing, tubs whose hoops John Alden, a cooper by trade,
was hurriedly overlooking, and sundry great brass and copper kettles,
household necessities of that epoch, and descending as relics to us who
look upon them with respectful wonder as memorial brasses of the "giants
of those days."

A flock of women, all demurely and plainly dressed, although the most of
them were under thirty years of age, stood waiting at the head of the
ladder until the cargo was stored, and Howland, sending his assistants
back on deck, planted himself upon the gunwale of the boat, and holding
out his hand to a stout, solid-looking woman with a young girl beside
her said,--

"Mistress Tilley, you had best come first, for you will be apt at
helping the others, as I hand them down. And thou, too, Elizabeth, if
thou wilt."

"And Constance Hopkins and Remember Allerton," pleaded the girl,
lifting a sweet, saucy face to the young man; "we never are separated,
for we're all of an age, all going on sixteen you know."

"Hush, Bess, thou 'rt malapert," chided her mother, descending heavily
into the boat, while a mutinous young voice above called out,--

"Nay, I'm not going. Stepmother won't spare me."

"Now Constance Hopkins, thou naughty hussy, wilt thou grumble at
tarrying with me to care for thine own dear sister and brother? Fie on
thee, girl!"

"They're not my own," grumbled Constance in Remember Allerton's ear.
"Giles is my own brother and he is to go, and Damaris and Oceanus are
but half sister and brother, and she's but my stepmother."

"Hush, now, or she'll hear and thou 'lt come by a whipping," whispered
Remember hastily, as Dame Hopkins turned from Mistress Winslow who had
spoken to her, and came toward the girls. "I'll stay aboard with thee,
Constance, and help thee with the babies."

"Thou 'rt a dear good wench and I love thee," replied Constance in the
same tone, and, as the stepmother placed the muffled baby in her arms,
she took him without comment, and went below followed by Elizabeth

Two trips of the capacious boat sufficed to carry women, clothes,
utensils, and assistants across the three quarters of a mile of shallow
water lying between the brig and the shore, and the boys who went in the
first boat were at once set to work to gather dry stuff from the
thickets of scrub oak and pine sparsely clothing the beach, and to build
several fires along the margin of a large pool or perhaps pond of fresh
water divided from the harbor by a narrow beach of firm white sand.
Beach and pond have long since been devoured by the hungry sea, but
stumps of good-sized trees are still dug from the dreary sands
environing Provincetown, to show what once has been.

The second boat-load arrived, and by help of Alden's stalwart arm,
Howland's cool decision and prompt action, and Winslow's quick eye and
ready aid to any woman needing assistance, the apparatus was soon
adjusted, and a dozen pairs of strong white arms were plunged in the
suds, or throwing the clothes into the great caldrons bubbling over the
fires which the boys gayly replenished.

Not all the women of the Mayflower were thus engaged, however, for
several were delicate in health, and several others had servants who
took this ungentle labor upon themselves; but those who did not labor
with their hands felt no superiority, and those who did had no shame in
so doing; and although the manners of the day inculcated a certain
deference of manner and speech from the lower rank to the higher, and
from youth to age, the very fact that every one of these persons had
abandoned home and friends and comfort that they might secure liberty,
induced a sense of self respect and respect for others, which is the
very root and basis of a true republic. Thus Katharine Carver, wife of
the governor, daughter of Bishop White, and sister of Robinson, the
pastor of the community left behind in Leyden, although she sent her
maid Lois, and her man-servant Roger Wilder, to do the required work,
came ashore with the rest, and by a touch here and a word there, and her
interest and sympathy, took her part in the labor of the whole, and
delicate woman and well-born lady though she was, made each of those
hard-working sisters feel that it was only her weakness, and not her
station, that prevented her doing all that they did. "Eleven o' the
clock," said John Alden, as the Mayflower's cracked bell told six hoarse
strokes. "They said they'd bring our dinner ashore for us," and he
looked wistfully toward the ship.

"Who said?" asked Howland; "for I've more faith in some say-sos than in
some others."

"Well, if I remember, 't was Mistress Molines who told me," replied
Alden carefully careless.

"Oh, ay," assented Howland, his blue eyes twinkling. "But I thought she
was ill, poor woman."

"Nay, I meant Mistress Priscilla Molines," retorted the giant, blushing.
"She said somewhat to me of an onion soup which she flavors marvelously

"Ah, yes, onion soup," retorted Howland gravely. "Methought it must be
some such moving theme you discussed yester even as you sat on the
cable. I noted even at that distance the tears in your eyes."

"And if there were tears in mine eyes it is no matter of mocking, for
Mistress Priscilla was telling me that her mother is sick as she fears
unto death, and"--

"John Howland, the boat is coming off with the rest of our company and
noon-meat for us all. Wilt thou and John Alden receive and help them
ashore, while Gilbert helps us to make ready here?"

"Surely we will, Mistress Carver," replied Howland heartily, for his
relationship toward the governor and his beautiful wife was rather that
of a younger brother than of a retainer; and although the smallness of
his fortune had induced him to accept the patronage of the older and
wealthier man, it was much as a lad of noble lineage was content a few
years before this to become first the page and then the squire of a
belted knight.

The boat, unable to reach the shore on account of the flatness of the
beach, stuck fast about a bow-shot from dry land, and the men and boys
at once tumbled over the edge and prepared to carry not only the
luggage, but the female passengers ashore. Alden seeing this prospect,
tore off his boots and stockings, and plunging into the chill water
hastened to the stern of the boat where a slender, vivacious girl,
brown, dark-eyed, and with cheeks glowing with the dusky richness of a
peach, stood balancing herself like a bird and giving orders to a young
man already in the water.

"Now have a care, Robert Cartier, of that kettle. If thou spillst the

"The onion soup, Mistress Priscilla?" asked Alden approaching
unperceived. Priscilla cast a look at him from the corners of her long
eyes, and replied carelessly,--

"Yes, Master Alden, an onion soup. Is that a favorite dish with your

"Why, thou knowest,"--began the young man with an air of bewilderment,
but Priscilla interrupted him.

"Since thou art here with thy broad shoulders, John Alden, thou wilt do
well to make them of use. There is Mistress Allerton struggling with a
hamper beyond her strength, and there are bales of clothes that must not
be wet. Load thyself, good mule, and plod shoreward."

"To be sure I will and gladly, fair mistress," replied Alden patiently.
"But first let me take thee ashore dry-shod, and then I will bring all
the rest."

"Beshrew thee for a modest youth," retorted Priscilla, the peach color
of her cheeks deepening to pomegranate; "when I go ashore I will convey
myself, or my brother will carry me; and thou, since thou art so
picksome, may set thyself to work, and ask naught of me."

"But why art thou so tart when I meant naught," began Alden,
bewildered; but again the girl cut him short with a stinging little

"Thou never meanest aught, poor John; but I have no time to waste with
thee. Here, Robert, these come next, and take Mistress Allerton's hamper
as well."

"Nay, that is for me," growled Alden, seizing the basket from the hands
of the astonished servant who relinquished it with a stare and a
muttered exclamation in French; for William Molines, called Mullins by
the Pilgrims, his wife, son, daughter, and servant were all of the
French Huguenots, who fleeing from their native land planted a colony
upon the river Waal in Holland, and were at this time known as Walloons.
Learning enough of Dutch to carry on the business of daily life, and of
English to communicate with their co-religionists of the Pilgrim church
in Leyden, they retained French as the dear home language of their
birth, and the young people, like Priscilla and her brother Joseph, used
the three languages with equal facility.

A little offended and a good deal puzzled by the change in Priscilla's
manner since their last interview, Alden devoted himself to unloading
the boat without again addressing her, until he saw her confide herself
to the arms of her brother to be taken ashore; then seizing an armful of
parcels, he strode along close behind the slender stripling whose thews
and sinews were obviously unequal to his courage, and who floundered
painfully over the uneven sands. At last he stumbled, recovered himself,
plunged wildly forward, and fell flat upon his face, while his sister,
suddenly seized and held aloft in two strong arms, did not so much as
wet the hem of her garment, until with a few swift strides her rescuer
set her on dry land and turned to help the boy who came floundering
after them with a rueful and angry countenance.

"'T was all thy fault, Priscilla," began he. "Twisting and squirming to
see who was coming after us."

"Nay, 't was the fault of some great monster who came trampling on our
heels, and making the water wash round my feet. Some whale or griffin
belike, though he has hid himself again," and the girl affected to shade
her eyes and scan the sparkling waters, while Alden strode moodily away.
Priscilla glanced after his retreating figure, and spoke again to her
brother in a voice whose cooing softness poor John had never heard.

"Thou poor dripping lad! And such a cough as thou hast already! Come
with me sweetheart, and I'll set thee between two fires, and put my
duffle cloak about thee, and heat some soup scalding hot. I would I had
a sup of strong waters for thee--ah yes, I see!"

And hurriedly leading her brother to a sheltered nook between two great
fires, she cast her cloak over his shoulders, and then sprang up the
sand-hill with the graceful strength of an antelope to the spot where
Doctor Fuller stood talking with a man whose appearance demands a word
of description. Short and square built, the figure bespoke strength and
long training in athletic exercises, while the haughty set of the head,
the well-shaped hands and feet, and the clear cut of the features told
of gentle blood and the habit of predominance. The bare head was covered
with thick chestnut hair, worn at the temples by pressure of a steel
cap, and well matched in color by eyes whose strong, stern glances
carried defeat to the hearts of his savage foes even before his quick
blows fell. The mouth, firmly closed beneath its drooping moustache, was
like the eyes, stern and terrible in anger, but like them it was
capable of a winning sweetness and charm only known to those he loved,
those he pitied, and to the life-long friends whose loving description
has come down to us; for this was Myles Standish, the soldier and hero
of the Pilgrims; their dauntless defender in battle, their gentle nurse
in illness, their councilor and envoy and shining example in peace; the
right arm of the colony, its modest commander, and its intelligent

As Priscilla approached, the two men ceased their conversation and
turned toward her, neither of them unconscious of the beauty, grace, and
vigor which clothed her as a garment, yet each restrained by inborn
chivalry and respect from expressing his opinion.

"Oh, Doctor, or you, Captain Standish, have either of you a flask of
strong waters about you? My poor Joseph has fallen in the water, and it
is so cold, and he has already a cough."

"Yes, we saw him fall. He was overloaded for such a stripling," said the
doctor, with his dry smile, while Standish, hastily pulling a flask from
his pocket, said,--

"Here is some well-approved Hollands gin, Mistress Priscilla; and I
would advise a good draught as soon as may be, and have it heated if it
may be."

"Here, hand it me. I will go and give my friend Joseph a rating for
undertaking tasks beyond his strength, though belike the fault was none
of his!" And the doctor seizing the flask strode down the hill, while
Priscilla lingered to ask,--

"How doth Mistress Standish find herself to-day? I heard she was but

"Ay, poorly enough," replied the Captain with a shadow chasing the smile
from his eyes. "She is hardly strong enough for these shrewd winds and
rough adventures. I had done better to leave her in England until we are
established somewhere."

"There's more than one in our company, I fear me, that has adventured
beyond their strength," replied Priscilla sadly, as she remembered her
mother's hectic flush and wasting strength and her brother's cough.

"A forlorn hope, perhaps, set to garrison this by-corner of the world,
but not forgotten by the Commander-in-chief, remember that, maid
Priscilla," said the captain kindly and cheerily. "There in the Low
Countries our worst trouble was that the home government never backed us
as they should, and more than once we felt we were forgot and neglected;
but in the warfare we have to wage here in the wilderness we can never
fear that."

"Yet soldiers may die at their post here as well as there," said
Priscilla, turning to go down the hill.

"So long as the work is done it matters little what becomes of the
soldier," replied Myles briefly, and the two rejoined the group around
the fires.

Before nightfall the clothes, dried and sweet with the sunshine and pure
air, were carefully folded into the tubs and kettles, the dinner was
neatly cleared away, and the whole company in several trips of the boats
conveyed on board, while the carpenters and their volunteer aids
remained to work while daylight lasted upon the pinnace, the Pilgrims'
own craft, intended for exploration along the shore, and for fishing
when they should have made a settlement.

But Joseph Molines had not shaken off his chill by means of the
captain's Hollands gin, nor did his mother or Rose Standish find
themselves better in the evening than they had been in the morning, and
as the darkness of the November night closed around the lonely bark,
gaunt shadowy forms, Disease and Famine and Death, seemed shaping
themselves among the clouds and brooding menacingly over the Forlorn
Hope, as its soldiers slept or watched beneath.



"Mary! Mary Chilton! Maid Mary mine!" called Priscilla Molines in her
clear bird-voice, as she ran down the steps leading to the principal
cabin. "Come on deck and see the launch of the pinnace! The carpenters
call her fit for use if not finished, and the men have gone ashore to
launch her. Where art thou, poppet!"

"Here," replied a gentler and sweeter voice, as Mary Chilton came
forward, a long gray stocking dangling from her hands, and stood in a
slant ray of sunshine which lighted her golden hair to a glory, and
showed the pure tints of her May-bloom face and clear blue eyes; a
lovely English face in its first fresh rapture of morning beauty.

"Right merrily will I come, Priscilla, if there be aught to see,"
continued she, throwing down the stocking which she was knitting for her
father. "Truly my eyes ache with staring at nothingness."

"Well, there's a trifle this side of nothingness on the beach at this
minute," retorted Priscilla, pinching her friend's ear. "Men call it
Gilbert Winslow."

"Hush, hush, Priscilla!" whispered Mary, with a scared look toward her
mother's cabin. "If anybody heard such folly! And Mistress White already
tells my mother that we two are over-light in our carriage and

"Mistress White"--began Priscilla sharply, but ended the exclamation
with a saucy laugh and said instead, "Yes, truly as thou sayest, my May,
mine eyes ache with gazing upon nothingness and my tongue aches with
speaking naught but wisdom. It is out of nature for young maids to be as
staid as their elders, and methinks I do not care to be. Let us be young
while we have youth, say I."

She looked perilously pretty as she arched her brows and pouted her ripe
lips, and Mary looked at her in loving admiration, while she answered

"You and yours are French, Priscilla, and I am all English like my
forbears; so thou mayst well be lighter natured than I--I mean no harm,

"No harm is done, dear mother in Israel," replied Priscilla half
mockingly, and seizing Mary's hand she led her on deck, where many of
the women and children were collected, watching the preparations on
shore for the launch of the pinnace, which, much strained by bad stowage
between decks, had needed about a fortnight's work done upon her before
she was fit for service.

"They only wait for her to set forth on a second exploration," said
Priscilla confidentially; "and a little bird sang in my ear that they
would go to-morrow."

"What little bird?" asked Mary curiously; but before Priscilla could
reply another voice interposed; it was that of Bridget Tilley, who had
come on deck to seek her daughter Elizabeth, and now sharply inquired,--

"Another expedition, say you? And my goodman scarce brought back from
death's door, whither the first jaunt led him! Nay, now, 't is not
right, 't is all one as murder, to hale dying men out of their beds and
into that wilderness. No blessing will follow such work, and I'll cry
upon the governor or the captain or the elder to stop it!"

"What is it, Mistress Tilley? Any wrong that I can help set right?"
asked a sweet voice, and Bridget turned toward the speaker with a
somewhat more subdued manner, lowering her voice as she said,--

"Thank you kindly, Mistress Standish, and God be praised that you can be
on deck; but my matter is this," and again she poured out her anxieties
and her fears, until Rose Standish, a fair white rose now, and trembling
in the shrewd autumn air so soon to scatter her petals and bear the pure
fragrance of her life down through the centuries, until men to-day love
her whom they never knew, leaned wearily against the bulkhead and

"Rest easy, dear dame. Thou 'rt all in the right, and it behooves us to
protect our lords from their own rash courage, just as it befits their
courage to protect us against salvages and wild beasts. I will whisper
in my husband's ear that Master Tilley is all unfit to carry out his own
brave impulses, and I will conspire with Mistress Carver and Mistress
Bradford, and, above all, with our dear mother, the elder's wife, that
each shall make petition to her lord to see that no sick or overborne
man be allowed to adventure himself on the expedition. Will that satisfy
thee, dame?"

"Right well, and you are all one with the saints we used to honor,
though we do know better now."

"'T is the most comfortable promise I've heard in many a day, dear
Mistress Standish," cried Priscilla vivaciously. "And well do I believe
that the whispers of the wives are more weighty than the shouts of the
husbands. I've never proved it myself, being but a maid; yet I have ere
now marked how the prancing of the noblest steed is full deftly checked
by a silken rein."

"It were well if a rein were put upon thy tongue, girl," severely
interposed a comely matron sitting near. "Thou 'rt over forward for thy
years, Priscilla. Shamefastness and meekness become a maid, and when
thou knowest more thou 'lt say less."

"Thanks, Mistress White, I will try to profit by your discourse,"
replied Priscilla demurely; but her tone did not satisfy the matron, who
sharply rejoined,--

"See that thou do, Mistress Malapert, or I'll ask the elder to deal with
thee. Here he is now."

And, in fact, Elder Brewster, who had caught the tone of Mistress
White's voice, drew near to the group, saying pleasantly, "A goodly
sight yonder, is it not? And how well our strong fellows set their
shoulders to the toil! What shall we call the pinnace when she is
launched, Mistress White?"

"Methinks Discretion would be a good name, Elder," replied the lady with
a glance at the two girls. "Surely, we have room for it in our company."

"Truth, my daughter, and yet to my mind Charity is a sweeter name, and
one more likely to float us over troubled waters." And the elder's
pleasant smile disarmed his words of all sting. "Priscilla," continued
he, turning to the girl, "I hear that thy father keeps his bed to-day,
and thy mother is but poorly."

"Indeed, sir, they are both in evil case," replied Priscilla sadly.
"Neither of them has stomach for such food as is at hand, and so they
weaken daily. John Alden shot some little birds yesterday, and I made
broth of them, but, saving that, my mother has taken no meat for days."

"I will go and visit them," said the elder, and forgetting the launch he
had come up to see, he went at once.

"See! See! There she goes!" cried Elizabeth Tilley, as the great boat
slid gracefully down her ways to the water, dipped her bows deeply, and
finding her level rode upon an even keel.

"There she goes!" echoed Constance Hopkins and Remember Allerton, who
with Elizabeth Tilley constituted what may be called the rosebud
division of the Pilgrim girls, all glowing in the freshness of early
youth, all comely, strong, and vivacious. Priscilla Molines and Mary
Chilton with Desire Minter, a distant relative and charge of Governor
Carver's, made another little group of older girls, and then came the
young matrons of whom there were many, while Mistress Brewster in the
dignity of middle life was the recognized head and guide of all.

"Yes, there she goes," cried Priscilla, clapping her hands and dancing
upon her slender feet. "And Mary," continued she, dropping her voice to
a whisper, "it was Captain Standish who gave that last mighty shove"--

"Nay, it was John Alden," interrupted Mary innocently.

"I tell thee, girl, it was the captain. John Alden is ever at his elbow
and striving to imitate him, but our captain is still the leader, and I
do honour a man who can think as well as do, and act as well as talk. Of
talkers we have enow, the dear knows; Master Winslow and Master Allerton
can so argue that they would force you to swear black was white and the
moon a good Dutch cheese an they chose, and they can lay out work
marvelously well for others to carry out, but I mark that their own
hands abide in their pockets for the most part. Then there are plenty of
strong arms with no head-pieces, like John Alden and your good friend
Gilbert Winslow and John Howland and"--

"Nay, nay, Priscilla, thou shalt not wrong good men so," interrupted
Mary, her fair face coloring a little. "The leaders aye must lead, and
the younger and simpler aye must follow in every community, and I mark
not that those you flout for speaking so well fail of their share in the
labor, nor do I think John Alden or the rest would do well to thrust
their advice upon their betters. At all rates, yon boat had not slid
down so merrily if John Alden had not put his shoulder to the work."

"Yea, put his shoulder where the captain laid his hand," retorted
Priscilla with her mocking laugh, and then putting her arm around Mary's
shoulders, she added affectionately,--

"What a wise little woman thou art, ever looking at both sides of the
matter while I see but one! And in truth, perhaps, it is better that
there be these varied excellences, so that all comers may be suited,
just as thou art fond of porridge while I would liefer have soup."

"And art a rare hand at compounding it," replied Mary admiringly. "How
Desire Minter smacked her lips over the dish thou gavest her the other

"That poor Desirée, as my gossip Jeanne De la Noye used to call her! I
like well to give her some tasty bit, for it makes her so happy at so
little trouble to myself, since I am ever cooking."

"Dost thou really like cooking, Priscilla; or dost thou do it because
thou ought, as I do?" asked Mary, who hated the culinary art, and yet
was called upon to practice it, as were all young women of the day.

"Oh, I love it," replied Priscilla, with enthusiasm. "My mother and my
grandmother and all my aunts were notable cooks, and in the good old
days in France before I was born, they say my grandmother's patés and
conserves and ragouts were famous all through Lyons, where my
grandfather and his father before him were great silk manufacturers with
plenty of men and maids and money at their command."

"Ah, Priscilla, thou 'rt hankering after the flesh-pots again! Remember
Lot's wife!" and Mary laughed, but gently stole a hand into that of
Priscilla, who pressed it tenderly as she replied,--

"Lot's wife spoiled all her cookery with salt, and I'll at least distill
none from mine own eyes. How shall I make Robert Cartier know that I
want him to come aboard and help me with my father's supper?"

"Beckon to John Alden to send him," retorted Mary promptly. Priscilla
turned and fixed her long dark eyes in mock bewilderment upon the
other's face.

"And why is it easier to beckon to John Alden than to Robert Cartier,
thou foolish girl?" asked she.

"Because Robert is only thy father's servant, and John is thine own and
ever waiting thy command," replied Mary demurely, and Priscilla's rich
color mounted to her brow as she laughingly retorted,--

"Now, maid Mary, that quip was more like me than thee, and I'll have
none of it. 'T is for thee to carry the honey-bag to mollify the stings
my naughty tongue must aye inflict. I would I were not so waspish, Mary

"Thou 'rt naught but what is dear and lovely, and I care for thee beyond
any man that ever walked, saving my father," cried Mary, pressing close
to her friend's side.

"Then will I be jealous of Master Chilton," murmured Priscilla, the
teasing mood again rising to the surface. "For I'll have no rival in thy
heart, save only Gilbert Winslow, whom I hope not to oust."

"See, there is John Alden steadfastly regarding us," cried Mary, a
little annoyed. "Point thy finger at Robert as he stands staring at the
boat, and then beckon. My word for it, John will read the signal

"Why, then, so be it, and if Dame White sees me I'll swear 'twas thee,
Mary," and Priscilla half proudly, half shyly made the signal, which was
at once understood and acted upon by Alden, who, truth to tell, seldom
lost sight of Priscilla when in her company. Cartier receiving the
message waded after a boat just leaving the beach, and came aboard
dripping wet, an imprudence so common among the younger men of the
Pilgrims on that flat coast as to become a serious factor in the
terrible mortality which was to sweep off half their number within a few



The "little bird," probably John Alden, constant companion of Standish,
had sung truly in Priscilla's ear of a second exploring party about to
leave the Mayflower in quest of a favorable site for the town and colony
the Pilgrims had come forth to found.

To this step they were urged not only by their own wishes, but by the
importunities of Captain Jones, who having obeyed his Dutch employers
and brought his passengers to a point well removed from the Virginian or
Manhattan shores whereon they intended to land, was now only desirous to
put them ashore almost anywhere, and make sail for England while the
winter storms held off and his provisions lasted. His own interest,
therefore, made him zealous in the Pilgrims' service, and so heartily
had he offered his men, boats, and provisions for the expedition that
the Pilgrims had made him its leader, some of them still believing in
his honesty and friendliness, and some others feeling that the surest
way to effect their plans was to induce the surly commander to make them
his own. The event proved their shrewdness, for Jones accepted the
appointment with great satisfaction, and told off ten of his best seamen
to add to the four-and-twenty sound men who were nearly all that the
Pilgrims could muster, since, thanks to the secret councils of Rose
Standish and her associates, all sick or weakly candidates were weeded
out from the volunteers, and the Tilley brothers, William Molines,
James Chilton, William White, and several others were kindly bidden to
remain on board and nurse their strength for the next expedition.

About noon the tide serving, the four-and-thirty adventurers, divided
between the ship's long-boat and their own pinnace, took the sea in
teeth of a freezing northeasterly gale, and under low-lying clouds whose
gray bosoms teemed with snow and sleet.

Thomas English, a mariner engaged as master of the shallop, held the
helm, while as many willing hands as could grasp the oars pulled lustily
in the direction of what is now called the Pamet River, a stream
discovered some days previously by a foot expedition under charge of
Standish, and considered as a possible seat for their colony. The
crowded state of the boats and the head wind rendered the sails useless,
and oars proved inefficient to propel so large a boat as the pinnace,
while the sea, rapidly rising with the rising wind, broke so dangerously
over the quarter that English refused to proceed, and it was hastily
resolved to run into what is now called East Harbor, land the
passengers, and allow the long-boat to return to the ship, while the
pinnace lay to until the gale moderated. This was done, but owing to the
shoals, the men were obliged to wade knee-deep to reach land, and the
cold was now so intense that their clothes froze upon them as they
resumed their journey on foot. Well may we believe what William Bradford
later said: "Some of our people who are dead took the original of their
death on that day."

Marching six or seven miles on foot, the party encamped, building a
barricade, or as they called it a "randevous," of pine boughs to protect
them from savage beasts or men, and within it kindling a fire beside
which they sat down to eat such provisions as they had brought, and to
solace themselves with modest draughts of the strong waters they used
but not abused.

The next day the exploration was continued both by sea and land, the
hardy adventurers marching through snow six inches deep, or upon the
loose sands of the beach where the wind flogged them with lashes of icy
spray and stinging shards. In passing through a belt of woods traces of
human presence were to be seen, especially certain young trees bent down
and their tops made fast to the earth. Stepping aside to examine one of
these, William Bradford suddenly found his leg inclosed in a noose,
while the tree, released and springing upward, would have carried him
ignominiously with it had not he seized the trunk of another sapling,
and lustily shouted for help. His comrades came running back, and not
without laughter and some grim pleasantries released him. Stephen
Hopkins alone understood the trap, and cutting from it a piece of smooth
fine cord twisted of wood fibres handed it to Bradford, saying,--

"Here, man, keep it by way of horn-book to teach thee wood-lore in these
salvage countries. It is the moral of what we used to see among the
Bermoothes some ten years gone by. Ay, and the traps too. I've seen many
a wild thing, deer or what not, jerked up by the leg and hanging from a
tree like Absalom, until its master came along to cut its throat and
dress it, as it hung."

"Glad am I that no such master came to release me," said Bradford
laughing ruefully as he rubbed his leg and limped along.

"So thou wert in the Bermudas, Hopkins?" asked Standish who was of the
walking party; "wast buccaneering?"

"Nay, Captain, all men do not follow thy trade," replied Hopkins with
his boisterous laugh. "Mine was quite another office, for I was
lay-reader to Parson Buck, and he was chaplain to Gates who was to be
governor of a Virginia colony an' he could have reached it. But like our
own adventure it miscarried, and we were wrecked on the Bermoothes. We
abode there six months, and the Indians showed us how to trap deer just
as Bradford was trapped but now, ho, ho!"

"Lay-reader wast thou?" asked Standish surveying the burly veteran with
whimsical interest. "Well, now, I'd never take thee for a parson's
lieutenant, Hopkins! I can hardly fancy thee meek and mild with bands
under that unkempt beard, and a gown over thy buff jacket. Wert meek and
mild in those days, Hopkins, and thy tongue, was 't innocent of strange

"A truce to thy jibes, master Captain," retorted Hopkins not half
pleased at receiving the jests he so freely offered. "If thou didst but
know, my voice was more for war than peace, sith it seemed to me then
even as it did before we landed here, that an expedition gone astray is
an expedition ended, and that all compacts cease when their conditions
cannot be fulfilled. We shipped to go to Virginia, and Gates was to be
our governor; well and good, but here we were wrecked on Bermuda, and my
rede was that every man was thus released from his promises and free to
set forth anew for himself."

"So! Yonder threatening on the Mayflower was not thy first experience in
raising sedition and discontent, and trying to turn a God-fearing
community into a nest of pirates!" exclaimed Standish scornfully.
"Well, what came of it in that instance?"

"Why, Gates called a court-martial, tried me for treason by an authority
I denied, and sentenced me to death."

"Ay, and what then?"

"Then Parson Buck who could ill spare me, since I writ half his
discourses, and the admiral who would not see murder done under cloak of
law, they went to Gates and so wrought upon his temper that he set me
free and bade me begone, and I went right merrily."

"Thou mindst me of an officer under me, down there by Utrecht," said
Standish meditatively. "He, too, was for setting up every man for
himself in the plunder of a village we had taken, and I had given orders

"And what became of him?" asked Hopkins, as the captain seemed to have

"Oh, there was no parson just there to make use of him, and no admiral
to judge about my authority, and he was shot," replied Standish quietly.
Hopkins scowled and laid his hand upon his sword hilt, but Bradford, who
had listened with both interest and amusement to the conversation,
deftly interposed with some question about the route, and Hopkins, who
prided himself upon his wood-lore, took the lead, and conducted the
party by the easiest route to the spot where they would rejoin their
brethren of the boat.

The Pamet River, reached at length, proved unsatisfactory for a
settlement, but at its mouth were found sundry matters of interest,--the
remains of a palisade formed apparently by civilized hands, the ruins of
a log hut, quite different from the wigwams of the savages, and a large
mound which when opened proved full of Indian corn, some shelled, some
on the ear, the yellow kernels variegated with red and blue ones, like
the maize still grown in that vicinity. The snow upon the ground would
have concealed this "barn," as rustic John Rigdale called it, had not
the previous expedition noted and marked it, and the ground was so hard
frozen that it must be hewed with the stout cutlasses and axes of the
Pilgrims, and the clods pried up with levers. Standish drew his sword
with the rest, but after watching for a moment thrust it back into the
sheath, saying to Alden who as usual was close beside him,--

"Nay, I'll none of it! What mine own thews and sinews may compass, I'll
undertake right joyfully, but I'll never ask Gideon to risk his edge or
his backbone in such rude labors as yon. Every man to his trade, and
these are the sappers and miners with whom he has no concern."

"Is Gideon the name of your sword then, Master?" asked Alden half
timidly, for Standish had the habit of command and was impatient of much

Alden however was a favorite, and the captain, like a lover, was won by
the admiring glance the young man threw at the sword, as its owner
unsheathed it and laid the blade fondly across his palm.

"Why ay," replied he smiling down at it, "I have christened him so; but
methinks, like other converts, he finds the new name sit uneasily at
times, and would fain hear the old one."

"And what might that be?"

"Ah, that is what no man alive can tell. He who forged it of that rare
metal which now and again falls from the skies, and he who first
wielded and named it, have lain in the dust well nigh a thousand years,
if old tales be true."

"A thousand years! But what is its story,--if you will tell it, Master
Standish?" and the young man's face grew bright with excitement as he
glanced from the soldier's face to the blade glittering across his palm,
and seeming to laugh in the wintry sunshine.

"Well, it was an old armorer in Ghent for whom I had done some service
in protecting his daughter and saving some mails which my men would have
plundered, and the old man was more grateful than need be, and came one
night to my lodgings bringing this sword wrapped in his mantle, to offer
me as a gift, for he said he would not sell it, valuing it above all

"And still you would have him take a price," suggested Alden exultantly,
but Standish answered gently,--

"Nay, John, that is but poor pride that cannot allow another to be its
benefactor. I took the old man's gift and thanked him heartily. Later
on, as chance befell, I did him a good turn in a contract for arms,
while he knew it not. But that is beside the matter, which is the sword.
He told me, that old man did, a story fit to set in the ancient romaunts
of chivalry, how he as a young fellow full of heart and lustihood went
out to fight the Turks or some other heathen of those parts, and was a
prisoner, and a lady loved him and he loved her not, having a sweetheart
waiting for him at home. And she had a noble heart and forgave him his
despite, and set him free at risk of her own life, nor gave him freedom
only, but a purse of gold and this sword, which she averred had been
captured from the Persian people hundreds of years before, and was a
true Damascus blade forged from meteor iron, and of the curious
tempering now forgotten. And she said, moreover, that there was a charm
upon it that made him who carried it invincible and scathless, and she,
poor maid, had robbed her father's house of this great treasure, and
brought it to him who loved another woman better than her, and so with
tears and smiles she gave it over, and he for very ruth gave her a
tender kiss, and thus they parted."

"Nay, I pity her not. She was overbold to offer her love before it had
been asked," said Alden hastily.

"Ah, boy, thou 'rt in all the hardness of thy callow youth, and nought's
more hard. Wait some fifteen years till thou comest to my age, and
thou 'lt pity the poor heathen maid as I do to-day. Well, my armorer
took the sword and played it some forty years or more, and then, too old
to wield arms, he took to dealing in them, but never sold this, for it
had proved all that the lady claimed for it, and had slain his enemies,
and fended his friends, and saved his own head more times than he could
number, and now he gave it to me who had, he said, saved more than his

"And these outlandish signs and marks upon the blade?" asked Alden,
peering down at the sword.

"There, now, thou callest for another tale," replied Standish smiling
good-naturedly. "But as they seem to need us not in disemboweling yon
granary, and here we are guard against surprise from whoever may rightly
own the treasure and come to claim it, I will e'en tell thee the rest.

"Thou knowest Pastor Robinson of Leyden, though thou wast never out of
England thyself?"

"I know his fame as a pious teacher and a learned man, well beloved of
his people."

"Beloved? Ay, none more so," exclaimed Standish heartily. "I ever wished
I might see him in some great peril and prove my love by cutting down a
round dozen of his foes. And learned! Why, man, he disputed with the
most learned among their Dutch scholars openly in the big church, and
left them not a leg to stand on, or a tongue to wag. Why, 't is no more
to him to read Hebrew than for me to spell out my Bible. So then,
knowing his learning and his love of all that is old and curious, I one
day showed him my sword and asked if he could rede me fairly the
mystical texts or whatever they might be upon the blade. But mind thee I
said naught to him of any charm or amulet about it, lest I might wound
his conscience, which is tender as a maid's. Thou shouldst have seen the
dear old man, barnacles on nose, peering and peeping and muttering over
the queer device, all at one as he were a wizard himself and working
some spell. But at the last he heaved a mighty sigh, and gave me back
the sword saying, nay, he could not make out more than that there were
two legends in two different tongues and by different hands, and that
the effigies of the sun and moon and stars pointed, he feared, to
idolatrous emblems, and were not such as a Christian man might safely
deal withal. So I asked him would it be better should I have the Holy
Rood wrought above them as did the Crusaders of old, and beshrew me, but
this device seemed to please him less than the other."

"Nay, our teachers like not the look of the Cross, nor use it as our
fathers used. It savoreth of Popery, they say," interposed Alden
glancing at the captain's face for sure approval, but to his surprise he
saw it overcast and frowning.

"Thou knowest," replied he a little haughtily, "that I am not of the
Separatist Church, nor agree in all its teachings. The Standishes were
ever good Catholics, since they came over from Normandy with William the
Baseborn, and if I hold not to the religion of my fathers I accept no
other, nor can I ever esteem lightly those things my mother venerated."

The younger man, perplexed and mortified, remained silent, but in a
moment Standish smiled and resumed his story.

"So, Pastor Robinson confessed his own want of skill, as so wise a man
need not shame to do, but told me of a certain aged scholar in
Amsterdam, well versed in Eastern lore, and able, if any man alive could
do it, to rede me the riddle aright, and he wrote down his name and
lodging and a line to recommend me to his kindly attention, and so gave
me fair good-night.

"Not long after, my occasions called me to Amsterdam, and be sure I took
the time to find the old ancient scholar, a queer, dried-up graybeard,
with skin like the parchment covers of his folios; but he gave me
courteous welcome, and I laid the sword upon the table under his nose.
Faith, John, I thought that same nose would grow to my blade, for a good
half hour passed away, or ever he stirred or spoke. Then he looked
askance at me and said,--

"'How old art thou in very truth?'"

"I told him some thirty years, and he stared and stared until had he
been a young man and a soldier I had asked him his intent. But as it
was, I did but stare back again, until at the last his parchment cheeks
creased and crackled in what may have been meant for a smile, and he

"'Thou mightst have been a score of thirties if thou hadst been born
when this blade was forged.'

"'And why?' asked I, wondering if Pastor Robinson could have known the
man was an old wizard.

"'Because there's that on this blade would have kept thee from all harm
if thou hadst made it thine own,' said he, tapping that circle."

And turning the blade, Standish showed upon the reverse from the sun,
moon, and stars, an ornamented medallion close to the hilt, containing
certain cabalistic signs and marks. Below this was an inscription of
several lines in totally different characters.[1]

[1] This sword may still be seen in Pilgrim Hall, Plymouth,

"And that is a charm to keep a man alive?" asked Alden with bated breath
and eager eyes.

"So that old man said," replied Standish, "but I concern myself little
with such matters, having ever found my own right arm enough to keep my
head, and the grace of God better than any heathen charm."

"And did he read it, and the rest?" pursued Alden.

"Yes, he read it, or at the least he muttered something in some
outlandish gibberish," replied the captain, laughing a little
shamefacedly. "And he told me its meaning, partly in Latin, for we spoke
together in that tongue, but I am such a dullard that I forgot the words
as soon as he spoke them, and so asked him to write them down. Then he
fell a pondering again, and said like the pastor, that the two
inscriptions differed in every way, and he must muse awhile and look in
his books before he could read them fairly, and he asked me to leave
the sword with him. So seeing him so venerable and honorable a man I
consented, although not willingly, and went my way. The next morning I
sought him again not certain but that in the night he and my sword and
the charm had all flown out of window together and gone to join the
Witch of Endor. But no, there he sat, and the sword before him, as if
they never had stirred since I left. And the old man gave me a bit of
parchment covered with crabbed Latin script, and told me I should find
therein the sense of my two inscriptions, though there were words even
he could not decipher. So I put the parchment in my pouch, and reached
my hand to the sword, when he withheld it and said,--

"'This charm avails nothing for thee, my son, because it was not framed
for thee, nor dost thou swear by the powers therein invoked; but I can
frame one that will avail, and will protect thee from any weapon raised
against thee. I have learned somewhat I never knew, in studying thy
sword, and I would fain repay thee in kind.'

"Now lad, as he spoke, a certain terror seized me lest I should be found
dabbling in the black art, and I said, with more than enough vehemence,
that I wanted no charm, nor did I fear mortal weapon or mortal foe, for
in God was my trust, and He was able to hold me scathless, or to take me
when He would. And then, John, a fancy seized me, a foolish fancy of
romance perhaps, but still I mind not thy knowing, so thou 'lt not
babble of it to others. I asked the old man could he put what I had just
said into the same tongue with that heathen charm, and so shape it that
I could have it carved upon my blade above the sun and moon and stars,
which those Persian idolaters worship and had graved there almost as
idols. And he smiled again in that grewsome fashion of his, and said ay
he could do that much, and that as three possessors had already put
invocations to their gods upon the blade it was but fit I should do so
in my turn.

"I liked not the quip, nor the evening of a Christian man's belief to
idolatrous worship, but yet the idea of the Christian charm, if one
might call it so, had taken fast possession of my mind, and I felt as
though it were snatching the good blade from the powers of heathenesse
and giving it to God. So I put what I would say in few words, and the
old man wrought upon it till he had it to his mind, and at the last took
a pencil dipped in some wizard's ink or other and drew these signs upon
the sword as you see them, bidding me take it to an armorer and have
them cut in just as they stood. So I did, choosing, you may be sure, the
armorer who had given me the sword, and showing him, as I have you, that
this is no heathen charm, but the sign of a Christian man's faith."

"And what do they mean, all three of them?" asked Alden reverently. "I
see the figures 1149 graved clearly enough, but what mean the other two

"My lad, thou seest wrong. The 1 and 4 and 9 are but symbols of letters
not there set down, and the whole, partly from that same foolish fancy I
told thee of, and partly because the old scholar bade me never tell it
lest some other man should steal his learning, and partly because Gideon
hath kept the first secret so many years that I feel like trusting him
with another, for all these reasons I promised myself and the scholar
and Gideon that I would never tell the thing to mortal man, nor even
the rendering of the other devices; and lest I should be tempted to
forego my word, sith I claim to be no stronger than Samson, or lest some
one should surprise the secret unawares, I cut the piece of parchment in
two pieces, and handed them back to the old scholar, who disguised not
his huge content thereat. So thou seest, John, two of the three
inscriptions I could not unravel to thee if I would, and of the third
thou wilt not ask me, since it is guarded by a promise."

"Surely, Master, it is not I who would ask you to break it," said John
simply. "But the name of Gideon?"

"Didst never read of Gideon in Holy Writ, John? A mighty soldier before
the Lord who hewed down his father's idol-grove and came out from among
his own people and carved his own way in the world. Ever as I read his
story, I mind me of a man I knew in Lancashire who went to the house of
his fathers to claim what was his own, and when he gat it not, he threw
down the idols he had been trained to worship, and shook off the dust of
that idol-grove where Mammon and Rank and the world's opinion were set
up as gods, and went out into the world to hew out his own fortunes by
the might of his own right arm, and his trust in the God of Israel. So
now, John Alden, thou knowest more about my good sword than any man
alive, for I doubt me if the scholar remembereth, and the armorer is
dead. And when we go into battle, if such good luck await us, and thou
hearest me cry, The Sword of the Lord and of Gideon! thou 'lt know my



"Ho Captain Standish, thou 'rt wanted here!" cried the coarse voice of
Thomas Jones as the two men approached the group gathered about the corn
heap. "Come hither and teach these gentle maids the usages of war. They
speak forsooth of making payment to these unbreeched salvages for the
corn we are taking from this hole in the ground. Was it the way of your
bold fellows in Flanders to make payment to the Spaniards if you
surprised and sacked their camp?"

"The Spaniards were our declared enemies," replied Standish coldly; "and
not only their gear but their lives were ours if we could take them, and
so were ours theirs an' they approved themselves the better men. But
here it is not so; we have no quarrel as yet with the salvages, nor is
it wise to provoke one. We are but a handful, and they in their own
country of unknown strength. Besides, why should we harm those who have
done us no wrong? Is it not wiser to make friends and allies if we may?
So Master Jones you must e'en rank me with the gentle maids who speak
for honesty and justice in this matter."

"As you will, it is no concern of mine," retorted Jones with a surly
laugh; "but never before did I sail in such saintly company, or find
bearded men with swords at their sides carrying themselves like milk-fed

"And in sad seriousness, good Master Jones, do you intend to cast a slur
upon our courage?" demanded Standish, a cold smile upon his lips, while
his right hand toyed with Gideon's hilt, and his right foot planted
itself more firmly.

"Nay, he's no such ass," interposed Hopkins hastily. "He did but mean a
merry joke, and we would have you Captain Standish tell off such men as
had best remain on shore for further exploration while the rest shall
return to the ship with Master Jones, who is in mind to go back before

"Oh, he is overdone with the work we babes have scarce begun," muttered
Standish with a wrathful laugh. "Glad am I to spare him."

"And I," said Bradford joining them. "And we are all of one mind that
Captain Standish shall take command of those who remain, since the
governor and several others find themselves but ailing and will return
with Jones, who forebodes foul weather and needs must take his men
aboard to meet it."

"Why, that's no more than his duty, and mayhap I wronged him," said
Standish generously. "Well, who tarries with me?"

The division was soon made, and as the boats left the shore, beneath the
same cold and stormy sky that had led them forth, and feebly breasted
the hissing waves which seemed to sneer at their puny efforts, the
eighteen men who remained on shore drew closer together.

"Methinks our men are to be sifted like Gideon's army at Mount Moreh,"
said Edward Winslow running his eye over the little group as he linked
his arm with Bradford's. "They went forth twenty-and-two hundred and
fell away to three hundred."

"By the three hundred who lap the water with their hands will I conquer
Midian," quoted Bradford in a clear and ringing voice.

"Hear you that, John?" asked Standish of the young man who followed him
closely. "It is a good omen that the grand old story should have come
into Winslow's head. And now, men, my opinion is that we should strike
inland, and see if we cannot come upon some settlement or stronghold of
the natives, for certes, these barns and graves were not made without
hands, nor were the stubble-fields reaped by ghosts. The tract lying
north and east of this river is yet new to us, and, since you will be
led by me, we will march for some hours hither and yon through its
length and breadth, making our randevous where night may overtake us,
and returning hither to meet the shallop to-morrow."

"It is good counsel, and we will follow you, Captain," said Winslow,
while a consenting murmur stirred the russet beards around, and Hopkins
said, "He among us who best knows the ways of woodlands, and how to
steer the plainest course through these swamps and thickets, should be
on the lead, it seemeth to me, Captain."

"Ay, Hopkins, I have thought of all that," interrupted Standish rather
curtly; "and I have chosen my scout already. Billington, where art thou,

"Here, Captain," responded a coarse voice, and a man whose mean and
truculent face contrasted forcibly with those about him pushed forward
and stood before the captain, who gave him a comprehensive glance,
noting not only the mean and bad face, but the wiry and well-knit
figure, and the eyes quick and watchful as a rat's.

"Billington," repeated he at last, "I've noticed on these expeditions
that thou hast a pretty knack at woodcraft, and can smell thy way among
these bogs and thorny coppices with marvelous good judgment."

"I learned such woodcraft and more while I was gamekeeper to my Lord
Lovell in the old country," interrupted Billington with an impudent
grin. The captain again regarded him with that penetrating glance whose
power is matter of history and replied,--

"I suppose it was in such service that thou camest by that ugly scar
across thy nose. Thou hast never been a soldier, well I wot."

"Thou 'rt right, Captain," said Billington putting his hand to his face
with an unabashed laugh. "It was a poacher"--

"Ay, I thought it was a poacher," interrupted Standish dryly. "Well,
master gamekeeper Billington, to-day thou 'rt under my orders, and I
desire thee to lead us through this wood in an easterly course, and to
keep a diligent eye upon all signs of occupation by the enemy, that is
to say, our friends the salvages. Be very careful in this matter, an'
please thee, good Billington, for shouldst thou think it a merry jest to
lead us into danger of any sort, I fear me thou 'dst find it but a poor
bargain for thyself."

"Nay, Captain, the man means no harm and feels that we are all comrades
in this matter," said Winslow pacifically, while Hopkins muttered

"O'er many masters to my mind."

Standish answered neither, except by a glance from his penetrating eyes,
and Billington taking the lead the little party struck into the woods
and marched rapidly and in silence for an hour or more, when Allerton,
the oldest and feeblest man of the party, suddenly halted, and called to
Standish that he must perforce rest for a few minutes, and was,
moreover, sadly athirst. This want was immediately echoed by all, for
the flasks at every man's belt contained spirits or strong beer, and the
toil of the march, sometimes in spite of Billington's skill through
thickets whose thorny branches tore even the armor from the Pilgrims'
backs, and sometimes through half frozen morasses, had induced a thirst
craving plentiful draughts of pure water.

"We've passed neither spring nor runlet on our course, for I've looked
for such," said Billington removing his leather cap and wiping his brow
upon his sleeve. "And though 't is frosty weather, such a diligent march
as ours heats the blood shrewdly."

"We will halt beside this coppice for a space," ordered Standish
glancing at Allerton's pallid face; "and do thou search yonder hollow,
Billington, for water. Alden go you with him, and keep an eye on his

The two men thus detailed plunged into the little hollow where indeed
water should have been, but found only a pool so shallow and so
sheltered as to have frozen quite solid; from this they brought some
pieces of ice with which Allerton was so revived as to resume his course
for another mile when he again broke down, while all the rest suffered
so sensibly from thirst that they could not conceal their distress.
Another halt was called, and all the younger men dispersed in various
directions, while Allerton lay stretched upon the ground, his parched
mouth open, and his eyes half closed. Beside him stood Standish, real
concern upon his usually stern features, and in his hand a flask of
spirits, from which the exhausted and fevered man turned loathingly.

"'T is as good schnapps as ever came through a still," said Standish
wistfully; "and if thou couldst stomach it must surely do thee good."

"Water, water!" moaned Allerton.

"Ay, a little water mingled with it were better for thee just now,"
replied the Captain soothingly. "But sith water may not be had"--

"Ho, men! Water, water, a running brook!" cried Alden's hearty voice, as
he came bursting his way through the thicket. "A running brook and a
deer drinking at its spring."

"And why didst not shoot the deer instead of hallooing him away, thou
great idiot?" demanded Standish in jesting anger, while, with such a
rush as the animal sore athirst makes when he scents the water springs,
all the men but three of the party burst through the undergrowth and
found themselves in a lovely little dale so sheltered by hills and trees
as to offer only a southern exposure to the weather. The snow of the
previous day had already disappeared from this favored spot, and the
little runlet with its welling spring sparkled free from frost among the
long grasses, sweet-gale, and low shrubbery of the place; among these
shrubs more than one dainty track leading from the forest to the runlet
showed that here the deer came daily down to drink, and Alden in his
heart felt he had done well not to lift a hand against the pretty
creature he had surprised there. But neither the poetic Bradford, the
polished Winslow, nor the meditative Howland paused any more than their
brethren to note the beauty of the spot, but one and all plunging
forward threw themselves upon their knees thrusting their faces into the
water, and only pausing to draw breath and drink again.

"We there drank our first New England water, and with as much delight as
ever we drunk drink in all our lives," wrote Bradford at a later day,
and no doubt the memory of its refreshment lasted all his life.

All but three, and these three were Allerton who could not go, Standish
who would not leave him, and Alden who would not leave Standish until
the latter said,--

"But dost not see, John, that thou 'rt hindering me from quenching my
thirst? Go thou and bring thy steel cap full of water for Master
Allerton, and when I see him revived I'll go right gladly to lap water
out of my hand among my three hundred."

"You are ever right, master," replied Alden briefly, and ran to do as he
was bid.

An hour's rest and the food they had been unable to swallow while
athirst, so refreshed the Pilgrims that even Allerton resumed the march
with fresh courage and pursued it steadily until Billington, suddenly
pausing and pointing down at a narrow path intersecting their own, said
in a low voice to Standish who came close behind him,--

"Men's feet, not beasts. It will lead belike to a village."

"Ay," responded the captain briefly. "Look well to your weapons men, and
light your matches, but let no man fire his piece without command." And
drawing his sword, Standish strode eagerly forward close to Billington,
who with all his faults was no coward, and blithely blew his match to a
fiery glow, while glancing with his ferret eyes behind every tree and
into every covert he passed.

Nothing, however, was to be seen, and suddenly the path came to an end
in a large clearing covered with the stubble of maize recently gathered,
while at the farther side stood several huts formed by a circle of
elastic poles, the butts thrust in the ground and the tops bound
together leaving a hole through which the smoke was invited to escape,
and sometimes did so. The outside was protected by heavy mats of skins
or braided of bark, while a more highly decorated one closed the
doorway. All were evidently deserted, and after some cautious advances,
the captain leaving three men on guard permitted the rest to extinguish
their matches and explore the wigwams so curious to European eyes and so
familiar to our own.

The interior of each showed a cooking hearth or platform framed of
sticks and stones, and an assortment of wooden cooking utensils rudely
carved. Among these the explorers noticed an English bucket without a
bale and a copper kettle, both linking themselves in their minds to the
traces of civilization already noted in the palisades and ruined cabin
near which the store of corn had been found. Many baskets, both for use
and ornament, were found, and sundry boxes curiously wrought with bits
of clam shell, such as were used for wampum, and also little crab shells
and colored pebbles, seemed to show the presence of women and their
proficiency in the fancy work of their own time and taste. Several deer
heads, one of them freshly killed, showed that the inmates of the
wigwams were not far distant, and in a hollow tree by way of larder was
hung the carcass of a deer, so well ripened that even Hopkins pronounced
it "fitter for dogs than men."

From all these novelties and curiosities the Pilgrims selected a few of
the prettier specimens to carry to their comrades on board, formally
promising each other, as they had in case of the corn, to make due
payment to the owners whenever they should be found, a promise most
conscientiously performed at a later day.

By the time these matters were fully examined night was falling, and
the Pilgrims, strong in their own good intentions and also in their
weapons, encamped a short distance from the Indian village, and although
keeping diligent guard all night saw nor heard naught to disturb their
slumbers. Rousing betimes next morning, their first attention was given
to prayers, and their next to making as good a breakfast as possible
with the aid of some wild fowl and little birds shot during the previous
day's march, and then the "meat and mass" which "hinder no man" thus
attended to, they set forth in the direction of the river where they
were to be picked up by the shallop. Toward noon this point was nearly
reached, in fact the clearing with the European cabin was close at hand,
when Billington paused beside a mound carefully laid up with a border of
beach stones and rounded high and smooth with sods, over which were laid
hewn planks such as composed the cabin.

"It is another store of corn of choicer variety," declared he greedily;
but Hopkins shook his head.

"It is the grave of some great sachem, or haply from these planks above
him it is the grave of whoever built yon cabin and palisado."

"Belike there is treasure of some wrecked vessel which brought him
hither, and which he stored away thus, until his rescue," said Rigdale.

"Should not we cautiously open it, Captain, and certify ourselves what
is therein?" asked Bradford. "If it prove a grave we can but reverently
cover it again, and if it be food, we need all that we can gather for
food and seed."

"Ay, Master Bradford," replied Standish thoughtfully. "I like not
meddling with graves for despite or for curiosity, but sith it much
imports us to understand this country where we are to dwell, I think we
may examine this mound, and, as thou sayest, if it be a grave of white
man or of red, we will leave it as honorable as we find it."

Permission thus given, swords, bayonets, and hatchets were set to work,
and in a few moments, the upper surface of sand and earth being removed,
the explorers came upon a large bow, strong, tough, and beautifully
carved and pointed.

"It is a sachem, and a mighty man of valor if he wielded this bow and
shot these arrows," said Hopkins handling them respectfully.

"It seemeth to me like a white man's touch in this carving," said
Winslow examining the bow.

"Here lieth a goodly mat, stained with red and blue in a fair pattern,"
said Bradford drawing it off the grave, as it now seemed certain to be.

"And what is this?" exclaimed Alden raising something which lay beneath
the mat. Brushing away the mould that clung to it, this proved to be a
piece of plank some twenty-seven inches in length, carefully smoothed
upon one side, and painted with what seemed an heraldic achievement,
while the top was cut into something of the fashion of a crest
consisting of three spikes or tines.

"It is a hatchment over a noble's grave," cried Standish. "Say you not
so, Master Winslow? See you, here is a shield, although I know not the
device, and here is surely a crest."

"So it beseemeth, Captain," replied Winslow cautiously. "And to my mind
this crest is a rude presentment of the lilies of France. See you now,
Master Bradford!"

"Nay, I know naught of such toys," replied Bradford sturdily. "To my
mind it looketh as much like Neptune's trident as aught else."

"Or like a muck-fork," suggested Rigdale in his broad Lancashire
dialect, and with a coarse laugh resented by Standish, who, an
aristocrat to his heart's core, ill brooked contempt of chivalrous
emblems, especially by a rustic of his own shire.

"Well, let us get on with this business," said he peremptorily, and
pulling away another mat he disclosed a store of bowls, plates, dishes,
and such matters, all new and beautifully carved and decorated.

"For the dead man to cook and eat on his journey to the happy hunting
grounds, which the salvages place in the room of heaven," said Hopkins
sanctimoniously. Beneath these lay another mat, and beneath this a crypt
carefully bedded with dry white sand, upon which lay two packages
carefully sewn up in sailcloth, the one more than six feet in length,
the other barely three.

"The body of a man and child," said Bradford softly, as he helped to
raise them from their pure white cell and lay them upon the earth.

"Open them with care, friends," said Standish uncovering his head. "It
is some white man buried in such honor as they had knowledge of by those
who loved him."

The many folds of canvas removed, there lay a strange sight before the
Pilgrims' eyes. Inclosed in a great quantity of fine red powder,
emitting a pungent but agreeable odor, lay the skeleton of a man,
fleshless, except upon the skull, where clung the skin and a mass of
beautiful hair, yellow as gold, and curling closely as if in life.

"Is the flesh turned to this red powder?" asked Alden fingering it

"Dost know, Hopkins?" asked Standish, but the veteran shook his head.

"I have seen naught like this in all my life," confessed he. "See, here
is a parcel at his feet done up in another bit of the old sail."

"Shall I open it, Captain?" asked Alden eagerly.

"Ay, an' thou wilt."

"'T is clothes. A sailor's jerkin and breeches, a knife, a sail needle
threaded with somewhat like a bowstring"--

"A deer's sinew. They still use it as our women do linen thread," said
Hopkins taking it in his hand.

"And some bits of wrought iron," continued Alden turning them over.

"Ay, ay, ay, the poor fellow's chiefest treasures in his exile among the
salvages," said Bradford gently.

"And still he was finding some comfort, you may well be sure," suggested
Hopkins. "For it was a savage woman who laid him thus carefully to his
rest, and yon package be sure is the bones of her child."

"Belike. Open it, John," said Standish briefly, and in effect the
smaller package contained the same red and pungent powder encasing the
bones of a little child, his head covered with a thinner thatch of the
father's yellow curls, and the wrists, ankles, and neck surrounded with
strings of fine white beads. Beside it lay a little bow and arrows
ornamented with all the loving elaboration of Indian art.

"A boy, and his mother's darling, be she red or white, savage or
Christian," said Bradford softly, as his thoughts flew to the baby boy
left in Holland under charge of his wife Dorothy's parents.

"Yes," replied Standish gently. "Cover them reverently, and lay them in
their grave again. God send comfort to that poor woman's heart."

"Certes they are no salvages," said Hopkins positively. "Never saw I
yellow hair on any but a white man's head, nor do red men wear

"Ay, he was a white man, but, as I opine, a Frenchman," declared Winslow

"French surely, masters, for this is French," said Robert Cartier
timidly, as he handled the pointed board. "These are indeed the lilies
of France. I have seen them full oft."

"Say you so, lad?" asked Standish kindly. "Well, I suppose a man loves
his country's ensign though he be naught but a Frenchman. There, place
all as we found it, and let us go our ways."



"Found you a good burial place in yonder wilderness?" asked Dorothy
Bradford of her husband the next morning as he sat beside her in their
little cabin on the high quarter deck of the Mayflower.

"Ay truly, wife," replied the husband cheerily. "And much did we muse as
to the remains so honorably interred. One of those we found was a little
lad scarce as old as our baby John, and almost mine eyes grew wet in
thinking of him so far away."

"Cruel that thou art to speak of him," exclaimed the young mother
wildly, "when thou knowest I am dying for sight of the child and of home
and my mother and all that I hold dear. I asked, hadst thou found a
grave for poor me in this wilderness whither thou hast brought me to

"Nay, then, dear wife"--

"Mock me not with fair words, for they are naught. If I indeed am dear
take me home to all I love. Here I have naught but thee, and one might
as well love one of these cold gray rocks as thee."

"Have I not been kind and gentle to thee, Dorothy?" asked Bradford
bowing his face upon his hands.

"Ay, kind enow," replied she sullenly. "And gentle, as brave men still
must be to helpless women, but as for love! Tell me now, William
Bradford, dost thou to-day love me as thou couldst have loved Alice
Carpenter who flouted thee and married Edward Southworth instead? Nay,
now, them darest not deny that thou dost love her still!"

"Peace, woman!" exclaimed Bradford raising his face, stern and pale as
his wife had seldom seen it, and then as he marked her fragile features
and woe-begone expression his tone changed to a gentle one. "Nay,
Dorothy, thou wrongest thyself and me. I told thee of certain passages,
past before I knew thee, because I would have no secret between my wife
and me, and it is ill-done of thee to use my confidence as a weapon
against me. And again thou wrongest me grievously; Edward Southworth's
wife is naught to us; we twain are made one, and our lives are to run in
the one channel while both shall last. It is for me to shape and hew
that channel, and for thee to see that its waters run clear and sweet,
and, if you will, to plant posies on the banks. Let us never speak again
of these matters, Dorothy, but rather turn our minds to making a fair
home of the place whither God hath brought us, and doing our best by
each other. Trust me, wife, thou shalt never have cause to complain for
lack of aught I can win for thee or do for thee. Nay, Dorothy, my wife,
weep not so bitterly!"

"Master Bradford, are you within?" asked John Howland's voice outside
the door.

"Ay. What is thy errand, John?"

"The governor prays you to attend a Council convened in the great

"I will come," and laying his hand tenderly yet solemnly upon the bowed
head of his wife Bradford murmured,--

"God help thee, Dorothy, God help us both!" and without waiting for a
reply so left her.

In the cabin he found the principal men of the company seated around a
table covered with charts, scrolls, and instruments of various sorts.
Standish with a brief nod made room for the new-comer, and Carver in his
measured tones explained: "Some of us were talking with Master Jones
upon the question of seating ourselves by yonder river as he strongly
adviseth, and I thought it best, Master Bradford, to call a general
Council and settle the matter out of hand. Here are such charts as the
Mayflower saileth by, and here is Master Smith's maps whereon we find
this bay, and much of the coast beyond, laid fairly down. Master Hopkins
counseleth a place called Agawam[2] some twenty leagues to the
northward, whereof he hath heard as a good harbor and fishing ground.
Others say that we should explore yet farther along the shores of this
land which Smith calleth Cape Cod, even as he nameth the whole district
New England, which is verily a pleasant reminder for us, who in spite of
persecution and harshness must still love the name of the land wherein
we have left the bones of our sires."

[2] Ipswich.

"It needs not so many words, Governor," interrupted Jones rudely. "If ye
will not be satisfied with the place ye saw yesterday, Coppin, our
pilot, knoweth of another river with plenty of cleared land about it,
and a harbor fit for a war-fleet to ride in, lying two or three leagues
to the southwest of this place. What think you of taking your pinnace
and going to look at it?"

"We will have in the pilot and hear his story for ourselves before we
answer that query," said Carver with dignity, while Standish less
temperately demanded,--

"And why, Master Jones, didst not tell us this at first rather than at
last? Well nigh hadst thou forced us to land where we could if only to
be rid of thy importunity."

"Why of course I had rather landed you here, and been off for home
rather than to carry you further and be burdened with your queasy
fancies," retorted Jones brutally. "I'm no man's fool I'd have thee to
know my little fire-eater, and thou 'lt be no gladder to say good-by
when the time comes than I."

"Here is Robert Coppin, friends," interposed Brewster mildly, as a hardy
fellow entered the cabin and nodded with scant ceremony to the company.

"Sit thee down, Coppin," said Carver making room for the pilot beside
him. "We would have thee show us upon the chart this river whereof
Master Jones says thou knowest."

"Well, it should be hereaway methinks," replied Coppin bending over the
map and tracing the coast line with a horny forefinger. "Is it yon? Nay,
I am no scholar and steer not by a chart I cannot make out. I know the
place when I see it, and I'll find it again if I'm set to it."

"Thou 'st been there, then?"

"Ay, we lay there three weeks when I sailed in the whaler Scotsman out
of Glasgow, and more by token we named the place Thievish Harbor, for
one of the Indians stole a harpoon out of our boat and away with it
before we could reach him. 'T is a goodly river, broader and deeper than
yon, and has a broad safe harbor."[3]

[3] Jones River, Duxbury.

"And why didst thou not tell us of this place sooner, Master Coppin,
sith thou art our pilot?" sternly demanded Winslow.

"Well, master," returned Coppin slowly, and casting a furtive look at
Jones who was draining a pewter flagon of beer, "I did tell Master Jones
yonder, but he said he had liefer you seated here, and I was to hold my

"Thou liest, knave," roared Jones menacing him with the flagon. "Thou
liest in thy throat. Or if thou didst mumble some nonsense in mine ears,
I paid no heed, doubting not that thou hadst told it all before to thy
gossips among these pious folk. But, Governor, if it is your pleasure to
seek out this place, I will lend you some of my men and set you forward
at your own pleasure."

"Thanks for your good will, master," replied Carver coldly. "What say
you, friends? Shall we try it?"

Murmurs and words of assent were heard on all sides, and Standish

"My mind, if you will have it, is that this matter should be shrewdly
pressed, and an end made of it as soon as may be. Our people dwindle
daily; they who were well a se'nnight since are ill to-day, and may be
dead to-morrow. Our provision waxeth short and poor, and be it once
spent our good friend Jones will give us none of his we may be sure. We
are no babes to be cast down by these things, nor frighted at facing
them, but sure it is the part of wisdom to use our strength while it is
left to us, and to explore this place, and any other whereof we may
hear, with no farther delay. My counsel is to tell off a company of our
soundest men, and set forth with Coppin this very hour, or as soon as we

"Well and manfully spoken, Captain Standish," replied Carver, and from
more than one bearded throat came a grim murmur of approval, while
Hopkins significantly added,--

"Let them who will, be treated as babes and set down here or there
without their own consent. I for one am with thee, Captain, in the
bolder course."

"If thou 'rt with me, thou 'rt with the governor and the brethren. I
have no separate design, Master Hopkins," replied Standish coldly. "I
did but give my mind subject to the approval of the rest."

"And so good a mind it seemeth to me, that I propose we follow it
without delay. What say ye, friends?"

"I like the scheme so well that I fain would set forth this moment,"
said Bradford, over whom the depression of his interview with Dorothy
still hung.

"Then in God's name let the thing go forward," said Carver solemnly
raising his hand. "And, it is my mind that such among us as have in some
sort the charge of the rest should be the men to go upon this emprise,
both because they are best fitted to judge what is needed, and because
they will be hampered by no need of orders from headquarters. I propose,
then, that leaving Elder Brewster in charge of those who remain aboard,
the party should consist of me as your governor, and Captain Standish as
our man of war, with Master Winslow, Master Bradford, and the Brothers
Tilley from the Leyden brethren, to whom we will join Master Hopkins,
Master Warren, and Edward Dotey of London."

"Will it please your excellency to add my name?" asked John Howland
eagerly. "Well I wot I am not a principal man, but I have a strong arm,
and would fain follow thee, if I may."

"A strong arm, a stout heart, and a ready wit," replied Carver looking
kindly at his retainer. "And gladly do I number thee of the company.
That then counts ten of us, and we shall have Thomas English in charge
of the pinnace with John Alderton our seaman, and that methinks is

"Enough to meet the danger if there be danger, and to divide the glory
if there be glory," said Myles placidly, and Bradford softly and
pensively replied,

"No such glory as thou didst win in Flanders, friend, but truly the
'glory that fadeth not away.'"

"Hm!" retorted Myles as softly, but pulling his red beard with a grim
smile. "I'm not greedy, Will, and I'll leave those honors for thee."

"Nay," began Bradford rousing himself, but at that moment the whole brig
was shaken, and the councilors startled from their dignity by a
tremendous explosion which drove them from their seats, while the air
was rent by yells and shrieks in various tones and degrees, and a
stifling smoke and smell of gunpowder filled the cabin.

"The magazine has blown up!" shouted Standish. "Man the boats, and fetch
the women and children!" And he rushed to his own cabin where Rose lay,
not well enough to rise. But Bradford, seated near the companion-way,
had already sprung down and presently returned leading by the ear a
blubbering boy, his hands and face besmirched with gunpowder.

"Here is the culprit, Master Carver," announced he placing him in front
of the governor.

"John Billington!" exclaimed Carver sternly. "Ever in mischief, what
hast thou done now? Speak the truth, boy, or 't is the worse for thee."

"I did but take dad's gun from the hooks in our cabin, and she went off
in my hands," whimpered the boy.

"Nay, 'twas more than that, for we heard not one but several
explosions," persisted the governor.

"There was a keg of gunpowder under the bed," confessed the boy
reluctantly, "and--and--some of it flew out upon the floor."

"Flew out without hands!" exclaimed Hopkins, but Carver raised his
finger and asked mildly,--

"And what didst thou with the powder on the floor, John?"

"I made some squibs as father did last Guy Fawkes Day," muttered the

"And dropped the fire among the loose powder on the floor, and so sent
all off together!" broke in Hopkins again. "And if the keg had caught,
thou wouldst have blown the ship to pieces! Thou unwhipt rascal,
thou 'rt enough to corrupt a whole colony of boys. If my Bartholomew
ever speaks to thee again I'll break every bone in his body, as I'd well
like to thine, and will"--

"Nay, nay, Master Hopkins!" interposed the governor sternly. "It is
never well to threaten what we cannot perform. We break not bones nor
put to the torture in our new community; but, John Billington, I shall
counsel thy father to take thee ashore and whip thee so soundly as shall
make thee long remember that gunpowder is for thee forbidden fruit. Go,
now, to thy cabin, and remain there till he comes, while I go to see
what harm thou hast wrought."

"Mistress Carver would fain see the governor without delay," announced
Lois, Mistress Carver's maid, in a quavering voice. "Jasper More was so
frighted by the noise that he is in convulsions, and we know not but he
is dying."

"Is Doctor Fuller here?" demanded another voice. "Mistress White would
see him presently."

"And this is thy work, boy!" exclaimed Carver solemnly. "Go!"

And the boy crept miserably away, foreboding the whipping of which he
was not disappointed.



So thoroughly were the bolder spirits among the Pilgrims impressed with
the necessity of haste in finding an abiding place that by afternoon of
the next day the pinnace was victualed and fitted for a voyage of ten
days or more, and the adventurers ready to embark. To the twelve men
previously named, all of whom were signers of the Constitution already
drawn up to quell symptoms of insubordination on the part of Hopkins and
others, were added Clarke and Coppin, acting as pilots, with the rank of
master's mate, three sailors, and the master gunner, who, uninvited,
thrust himself into the company in hopes of making something by traffic,
or, as he phrased it, _trucking_ with the Indians.

But hasten as they might many things delayed them, some of them as
important as the death of Jasper More, an orphan in charge of the
Carvers, and the birth of a son to Mistress White, whom his father and
Doctor Fuller whimsically named Peregrine, latest of the Pilgrims, and
first of native born American white men. When at last the shallop left
the Mayflower's side it was in teeth of such bad weather as left the
former expedition far in the shade, for not only was the northeast wind
more bitter, but the temperature so low that the spray froze upon the
rigging and the men's jerkins, turning them into coats of mail almost
impossible to bend.

It was soon found impossible for Master English to lay his proposed
course, and finally the Pilgrims resolved to land and encamp for the
night, partly for the sake of the greedy gunner, who had turned so
deadly sick that it was feared he would die, and for Edward Tilley, who
lay in the bottom of the boat in a dead swoon, while his brother John
crouched beside him covered with John Howland's coat, which he declared
was but an impediment to him in rowing.

"They should never have come. Had I guessed their unfitness I would have
hindered it, but now alack it is too late, and I fear they have come to
their death," said Carver in Bradford's ear, and indeed it was so. The
brothers, never divided in body or soul since their birth, had as one
man given their substance, their strength, their faith, to the common
cause, and now were giving their lives as simply and as willingly as
heroes ever will go to their death, so giving life to many.

The second night found them only as far as what we now call Eastham, and
again building a "randevous" and gathering firewood, a difficult task at
any time in this vicinity, for the trees were lofty and the underbrush
annually burned away by the Indians to facilitate hunting. But it was
finally done, as all things will be when such men set about them, the
fire was built, the supper eaten, the prayer said, and the psalm sung,
its rude melody rising from that wilderness to the wintry sky with the
assurance of Daniel's song in the den of lions. Then all slept except
Edward Dotey, to whom was committed the first watch, to last while three
inches of the slow-match attached to his piece were consuming.

Striding up and down his appointed beat the young man hummed again the
evening psalm, mildly anathematized the cold, peered into the blackness
of the forest, and glanced enviously at his comrades sound asleep about
the fire.

"'T is all but burned," muttered he stooping to examine the match, and
thrusting a fallen log back into the fire with his boot. But in that
very instant upon the intense stillness of the night burst suddenly a
discordant clamor, a confusion of horrible and unknown sounds, unlike,
in simple Edward Dotey's mind, to anything possible this side of hell.
Undaunted even thus, he answered the assault with a yell of quivering
defiance, fired his matchlock into the air, and shouted at the top of
his voice,--

"Arm! arm! arm! The fiend is upon us!"

All sprang to their feet alert and ready, and two or three pieces were
shot off, but no foe appeared, and no reply was made to their shouts of

Dotey, questioned by Standish, was fain to confess he had seen nothing,
and Coppin averred that he had more than once heard similar sounds upon
the coast of Newfoundland, and that they were commonly thought to be the
voices of sirens or mermaids who haunted lonely shores.

"If naught more imminent than mermaids is upon us I'll e'en go back to
sleep," said Winslow in good-natured derision, while Standish, lighting
his slow-match, said pleasantly to Dotey,--

"Lay thee down, man, and sleep. If thy fiend comes again I'll give
account of him."

A few grim jests, a little laughter, and the camp was again quiet, until
Standish, sure that no enemy could be at hand, resigned his watch to
Howland, and he to English, until at five o'clock William Bradford
aroused his comrades, reminding them that on account of the tide they
must embark within the hour, and had still to breakfast.

A wintry fog, piercing in its chill, had closed down upon the camp,
covering everything with a half-frozen rime, dropping sullenly like rain
from such things as came near the fire, and stiffening into ice in the

"I fear me our pieces will hang fire after this soaking," remarked
Carver examining his matchlock.

"It were well to try them before there is need," said Winslow firing his
into the thicket behind the camp. His example was followed by several,
until Standish good-humoredly cried,--

"Enough, enough, friends! Save powder and shot for the enemy if there be
one. Such grapes grow not on these vines."

"Well, since the pieces are ready, and the twilight breaks, it were well
for some of us to carry them and the other armor down to the boat, while
the rest set out the breakfast," suggested Hopkins, always anxious to be

"Nay, 't is but poor soldiership to part from our arms even for so brief
a space," said Winslow. "There be other matters, cloaks and haversacks,
and such like, that can be carried, but the arms and armor should abide
with them who wear them."

"Master Winslow may do as seemeth good in his own eyes, but my armor
goeth now," retorted Hopkins in a belligerent tone. And loading himself
with his breastplate, steel cap, matchlock, and bullet pouch, he strode
obstinately away to the boat, lying some three or four hundred yards
distant, waiting for the tide to float her.

Standish watched him disapprovingly, and, turning to Carver, he inquired

"What saith our governor?"

"Let each man do as seemeth good to himself," replied Carver placably.
"'T is of no great import."

"My snaphance goes nowhere out of reach of my right hand," announced
Standish somewhat sharply, for the want of discipline grieved him, and
Bradford, Winslow, and Howland silently indorsed both his action and his
feeling. The courteous Carver said nothing, and did nothing, but a
sailor seeing the governor's armor lying together, carried it down to
the boat, thinking to do him a service.

Reaching the shore, Hopkins found the boat surrounded by a few inches of
water, and, not caring to wade out to her, laid his load upon the shore,
to wait until she fairly floated,--an example followed by the rest, some
of whom strolled back to the camp, while others stood talking to those
who had slept on board, until a summons to breakfast quickened their
motions; but just as the laggards entered the randevous the same
horrible noise that had so startled Edward Dotey burst forth again,
while one of the sailors yet lingering by the shore came rushing up,
shouting like a madman,--

"Salvages! Indians! They are men!" and, as if to prove his words, a
shower of arrows came rattling into the randevous, one of them
transfixing the lump of boiled beef laid ready for breakfast.

"Why didn't you bring up your pieces again, ye fools!" cried Standish
angrily. "Run, now, and recover them before the enemy seizes them, while
we men of wit cover your course."

Not waiting to dispute the style of this command, the unarmed men
hastened to obey it, while Standish, taking position at the open
entrance of the barricade, fired his shaphance in the direction where
the sailor pointed; Bradford followed suit; but as Winslow and Howland
stepped forward Standish held up his hand,--

"Hold your fire, men, until we see the foe, and Bradford load again with
all speed! We must hold the randevous at all odds, for here is half our
stuff, and our lives depend upon not losing it. Hasten ye laggards! Run
Tilley! Run men!"

"He is spent!" cried John Howland, throwing down his piece and dashing
out into the open, where he seized John Tilley round the waist and half
carried, half dragged him into the inclosure.

"They will seize the shallop!" cried Carver, and springing on the
barricade, heedless of his own exposure, he shouted to those in the

"Ho, Warren! English! Coppin! Are you safe and on your watch?"

"Ay, well! All is well!" cried the rough voices of the seamen, and
Warren's manly tones added, "Be of good courage, brethren!"

"And quit yourselves like men," muttered Standish, his snaphance at his
shoulder, his eager eyes scanning the covert.

Three shots from the pinnace rang bravely through the wood, and then
came a hail,--

"Ho, comrades, bring us a light! We have no fire to set off our pieces!"

"Their matches are not alight!" exclaimed Howland, and snatching a brand
from the camp-fire he again dashed out, down the wooded slope, and
splashing mid-leg deep through the freezing brine, he gave the brand
into Warren's hand, then rushed back as he came, the arrows whistling
around his head and two sticking in his heavy frieze jerkin.

"Well done, John! well done!" cried Carver clapping the young man on the
shoulder as, breathless and glowing, he stooped to pick up his
matchlock. "The sight of such valor will daunten the Indians more than a
whole flight of bullets."

And in fact there was for a moment a lull in the enemy's movements, but
rather of rage than dismay, for the savage outcry burst forth the next
moment with more ferocity than ever, and as it died away a single voice
shouted in a tone of command some words, to which the rest responded by
such a yell as later on curdled the blood of the hapless settlers at
Deerfield and other places.

"Aha! There is a leader, there!" growled Standish, his eyes glittering
and his strong teeth clenched. "Let him show himself!"

As if in answer to the wish a stalwart figure leaped from behind a large
tree to the shelter of a smaller one, about half a gunshot from the

"That's your man, Captain!" exclaimed Howland, who stood next him.

"Ay, leave him to me!" growled Standish. "Ha!" for an arrow well and
strongly aimed hit squarely above his heart, and rebounded from the coat
of mail Rose had insisted upon his putting on.

"For thee, wife!" murmured the captain, and fired.

Bark and splinters flew from the tree where the crown of the warrior's
head had showed for an instant, but a shriek of derisive laughter told
that no further harm was done. Standish, with a grim smile, reloaded
his snaphance, while two more arrows vigorously flew, one piercing the
right sleeve of his doublet, the other aimed at his face, which he
avoided by moving his head. Then for one instant a dusky arm was seen
reaching over the shoulder for another arrow, and in that instant the
snaphance rang cheerily out, the arm fell with a convulsive movement,
and a piercing cry rang through the wood, followed by the pattering of
many moccasoned feet, as dusky shadows slipped from tree to tree, and
were lost in the dim recesses of the forest.

"They are routed! They fly!" cried Howland firing his piece into a
rustling thicket.

"Yes, that last cry was the retreat," said Standish half regretfully
plucking the arrow from his sleeve. "The chief finds his courage cooled
by a broken elbow. I doubt me if ever he speed arrow again."

"Body o' me!" continued he examining the shaft in his hand. "See you,
John, 't is pointed with naught but a bird's talon, curiously bound on
with its own sinews. To be scratched to death by a fowl were but a poor
ending for a man that has fought Alva!"

"Pursue them, Captain, pursue and terrify, but kill not, if you can help
it," ordered Carver eagerly. "Let the heathen know that they are but
men, and that the Lord of Hosts is on our side."

"Forward then, men! At the double-quick! Run!" and, waving his sword,
Standish rushed after the flying savages, followed by all but Carver,
English, and the sailors who stayed to guard the randevous and the
pinnace. But even as he ran Myles muttered, perhaps to the sword

"Beshrew me if I see how I am to hurl yon text in the heathen's teeth,
sith we have no common tongue, and they will not stop for parley! A good
man, and a gentle, but no soldier, is our governor!"

As might have been expected, the Pilgrims, in their heavy clothing and
armor, proved no match for the Indians in a foot-race, and after
pursuing them for about a quarter of a mile Standish called a halt, and
ordered his men to raise a shout of mingled triumph and defiance,
followed by a volley of three, each three reloading as the next fired.

The victory thus asserted, and the foe offering no response, the little
army retired in good order upon the randevous, where they only tarried
long enough to pick up the rest of their possessions and make a sheaf of
arrows, pointed not only with eagle's claws, but with the tips of deer's
horns and bits of brass and iron gathered from the various European
vessels touching for provisions or traffic at these shores.

It was indeed to the treachery of one of these commanders that the
present attack of the savages was due. Thomas Hunt, visiting these
shores in 1614 to procure a cargo of dried fish for Spain, recompensed
the kindness and hospitality of the savages by cajoling four-and-twenty
of them on board his ship and carrying them as slaves to Malaga, where
he sold several, the rest being claimed for purposes of conversion by
the Franciscan Friars of those parts.

One of these captives, named Tisquantum, or Squanto, escaped from Hunt,
and remained for a while in England, where he was kindly treated and
learned the language with something of the mode of life. He was brought
back to Cape Cod as an interpreter by an adventurer named Dermer, and
finally returned to his own people, who were so enraged by his story of
Hunt's treachery and cruelty, that they resolved by way of revenge to
sacrifice the first white men who fell into their hands, and had they
proved themselves better men than the Pilgrims would have inflicted not
only death, but the most cruel torments upon them.

The goods and weapons on hoard, Carver, by a word, gathered the men
around him upon the sands, and in a few fervent and hearty words
returned thanks to the God of battles for His aid and protection,
invoking at the same time protection and counsel for the farther dangers
of the exploration. Then embarking with all speed the shallop was pushed
off and flew merrily on before the strong east wind.



"And now, Master Coppin, let us bear up for Thievish Harbor without more
delays," said Carver as the boat settled to her work, and the men into
their places.

"Ay, ay, master," responded the pilot cheerily. "And a good harbor and a
good seat shall you find it in spite of its ill-favored name."

But as the day went on the stormy sky lowered yet more and more blackly,
the wind, shifting between east and north, swooped in angry gusts across
the black waters, or blew in so fierce a gale that the shallop scarcely
bore her close-reefed sails, and more than once careened so as to ship
alarming seas. The air, filled with sleet and icy snow, cut like a knife
through the thickest clothing, and again Edward Tilley, swooning with
exhaustion and cold, lay lifeless in the bottom of the boat, sadly
watched by his brother in hardly better plight and by Carver, who, like
the father of a family, carried all his children in his heart.

About the middle of the afternoon these skirmishes of the storm
concentrated in one furious and irresistible attack, before which even
the hardy sailors lowered their heads and clung to whatever lay nearest,
while Clarke, who was steering, suddenly reeled violently against the
bulwark, and recovering himself with a fearful oath seized an oar and
thrusting it out astern shouted,--

"We be all dead men! The rudder has broke, and no man can steer in such
a sea as this with an oar!"

"Two men may, so they be men and not cowards!" shouted John Alderton in
retort, and springing to the stern he thrust out his own oar, calling to
a comrade,--"Here, Cornish Jim, come you and help me, and so long as ash
blades and stout arms hold we two will steer the craft."

"Good cheer, men!" hailed Coppin from the bows where he was on the
lookout. "I see the harbor straight ahead! We are all but in! Carry on,
carry on with your sails there, Clarke, and let us make the haven before
the gale rises to its height."

"She'll never carry another inch of canvas," expostulated English as the
mate shook out a reef in the mainsail, but Coppin and Clarke were now in
command, since only they professed to know the coast, and the warning
was unheeded, especially as the wind had for a moment lulled or rather
drawn back for a more formidable spring, swooping down as the last reef
point was loosed with a force that snatched the great sail from the
men's hands, and buried the nose of the shallop deep under water. The
sail cracked and filled until it was tense as iron, but the honest
Holland duck could not give way, and it was the mast that had to go,
breaking into three pieces and falling overboard with a splintering
crash. Nor was this the worst, for with the mast went the great sail
with all its hamper of blocks and cordage, which, half in and half out
the boat, threatened to capsize and swamp her before it could be cut

"Save the sail, men!" cried English through all the hubbub. "As good
lose all as lose our sail! Gather it in and stow it as best we may. Keep
her before the wind, you lubbers! Handle your oars for your lives!"

For now the great boat, losing her sail, must depend upon oars, and with
two men at each, and Alderton and the Cornish giant steering as best
they might against a sea howling and leaping like wild beasts around
them, the shattered craft drove on past the headland of Manomet,
steering straight for the deadly rocks off the Gurnet's Head, which
Coppin espying from the bows, he uttered a cry of dismay, shouting,--

"The Lord be merciful to our sinful souls, for I never saw this place

"Breakers ahead!" shouted Clarke. "Beach her, Alderton! Run her ashore
on yon headland! We that can swim may save ourselves! Beach her, I say!"

"And I say no such coward thing," retorted Alderton. "About with her,
men! Row, row for your lives! Bend down to it! So! Pull, pull! I see a
channel ahead and smooth water! Hold on here, Jim, till I get out
another oar, this cracks! Now then! Yeo-ho! Here we go past the reef!"

And weathering Brown's Island and the Gurnet Rocks, the brave fellow
steering more by instinct than sight, for darkness had fallen with the
storm, the shallop struck the channel then dividing Saquish from the
Gurnet, flew through it like a hunted creature, and forging past the
north headland of a small densely wooded island found herself in calm
water close under its lee.

"There, men, ye are safe, thanks to stout hearts and arms and good ashen
blades!" exclaimed Alderton drawing his first full breath since seizing
the steering oar.

"Thanks to God Almighty who still giveth His servants the victory,"
amended Carver, who had toiled with the sturdiest.

"And now, where are we and what is to do next?" demanded Standish
clenching his blistered hands.

"We are between two shores, maybe islands both, maybe the lee shore is
the main," replied Coppin peering through the darkness. "And more I know

"And I for one am minded to get ashore and see if there be stuff for a
fire and shelter, whatever name the place may hold," cried Hopkins
dashing the drops of salt water from his face and beard.

"And I," added Standish heartily. "What say you, Master Carver? Shall we
land and make some sort of randevous upon the shore?"

"The place may be full of salvages, who, drawn by the light of a fire,
can come upon us unaware," replied Carver hesitatingly.

"As well risk another encounter as to perish here of cold and
exhaustion," suggested Winslow.

"Safety most often lies on the side of courage," declared Standish

"And Master Tilley will die if naught be done for him," pleaded Howland,
and to this consideration Carver at once yielded his careful scruples.

"Ay, John, thou 'rt right to mind me of that," said he. "Some of us will
go ashore and make a fire, whereat to comfort those who are overborne by
cold and weariness, and some shall keep the boat until the first are
refreshed, and so hold watch and watch."

"And I will be of the first watch ashore," cried Clarke, the master's
mate; "for I'd twice liefer meet all the salvages of the Indies than to
freeze like a clod, so here goes." And stepping upon the gunwale he made
a spring in the dark, alighting upon a slippery rock and measuring his
length upon the sand. Nothing daunted, however, he grasped a handful of
sand in each fist, as if his prostration had been voluntary, and
springing to his feet cried in a braggadocio voice,--

"I seize this land for King James of England and for myself."

"Thyself!" growled Coppin, jealously. "We'll call it Clarke's Land,
then; for truly 't is all thou 'rt ever likely to be master of."

"Nay, then, thou 'rt welcome to the six feet they'll give thee after
thou 'rt hung," retorted Clarke, and the sailors chuckled at the jest,
while the Pilgrims gravely arranged which watch should first land, and
which keep the boat.

Peering around in the obscurity, the pioneers soon found a sheltered
nook close under the bluff, and built their fire and made their camp
very near the spot where a little wharf now lies, and where generation
after generation of their children has stood to meditate, to dream, to
drink in the glory of summer seas and skies, or beneath the August moon
to whisper in each others ears the old, old story, never so fresh and
never so real as it has come to some of them on the shores of Clarke's

No rosy dreams, no moonlit passages were theirs however, who in that
stormy December night first trod that pleasant shore, but rather the
sternest realities of life and death, as with numb and icy fingers they
struck a light and sheltered the feeble blaze loth to catch upon the wet
twigs and leaves hastily collected.

"Either there are no Indians or this is an island too small for
hunting," said Hopkins as he groped in the thicket at the top of the
bluff for small wood.

"And how know you that?" inquired Howland who helped him.

"By this undergrowth that we are gathering, lad. The Indians burn it off
year by year in the haunts of the deer, so that they may course there
freely, but here thou seest are plenty of old and dry twigs."

"The better for our fire," returned Howland philosophically, not so much
interested at that moment in the habits of Indians as in providing for
Elizabeth Tilley's father.

The more cautious brethren in the pinnace meantime had anchored and made
things as snug as possible on board, but as the fire blazed up, and one
after another on shore showed signs of its genial influence, the dangers
of abandoning the boat grew less and less formidable, until Standish,
rubbing his hands and turning to toast the other side of his person,
cried exultingly,--

"Aha, I am warm! I have seen the fire!"

"So have I seen it, and here goes to feel it!" cried Coppin jumping as
far toward land as he could, and splashing the rest of the way, for he
had sulkily remained on board when Clarke leaped ashore and claimed the

"Methinks the example is good if the manner be uncourteous," said
Winslow wistfully.

"Ay," replied Carver a little annoyed by Coppin's action, although he
claimed no authority over the rough fellow. "I was just about to say
that it were as well that we landed, taking our arms with us and
standing on our guard, for truly we are perishing here."

The permission calmly waited for was thankfully received, and in a few
moments the whole party was gathered about the now jubilant fire which,
fed with cedar logs, sent up clouds of perfumed smoke to float like
incense among the crests of the shivering parent trees.

The next morning broke calm and 'sunshining,' and the Pilgrims, renewing
their fire, offered a solemn prayer of thanksgiving and confidence, and
sat down to breakfast.

After this came an exploration, which showed the small size and compact
nature of the island, as well as its total lack of inhabitants. This
tour was followed by an informal council about the fire, wherein it was
resolved to remain during the day, which was Saturday, upon the island,
drying and cleaning their weapons, rigging a temporary mast for the
shallop, baling and drying her, and restoring by rest and comfort some
measure of strength to the feebler members of the party. Also, and this
not the least consideration, the next day being Sunday, they would thus
be prepared to observe it with that decency and recollection which were
part of their religion.

The plan arranged, all set heartily to work to carry it out, the sailors
going aboard to bale the boat, and Clarke and Alderton undertaking to
fit the new mast. A proud young cedar, growing straight and tall among
his slender admirers, was soon found, and as the white man's axe for the
first time since cedars grew upon Clarke's Island bit into the heart of
one of their number, we well might fancy that, mingling with the east
wind and the sound of the surf on Salthouse Beach rose the echo of the
dirge, startling the sailors of Egean shores, long before,--

    "Pan is dead! Great Pan is dead!"

Late in the afternoon when all the work was done, and the men sat or lay
around the fire enjoying the Sabbatical repose long distinguishing the
New England Saturday evening, Carver, Standish, Bradford, and Winslow
climbed the hill rising sharply above their camping-ground, and paused
by what is now called Sunset Rock to look about them.

"Clarke's Island is but a small addition to King James's territory,"
said Winslow with his subtle smile, as he glanced over the ninety acres
of woodland lying around him.

"Our own England is not very large," replied Carver quietly, "but she
hath long arms."

"And I," cried Standish gayly, "am but a little fellow, and yet am not
in the way of calling upon bigger men to protect me! Despise not the day
of small things, Master Winslow, albeit you carry your head some inches
higher than mine."

"There is a great rock showing above the scrub oaks to the north," said
Bradford pointing in that direction. "Let us climb it and see what lieth

"Have with you, brother!" responded Standish, and forcing their way
through the stunted growth covering this higher and bleaker portion of
the island the four men soon stood at the base of an enormous bowlder
about thirty feet in height, brought hither in some glacial overflow of
the forgotten years.

On the southern side a deep crevice, worn by many rains, offered a
foothold, even as it does to-day, and in a moment the four Pilgrim
chiefs stood upon the summit and looked about them.

The sun was setting in lavish gorgeousness, while in the deep blue vault
arching overhead tiny points of light showed where the stars waited
impatiently to take their places and glorify the night.

The sea, almost black in its depth of color, dashed mournfully upon the
rocks fallen from the high northern and western bluffs, and across the
wintry flood lay the shores of what was to be Duxbury, running out at
the south into a peninsula, terminating in a bold summit. This was
Captain's Hill, and the Captain standing there looked at it all
unconsciously and said:--

"Yonder is a spot that might be made into a goodly hold against any foe.
With a piece or two properly mounted on that fair height, and a palisado
cutting off the headland from the main, it would fall into as pretty a
little fortalice as could be asked."

"Too small a seat for our whole company, howbeit," said Carver
scrutinizing the spot.

"And we must seek a river with commodious harbor for our fishing fleet,"
added Winslow, not knowing the capacities then of Jones's River and
Green Bay, hard by Captain's Hill, where he was to spend the honorable
evening of his days.

"Fishing!" echoed Standish contemptuously. "It is like those good
dry-salters and drapers of London town, who have helped out our
enterprise, to expect us, landing on this barren shore in the depth of
winter, to fall on fishing before we break our fast, or build a shelter
for our wives and children. Our first work is to subdue the salvages, to
cut down the forest, to build houses, and plant crops. If we reach the
fishing by this day twelvemonth we shall have done well."

"I fear me the Adventurers of whom you speak so slightingly will hardly
be of your mind," replied Winslow coldly.

"Then let them come over here and collect their profits for themselves,"
retorted Standish. "And well would I like to see Thomas Weston and
Robert Cushman, with some of those smug London traders who think to buy
good men's lives and swords for the price of a red herring, set down
here to battle with the frost and snow, and sea and swamps, not to
mention the salvages. We should hear their tune change from 'Fish, fish,
fish!' I warrant me."

But at this speech Winslow, even more of a diplomatist than a soldier,
looked grave, and Bradford, in whose harmonious character valor was ever
in accord with reason, laid a hand upon the little Captain's shoulder,
and said affectionately:--

"Thy courage is still so keen, Myles, that when thine enemies are put to
flight thou 'rt tempted to turn upon thy friends! Doubtless the
Adventurers, mostly men of peace, traders, if thou wilt have it so, yet
none the worse for that, do somewhat fail to fathom the perils of this
our undertaking; still no man is to be condemned for an honest
misconception, and these same traders have freely risked their money to
furnish us forth. We, too, had never stood on this rock to-night had not
those men thrust their hands deep into their pockets, and is it out of
reason for them to ask to see some return for their money as soon as may

"Not out of reason for traders, mayhap," replied Myles obstinately. "I
would that we had come at our own charges altogether."

"Those of us who had a little money were not enough to furnish forth
those who had none," interposed Carver gravely; "and we have none too
many hands as it is to do the work laid out for us."

"Thou 'rt right, as thou mainly art, Governor," replied Standish
good-humoredly; "and haply 't is well that my hot head is linked with
thy cool one."

"We were all ill sped, lacking thy skill and valor in war, Captain,"
replied Carver kindly, and after a moment's meditative silence he slowly

"It ill befits finite man to intrude upon the Councils of infinite
wisdom, and yet it seemeth borne strangely in upon my mind that God hath
carefully chosen His weapons for the mighty conquest He hath set Himself
to make in this wilderness, and, if I may say it without grieving your
modesty, brethren, I seem to see in you, standing with me here, three
chosen leaders.

"A man of war, trained from childhood in martial tactics, and in the use
of weapons, and of a singular courage and determination, you, Standish,
are the strong right arm of the body corporate.

"And you, Winslow, bred among courtiers and statesmen, subtle of
intellect, ready of speech, cool of temper, and sound in judgment, in
you I see our ambassador, our spokesman, our counselor and adviser, our
Chrysostom of the golden mouth."

"And Bradford," jealously demanded Standish laying a hand upon the arm
of the future governor, for whom he ever entertained a mighty affection.

Carver turned and looked full into Bradford's steadfast eyes upraised to
his, and his own gaze became rapt and well-nigh prophetic. When he spoke
again it was in a lower and less spontaneous voice.

"The arm strikes, the tongue parleys, but both must be in accord with
the brain, or all is lost. The father of his people must think for all,
plan for all, encourage, restrain, cherish, discipline all. Standish for
the camp, Winslow for the council, but for you, Bradford, the sleepless
vigil, the constant watch, the self-forgetting energy, whose fruits are
safety, honor, and prosperity, for those who lean on you."

"But, dear friend, it is you who still must be our governor, our
reliance, our father!" exclaimed Bradford eagerly, but Carver turned
away and began the steep descent.

Those whom he left looked earnestly in each other's faces, yet said
nothing. A future grander, and more terrible than they had imagined,
seemed suddenly defined before them, and each dimly felt the burden and
the honor of his own part therein laid upon him.

As thus they stood, three noble figures clearly defined against the
amber of the evening sky, Richard Warren and Stephen Hopkins appeared
upon the crest of the hill and paused to look about them.

"See yonder figures, looking as cut out of stone, and set up for idols
in the high places of Baal," sneered Hopkins. "These be our masters,
Warren, if so be we yield to them."

Warren, a genial, honest gentleman of London, who had thrown his entire
patrimony, as well as his earnest soul, into this enterprise, shook his
head and laughingly replied,--

"Thou 'rt ever too jealous, Stephen, for thine own comfort. Our
brethren, all unconscious that they make so fine a show up there, are
giving their best and their all to the common weal, and so are we. If
their best, chance to be gold, and ours but iron, think 'st thou God
will value the one offering above the other? I trow not man, and I am
for my part well content as matters stand."

"Nay," persisted Hopkins, "but mark you how constantly they slight us
and Dotey, because we are out of England, and not of Holland, and so not
of Robinson's congregation?"

"Nay," replied Warren pacifically; "I had liefer mark the many times we
are called to Council and to share in whatever good may be toward. And
mark you, Hopkins, you and I are the fathers of many children, and those
men have none as yet, and this land whose foundations must be laid in
our blood, if need be, shall become the inheritance of those we leave
behind. Please God, my five girls, coming hither so soon as I have a
roof to shelter them, shall become the mothers of soldiers and
statesmen, maybe of kings, for who knoweth what is to come when the seed
sown in tears shall be reaped in joy!"

Hopkins answered only by a contemptuous sniff, and the triumvirate
descending from their pedestal, all six men returned amicably to the



Much has been said and written of the Sunday spent by the advanced guard
of Pilgrims upon Clarke's Island, and a very modern tradition points to
the great rock in the centre of the island as the scene of their
devotions. Nothing, however, is less probable than that this handful of
men, with no pastor or even presiding elder among them, should leave
their encampment under the bluff, and the neighborhood of their boat, to
travel inland to this bleak and exposed bowlder, there to set one of
their number to exhort the rest. Carver certainly was a deacon of
Robinson's congregation, yet this office gave him no spiritual
authority, but rather the duties of a warden in the mother church, nor
was the governor a man to assume any authority not his own; so although
he led the informal service held in that sheltered nook, upon the shore,
Winslow and Bradford and Hopkins were the chief speakers, while John
Howland in his melodious and powerful voice raised a psalm that made the
welkin ring, and Richard Warren stoutly cried Amen to all the rest.

Standish, his arms folded and one hand resting upon the hilt of Gideon,
stood a little apart, his head reverently bared in the prayers, and with
a rough attempt at melody echoing Howland's psalm; but during the
exhortations or prophesyings, he strode softly up and down the beach,
or mounting upon the bluff swept sea and land with the keen glances of
eyes that nothing escaped. Occasionally a fervent word would be sped in
his direction from one or another, and many a prayer, as before and
after that hour, was urged that this bulwark of the church against her
secular foes might become her obedient son. When thus exhorted or prayed
for the captain's face became a study, sometimes so impenetrably obtuse,
sometimes so rigid in its obstinacy, sometimes touched with shrewd
amusement, and sometimes moved to tender sympathy, but never to
conviction or even doubt, and as the years went on, those who loved him
most, even Bradford and Alden and Brewster, ceased all effort to bring
this precious comrade into their own fold, but learned to accept him as
he was.

Monday broke with clear and gracious skies and a sea only pleasantly
rippled with its late commotion. Refreshed and cheered by their long
rest the Pilgrims were early afoot, and at a good hour the cleaned and
furbished arms were packed in the shallop, the sail, bent to its new
mast, was unfurled to its fullest spread, and the eighteen men, each at
his own post, eager and hopeful. It had been resolved to proceed no
farther in search of Coppin's harbor, which afterward proved to be Cut
River and the site of Marshfield, but to explore the landlocked harbor
lying before them.

Carefully sounding as she went, the shallop felt her way through the Cow
Yard or Horse Market, around Beach Point, and having the flood tide with
her rode triumphantly over Dick's Flat and Mother White's Guzzle, until
finally, with furled sails and her head to the wind, she lay within a
biscuit toss of the shore.

"See, there are cleared fields and a river full of fish, and all things
ready to our hand," cried Howland excitedly.

"Bring her up to the beach, then, and we will land and explore," replied
Carver, smiling at the young man's enthusiasm.

"There is a rock a few rods ahead set ready for a stepping-stone,"
announced Howland standing in the bows.

"Lay her up to it, men," growled English, and in a moment the bows of
the shallop caressingly touched the cheek of that great gray Rock,
itself a pilgrim, as has well been said, from some far northern shore,
brought here by the vast forces of Nature, and laid to wait in grand
patience, until the ages should bring it a name, a use, and a nation's
love and honor.

"Jump then, lad, and see thou jump not five fadom deep, as thou didst
out there in mid-seas!" cried Hopkins, and Howland leaping lightly from
the boat to the rock cried in his blithe voice,--

"And I seize this mainland for King James, even as Master Clarke did yon

"Only thou dost not claim it for thine own under the king as he did,"
replied Coppin.

"It seemeth to me," said Carver as he stepped on shore, "as if this
place were fairly laid down on Smith's map that we were studying. Think
you not so, Master Winslow?"

"Ay, I believe it is the place he hath called Plymouth after our English

"Why, then, if we are minded to tarry here, it were well befitting that
we should continue the name, for our Plymouth brethren cheered and
comforted us marvelously in our sad outsetting," replied the governor,
and Bradford added,--

"They were in very truth kinder than our own."

"'T is a better harbor than English Plymouth can boast," said Coppin
turning to survey the bay.

"Harbor! English Plymouth's harbor is no better than a slaughter pen!
Not less than ten good ships were pounded to pieces there in the last
year," said the sailor Alderton.

"Yes, 't is worse than the Goodwin Sands, if that can be," echoed

"While here is a haven most artificially contrived for safety, with its
overlapping arms and islands," cried Clarke.

"Ay, the islands, Clarke's Island above all, are such as all England
cannot match!" jeered Coppin, while Howland, followed by the rest, began
to climb the bluff in front of them, choosing almost by instinct the
easy ascent around its base, now known as Leyden Street. A little above
the future site of the Common house they paused to take breath and to

"Yes, here is cleared land enow for any crop we can plant in a year to
come," said Dotey, looking approvingly along Cole's Hill.

"And I hear the tinkle of water falling upon water," cried Bradford
gazing down toward the outlet of Town Brook. "There must be springs

"But fuel would needs be lugged on men's backs further than I for one
could fancy," grumbled Hopkins glancing at the woods nowhere very near.

"We can scarce hope for arable land and dense forest in one plot of
ground," remarked Winslow dryly.

"Let us march into the land and explore it fully," suggested Carver.
"Every man should carry his piece with lighted match, but the rest of
the gear may well be left in the boat under charge of the shipmen.
Master Gunner I advise thee to stay behind also. If we meet with the
Indians and there is any opening for trucking I promise thee thy full
share and advantage."

"He who stays by the stuff shall share with him who goeth to the
battle," quoted Standish, who was well versed in what may be called the
military history of the Bible.

"'T is a venerable law, Captain, and out of a faultless code," replied
Carver reverently.

"Come on, then, brethren!" cried Hopkins striding up the steep face of
Burying Hill. The rest followed, and on the crest stopped to admire the
magnificent view spread out in the clear light of the wintry morning.

"Yon is a sightly point for a town," said Warren pointing to Watson's

"Too far from the shore," replied Carver.

"And from those tinkling springs for whose water I already am athirst,"
added Bradford.

"Hm! hm!" growled Standish plucking at his beard and pacing to and fro;
"here is the place for a stronghold, Master Carver, just here where we
are standing. See you now, from a breastwork thrown up hereabout and
mounted with a minion or two a man could sweep off an army. 'T is but a
pretty shot to the rock whereon we landed, and where any but a fool
would choose to land, since it is the only dry-shod landing on the
beach; and here we have Bradford's springs well in range, and this
ascent by which we have clomb thither. Why, it is a little Gibraltar
ready to our hand. Then if the salvages approach by land, from yon fair
hill which Warren advises, our heavier guns will meet them half way,
and our smaller metal mow them down at close quarters. We are well set
forth in gun-metal, Governor, for I saw to it myself; not only minions,
but sakers and falcons and bases, not to mention each man's piece, which
I fain would have had all snaphances like mine own. Ay, we are well
armed, and here is our fortalice."

"But not to my mind our dwelling, Captain," replied Carver pleasantly.
"Mind you, half our company are women and children, and it were hard for
them to be cooped up in a fort or to descend and climb again this shrewd
ascent whenever they were athirst. I say not but that a fortification
here were admirable when we come at it, but methinks our dwellings were
better placed under its protection than within it."

"Along this course we have just trod from the rock," suggested Winslow.

"And tending toward the springs," added Bradford with a smile.

"Nay, man, come and drink since thou 'rt so sore athirst," cried Hopkins
clapping him on the back. "If 't were a spring of Hollands now, or even
a double strike of English ale, I'd race thee for it, but never yet did
I find my stomach clamor for cold water."

"'T is very delicate water for all that," declared Bradford as the two
men, stumbling down the steep descent of Spring Lane, reached and
stooped to drink of the spring at its foot.

"Too delicate for me," retorted Hopkins; "fitter for maids than men."

"Well, beer is brewed of water as well as of barley and hops," declared
Bradford; "and thou 'st only to raise the grain and this fair spring
will turn it into beer for thee at thy pleasure."

"And here be blackberry briers for my dame to brew her wild-berry wines,
and lo you now, this is sassafras whose roots are worth their weight in
gold to the chirurgeons, and these are strawberry leaves."

"And we have seen cherry and plum stocks in abundance the way we came,"
declared Bradford as the rest of the party straggled down the hill.

"Excellent sand and gravel for building," said Warren crumbling the soil
around the spring. "Ay, and here is clay to shape into pots and pans
when the goodwives have broken all they bring."

"Methinks it hath a look of fuller's clay, and so is almost as well for
us as soap," said Howland taking up some and washing his hands in the
brook. "There, now, see you its use!"

"Have with you, friend," cried Winslow, daintiest of the pioneers.
"Surely cleanliness being next to godliness tendeth somewhat to the same

The exploration, carried as far as Eel River at the south and Murdoch's
Pond westerly, lasted until night, when the Pilgrims bivouacked on the
shore, supping merrily on some great clams dug by the sailors and wild
fowl shot by Howland and Dotey. Before they slept under the sheltering
brow of Cole's Hill it was pretty well decided that Plymouth, as they
began at once to call it, should be their permanent dwelling-place, more
especially as in their day-long explorations they had seen no natives or
even their dwellings, and the site seemed for some reason abandoned to
their occupancy.

But the joyous return with good news to those on board the Mayflower was
turned into grief and dismay by the tidings awaiting the explorers.

Dorothy Bradford was dead. How it could have happened, or just when, no
one knew, but on the very day after her husband's departure she had gone
quietly on deck while the rest of the company were at supper and never
was seen again; nor till the sea gives up its dead shall any know the
story of that poor overwrought soul's last fierce struggle and defeat.

Nor can we speak of the young husband's anguish, and it may be
self-reproach, in that awful hour. He speaks not himself of this matter
in his journal, save in briefest words; nor dare we intrude upon such
matters as lie between a man and his God. But this we may say, that as
Jacob, wrestling with the angel and overcoming, went halting all his
days from the wound of that strange conflict, so Bradford's face when he
again took his place among his fellows told of years forever consumed in
one terrible struggle.




"Ay, sweetheart, here am I."

"A little drink--nay, I want it not. I was dreaming thy cousin Barbara
was making a sallet, and I was fain to taste it, it looked so cool and
fresh,--and I wakened. I would well like some sallet, Myles."

"As soon as the day dawns, my Rose, I will go and look for herbs. I
marked some sorrel on the hill yester e'en, albeit something dry and

"Why doth the ship roll so sorely, Myles?"

"Thou 'rt not on shipboard, child, but in our little hospital here
ashore. Mindest thou not how thou didst mourn and cry to me, 'Take me
ashore, Myles, take me ashore, that I may breathe sweet air and live.'
So I lapped thee in blankets and brought thee, to-morrow is a se'nnight.
Like you not this sweet new dwelling?"

"Well enow; but sweet air will not make me live if the time hath come
for me to die." And the sick girl smiled wanly, inscrutably, the smile
of one who knows what he will not say.

The face of the fearless soldier grew white with terror, and almost
angrily he replied,--

"Hush, child! Thy time to die hath not come. Never think it, for it
shall not be."

"Nay, Myles, thou canst not daunten Death with thy stern voice and
masterful eye, though thou canst quell a score of other foes with one

And Rose, moving her frail little hand toward the sinewy fist clenched
upon the bed-covering, slid a finger within its grasp, and went softly
on with a pathetic ring of gayety in her voice,--

"I was dreaming, too, of home, mine own old home. I was gathering
cowslips in the meadow at St. Mary's, and mother stood by with little
Maudlin in her arms. They smiled, both of them, ah how sweetly they
smiled upon me, and I filled my pinafore with the cowslips, soft, cool,
wet cowslips,--I feel them in my hand now, so cool, so wet! Myles, I
fain would have those cowslips, may I not?"

"Child! Child! Thou 'lt break my heart!"

"Mother and Maudlin both died the year I saw thee first, dost remember,

"Try to sleep a little, my darling. I will say thee a psalm, or perhaps
one of those old Manx ballads thou didst use to lilt so lightly."

"Mistress White says they are ungodly, and a snare of Satan," replied
Rose dreamily, and before Myles could utter the wrathful comment that
quivered upon his lips she went on,--

"It was across her grave I saw thee, dear, dost mind thee of that hour?"

"Thy mother's grave? ay, I mind me."

"Yes, thou camest with thy cousin Barbara to seek thy grandsire's
gravestone and to search out the muniments of thy race. Thou 'lt never
lay hands on that inheritance, Myles."

"I care not, so thou wilt get strong and well again, my Rose, my Rose!"
And with a groan but half driven back upon his heart, the soldier
turned his head aside and set his teeth upon his trembling lip. But
Rose, more alive in the past than the present, rambled on in her sweet,
weak voice,--

"'Not only this wild hunting ground and ruined lodge where we abide, but
many a fair manor in England, and many a stately home is his,' that was
what Barbara told me about thee afterward; and when I praised thy
presence, for I loved thee or ever I knew it myself, she straightened
her neck and said full proudly, 'Ay, and not only a goodly man, but a
brave soldier and noble soul.' 'Twas she who first saw that thou lovedst
me, Myles, and came and wept for joy upon my neck."

"Peace, peace, dear child. Thou wastest thy strength in talking
overmuch. Sleep, canst thou not, dear heart?"

"Dost think that Barbara will come hither? She promised me surefast that
she would so soon as there was a company ready. She said it was so
lonely there in Man when I was gone. Will she come, think you, Myles?"

"Like enow, sweetheart. Barbara mostly carries out what she promises.

"And thou 'lt be very, very good to thy cousin, wilt thou not, Myles?
Thou 'rt all she has now."

"Surely both of us will be good to our kinswoman, dear wife, and all the
more that, as thou sayest, it was by going to visit her that I first saw
thee, blooming like a very rose in that gray old Manx churchyard."

"I was ever friends with Barbara, but I loved her all the more for thy
sake, dear. And she was well pleased that we two should wed--leastways
she said so."

"And if she said it she meant it, for in all the years she tarried in my
mother's house I never knew her tell a lie or wear two faces. But now,
verily, child, I must have thee rest. Speak not again unless thou
needest somewhat. I will have it so, my Rose."

"Then let me lay my hand in thine. There, then, good-night."

"Good-night, mine own."

And while the winter night lapsed through hours of deadly chill and
darkness into the sad twilight of early morning the soldier sat
motionless, holding that fragile hand, gazing upon that lovely face,
lovely yet so changed from the cherubic beauty that had won his heart
amid the summer fields of Man but three short years before.

What he thought, what he felt in those hours, he could not himself have
revealed, for a man's emotion is usually in inverse proportion to its
expression, and Myles Standish was essentially a man of action and not
of words; but God only knows how these strong inarticulate natures
suffer in the agony that divides bone from marrow, and yet leaves the
sufferer conscious of the capacity to live and to suffer yet again and

In some respects this vigil resembled that of Bradford in hearing of
Dorothy's death, in some it was widely different, for with Bradford's
grief was mingled self-reproach and keen introspection; he weighed his
own life, he found it wanting, he condemned it, and offering his
suffering as righteous penance, he extolled the justice of God, and
submitted himself as a culprit to the scourge.

But Standish thought neither of the justice of God nor of his own
demerits, nor had he skill or practice for introspection. "A man under
authority and having soldiers under him," he both rendered and expected
obedience, prompt, entire, and unquestioning. His was a nature of
loyalty so magnificent as to need no buttresses of reason, or of
self-distrust, a loyalty so sweet as to be unconscious of itself, a
loyalty so entire that the soul could not get outside of it to consider
it objectively.

The order came from the King of kings, and it was to be obeyed, or
endured; the King could do no wrong.

Nor indeed had he been skilled to search, could Myles have found matter
for self-reproach in all his dealings with the child dying at his side.

Busy from his boyhood in the pursuit of arms, and loving his mother with
all the force of his great nature, the man had cared little for other
women, turning with scorn from the meretricious charms of those he
encountered in camp or among his comrades, and finding no time or
inclination to seek others, so that except for the light fancies of an
hour, or the calm affection for his cousin Barbara, whom he found on one
of his visits to his home in Chorley giving a daughter's tendance to his
mother, Standish had passed his three and thirtieth birthday ignorant of
the nature of love, and mocking at its power.

But the first glance at the lovely girl weeping beside her mother's
grave warned him that a new hour had struck, and a new foe opposed him;
nor was he long in making full and frank surrender to an authority as
strong as it was gentle, and as tyrannous as sweet.

Motionless and erect the soldier sat the long night through, and as if
she gathered strength from the grasp of his healthy hand, Rose slept
quietly until the sun rose, and the women still well enough to wait upon
the sick came softly in.

Then she opened her eyes, fixed them upon his with a tender smile, and

"Poor Myles! Thou hast watched all night while selfish I held thee and
slept. But now begone and get thine own rest and food. I shall do well
with these kind friends."

"I'll leave thee, then, for a little, but I shall not be far away, and
if thou needest, send," replied her husband releasing his hand from the
frail yet burning grasp that still held him. "Dame Turner, thou 'lt see
that I am called if she asks for me, wilt thou?"

"Surely, Captain, but she is doing bravely this morning, and you had
better rest."

"Nay, but let her not ask twice for me, or aught else."

Leaving the house, and drawing one or two eager breaths of fresh air,
Standish climbed the hill where already the fortification he had
proposed was nearly complete, though not yet armed. Stepping upon a
great beam, squared but not laid in place, he stood looking around him
as if to see what Nature and his own work could offer to fill the great
gulf opening in the future.

A light fog still clung to the face of the water and hung in the hollows
of the hills; shrouded in its folds the Mayflower lay like a spectre
ship, ugly, unsafe, full of discomfort and misery, but yet the only link
between this handful of dying men and their home. Standish gazed at her
with a gathering darkness upon his face, until the burden of his thought
broke out in a savage murmur,--

"_Couldst_ not make thy way through yonder shoals and bring us to the
fair shores I told her of! If it be thy fault, Thomas Jones!"--

The slow clenching of a jaw square and strong as a mastiff's finished
the sentence, and Standish's eyes came back to the rude hut where all
he loved lay dying, perhaps through this man's fault. At his feet lay
the sketch as it were of the town he and his comrades had laid down in
outline, and intended to build up as time and strength allowed. Already
Leyden Street, or The Street, as it was at first called, lay a distinct
thoroughfare from the Rock to the Fort, the eastern and western
extremities of the village. Along this street were staked out plots of
land, some larger and some smaller in the proportion of eight feet
frontage to each person in a family, the single men, and those women and
children already left desolate, being divided among the householders,
and the whole company reduced to nineteen families.

Standish's own house, not yet finished, lay nearest to the Fort, which
with its armament were to be his especial charge, and several of the
single men had been appointed to his family. Their own illness, and that
of Mistress Standish had, however, interfered with this arrangement, and
only John Alden shared the house as yet with Standish, the two men
sometimes eating at the Common house, the only one except the hospital
really finished, and sometimes cooking for themselves such food as they
could lay hands upon, for the house, unlike some of the others, already
boasted a chimney laid up of sticks and clay, and showed a generous
fireplace in the larger or living room which, with two little
sleeping-rooms and a loft, comprised the whole accommodation.

Upon this little home so hopefully begun, so neglected during the last
ten days, Myles gazed long and wistfully, smiling sadly as he saw Alden
come out and look up and down the street for him, finally going to seek
him in the Common house, a substantial structure some twenty feet
square, built of hewn oaken logs, fitted together as closely as
possible, and the crevices stopped with clay, which freely washed out in
stormy weather.

The roof, like all the rest, was covered with thatch formed of dried
reeds and grasses, and the windows were filled with oiled linen instead
of glass, still an article of costly luxury. Above the Common house
stood the building which the increasing mortality of the colony had
demanded as a hospital, and below it was the storehouse, where most of
the common stock of goods was collected, although some of the passengers
and their possessions still remained on board the brig, where Jones gave
them but scant hospitality or kindness.

Folding his arms more closely as the chill wind of February swept in
from seaward, Standish gazed upon all these objects as if they for the
first time attracted his attention, and then, as the lifting fog
revealed the distant landscape, he turned and fixedly regarded Captain's
Hill rising in its bold isolation to the north. Long he gazed, and then,
slightly shaking his head, stepped down from the beam and paced about
the little enclosure, half unconsciously examining the work of platform
and parapet, and following with a gunner's eye the range of the pieces
yet unmounted; pausing longest before the eastern front, he marked with
satisfaction how well the minion there to be placed would guard the
landing and sweep the solitary street, and even knelt to look along its
imaginary barrel.

Rising he brushed the soil from his knees with almost a smile,

"Ay, lad, thou 'rt needed, thou 'rt needed, and he who is needed has no
right to desert his post."

But suddenly the smile faded, for as he turned to leave the Fort his
eyes fell upon Cole's Hill, where but a few rods from the Common house,
and under its protection, they had dug the graves of those already dead,
and where lay room enough for many more. But his battle fought, and his
mind resolved, Myles was too much master of himself to need a second
conflict, and setting his lips firmly beneath the tawny moustache that
shaded them, he strode down the hill, and at his own door found John
Alden waiting for him and changing greetings with a party of four men
armed with sickles and attended by two dogs.

"Wish you good-morrow, Captain," said the foremost, a sturdy young
fellow with a pleasant English face.

"Good-morrow Peter Browne, and you, John Goodman," replied the captain
cordially. "Whither away?"

"To cut thatch in the fields nigh yon little pond," replied Browne
pointing in a westerly direction. "And I am taking Nero along to give
account of any Indians that may be lurking there."

"And John Goodman's spaniel to rouse the game for Nero to pull down,"
said Standish with a smile. "Well, God speed you."

And turning into the unfinished house he found Alden watching him with a
look of silent friendliness and sympathy more eloquent than words;
returning the greeting as mutely and as heartily, Standish would have
passed into his own bedroom, but the younger man interposed,--

"Thou 'lt break thy fast, Captain, wilt thou not? All is ready and
waiting your coming; some of the bean soup you liked yester even, and
some fish"--

"Presently, presently, good John! I would but bathe and refresh myself.
Nay, look not so doubtingly after me, friend. I am a man, and know a
man's devoir."

He spoke with a smile as brave as it was gentle, and passing in closed
the door.

"Doth he know she is dying!" muttered John throwing himself upon a
bench; "and Priscilla sickening and her mother dead!"



As Standish entered his own house the four men to whom he had spoken
passed on around the base of the hill, and reaching a tract of swampy
land covered with reeds and rushes suitable for thatching, they set to
work cutting them and binding in bundles ready for use. For some hours
they wrought industriously, until Peter Browne, commander of the
expedition, straightened his back, stretched his cramped arms, and
gazing at the sun announced,--

"Noontime, men. We'll e'en rest and eat our snack."

"Art thou o' mind to come and show me the pond where thou sawest wild
fowl t' other day?" asked John Goodman, townsman and friend of Browne's.

"Ay, will I. Take thy meat in thy hand and come along," replied Browne.
"And we may as well finish our day there, sith this spot is well nigh
stripped. Margeson and Britteridge, when you have fed, you can bind the
rushes that are cut, and then come after us as far as a little pond
behind that hill, due west from here I should say. You'll find it easily

"Oh, ay, we'll find it," replied Margeson, a rough companion, but a good
worker. "Go on mates, and take your dogs with you, for they're smelling
at the victuals enough to turn a man's stomach. Get out you beast!" and
raising his foot he offered to kick Nero, who growled menacingly and
showed a formidable set of teeth.

"Have a care, man!" cried Browne angrily. "Meddle with that dog and
he'll make victual of thee before thou knowest what ails thee. 'T is
ever a poor sign when a man cannot abear dogs or children."

And the two friends, followed by the mastiff and spaniel, walked rapidly
away. Two hours passed while Margeson and Britteredge, not greatly in
haste, finished their lunch and tied and stacked the reeds already cut.
Then shouldering their sickles they leisurely skirted the hill in front
of them, and after a little search came upon the pretty sheet of water
now called Murdoch's Pond.

"This will be the place," said Margeson looking about him; "but where is
pepperpot Browne?"

"Or his dog?" suggested Britteridge slyly.

"Whistle and the beasts will hear us if the men do not," said Margeson
suiting the action to the word. No answer followed, and both men
together raised a yet shriller note, followed by shouts, halloos, and
various noises supposed to carry sound to the farthest limits of space.
But each effort died away in dim and distant echoes among the hills, and
after a while the men looked at each other in half angry discouragement.

"They've played us a trick," said Margeson; "they're hiding to mock at
us, or they've gone back to the village some other way."

"Nay," replied Britteridge pacifically; "they're not such babes as to
play tricks like that. See, here are goodly reeds; let us cut and bind
some while we tarry, and Browne will be back anon."

Grumbling and unconvinced Margeson still complied, and for a while
longer the two worked fitfully, pausing now and again to look about
them, to listen, or to shout.

At last, by tacit consent, both threw down their tools, and with slow,
half-fearful gaze surveyed the scene. It was a dismal one. The sun had
reached the tops of the pines, and already the water lay in black shadow
at their feet, rippled by the small, bitter breeze creeping in from
seaward, and stirring the sedge into faint whisperings and moanings;
night birds, awaking in the depths of the forest, uttered querulous
cries, and strange, vague sounds within the covert suggested prowling
beast or savage creeping near and nearer.

"Ugh! 't is a grewsome spot as ever I saw," said Margeson as softly as
if he feared to be overheard. "Certes the men have gone home some other
way, and the sun is setting. Let us be after them, say I."

"And say I," replied Britteridge readily, and without more words the two
men hurried away, and in a brief half hour presented themselves before
the governor with news that their comrades were not to be found, either
in the field or the town, and doubtless were lost in the forest or
captured by the Indians.

Carver, ever as ready to act as to command, armed himself at once, and
summoning such men as were on shore led them to the wood, where by
calling, firing their pieces, and kindling torches they protracted the
search far into the night, and when forced to give it up until daylight
returned to the Common house for united and fervent prayers and

Early in the morning another search party, headed by Stephen Hopkins,
with Billington as scout, entered the woods, but having traversed a
radius of seven or eight miles returned at night weary, footsore, and
with no tidings.

News of the loss was carried on board the Mayflower, and a heavy sense
of misfortune and danger settled upon the little community already
depressed by disease and want.

The men thus mourned were meantime in nearly as evil case as was feared.

Just before arriving at the pond, while munching their frugal lunch and
discussing the prospect of game, they espied a splendid stag who had
evidently been disturbed while drinking, and stood with head erect and
dilated eyes gazing upon the first white men he had ever seen, and
perhaps foreboding the war of extermination they had come to wage on him
and his.

"Oh for a piece!" cried Browne raising an imaginary gun to his shoulder.
"Seize him, Nero! Take him, good dog! Hi! Away, away!"

Nero needing no second invitation uttered a deep bay and set off,
followed by the spaniel, yelping to the extent of her powers, while the
two men, reckless of the fact that they were unarmed save with sickles,
and could never hope to overtake the deer on foot, bounded after as fast
as they could lay legs to the ground, nor paused until utterly blown and
exhausted and the chase out of sight and hearing.

"Hah!" panted Browne flinging himself upon the ground; "I haven't been
breathed like that since I ran in the foot-race at home in Yorkshire
five year agone. Phew!"

Goodman only replied by inarticulate groans and wheezes, and while he
yet struggled for breath Nero came trotting back through the woods with
a mortified and contrite expression pervading his body from eloquent
eyes to abject tail, while Pike, as the spaniel was called, followed at
some distance with an affected carelessness of demeanor as if she would
have it clearly understood that she had been running solely for her own
pleasure, with no idea of chasing the deer. The men laughed, and patting
their favorites allowed them to lie and rest for some moments; then as
the air grew chill they rose and strolled in the direction, as they
supposed, of the clearing where they had left their comrades. But the
wood was thick, and several swampy hollows induced detours; the sun was
obscured by the gathering snow clouds, and neither man was skilled in
woodcraft; while the dogs, roaming at pleasure, were more intent upon
tracing various scents of game than of finding the way home. Thus it
came that as darkness began to gather visibly among the crowding
evergreens, and the last tinge of sunlight was buried in thickening
clouds, the two men stopped and looked each other squarely in the face.

"Yes, John," said Browne reading the frightened eyes of his younger and
less courageous companion. "Yes, lad, we're lost, and I doubt me must
pass the night in the woods."

"And we lack not only food but cloaks and weapons!" exclaimed Goodman
looking forlornly about him, and stooping to pat Pike, who scenting
disaster in the air had returned whimpering to her master's side.

"If we could but find some deserted hut of the salvages, or some of
their stored grain, or even the venison we disdained the other day,"
suggested Browne.

"We've seen no trace of such a thing to-day," replied Goodman

"Come on, then, and let us look while daylight lingers. Mayhap the dogs
will lead us out if we put them to it. Hi, Nero! Home boy, home! Seek!"

Nero whimpered intelligently and trotted on for a mile or so, but with
none of that appearance of conviction which sometimes gives to an
animal's proceedings the force of an inspiration. Browne, who knew his
dog well, felt the discouragement of his movement, and finally stopped

"Nay, he knows no home in this wilderness and feels no call to one place
more than another. 'T is past praying for, John; we must e'en make up
our minds to sleep here. Suppose that we lie down in the lee of these
nut-bushes, call the dogs to curl up beside us, and try to keep life
going till morning; no doubt we shall find the way out then, or at least
somewhat to eat."

"My blood is like ice already," murmured Goodman burying his hands in
the spaniel's curly hair.

"If we had but flint and steel to make a fire it were something!"
exclaimed Browne. "What Jack-o'-Bedlams we were to set off thus
unprovided. Catch me so again!"

"But we came out to cut thatch, not to chase deer and get lost in the
woods," suggested Goodman trying to laugh, though his teeth chattered
like castanets.

"It will never do for thee to lie down as chilled as thou art,"
exclaimed Browne anxiously. "I promised thy old mother I'd have an eye
to thee, and lo it is I that have led thee into this mischance! What
shall I do for thee? I have it, lad! Sith it is too dark and rough to
walk farther I'll try a fall with thee; there's naught warms a man's
blood like a good wrestling match. Come on, then!"

"I'm no match for thee, Peter, but here goes!" replied Goodman
struggling to his feet, and the two men joined there in the darkness and
the wilderness in what might truly be called a "joust of courtesy,"
moved only by mutual love and good will, for the event proved Goodman's
modesty well founded, and it was only a few moments before Browne,
raising his slender opponent in his arms, set him down sharply two or
three times upon his feet, saying,--

"I'll not throw thee, for that might prove small kindness. Art warmer?"

But before Goodman could answer a snarling cry broke from the thicket
close at hand, and was answered by another and another voice until the
air seemed filled with the cries of howling fiends.

Nero started to his feet, his eyes glowing, the hair bristling stiffly
upon his neck, and with a fierce growl of defiance would have sprung
forward had not his master seized him by the collar exclaiming,--

"Nay, fool! wouldst rush on thy destruction!"

"'T is the salvages!" stammered Goodman staring about him in the

"Nay, 't is lions," replied Browne. "Hopkins saith they swarm about
here. We must climb a tree, John. Here is a stout one; up with thee,
man, as fast as may be!"

"But thou, Peter?" asked John clambering into the oak his friend pointed

"I cannot leave Nero. He'll be gone to the lion so soon as I quit my
hold of his collar, and I'll not lose him but in sorer need than this.
Here, take thou the spaniel and hold her to thee for warmth."

"Nay, I'll not be safe and thou in danger," replied the young man
springing down; "and, moreover, it is deadly cold perching in a tree."

"Well, then, we'll both stand on our guard here, and if the lions come
we'll e'en up in the tree hand over hand and leave the poor beasts to
their fate. Stamp thy feet on the ground and walk a few paces up and
down, John. I fear me thou 'lt swound with the cold like poor Tilley."

"I could not well be colder and live," replied Goodman faintly, as he
tried to follow his friend's injunction.

The night crept on, with frost and snow and icy rain and heavy darkness,
and still the wolves prowled howling around their prey, and the good dog
held them at bay with savage growls and deep-throated yelps of defiance,
and his master, caring more for the humble friend he had reared and
brought over seas from his English home than for his own safety, held
him all night by the collar, and the spaniel whimpered with cold and
terror in her master's arms, and he, poor lad, suffered all the anguish
of death as his feet and legs chilled and stiffened and froze like ice.
A night not to be numbered in those men's lives by hours but years, a
night of exhaustion, terror, and agony, a night hopeless of morning save
through the exceeding mercy of God.

The gray light broke at last, however, and with it the wolves grew mute
and slunk away, Nero quieted into obedience, and Browne carefully
straightening his own stiffened joints and rising to his feet looked
into his comrade's face and shook his head.

"John, hearken to me, lad! We're in a sore strait but we're not dead,
and daylight hath broken. Hold up thy face to the sky, man, and say 'I
WILL win through this, so help me God!' and having said it, stick to it,
even as Nero would have stuck to yon lion's throat until he was clawed
away in shreds. Come, try it, my lad, try it!"

Catching something of his friend's heroic spirit the poor fellow did as
he was bidden, but followed the brave resolve with a piteous look into
the other's face while he said,--

"My feet are froze, Peter; there is no feeling nor power in them. But
lead on, and I will follow if I must crawl."

"Tarry a bit till I see"--

And not pausing to finish his sentence Browne set himself to climb the
tree beneath which they had passed the night. His cramped limbs and
benumbed fingers made this no easy task and more than once he was near
losing his grasp and finishing the story by a headlong fall to the
frozen earth, but this danger was passed also, and presently hastening
down he said,--

"Well, heavy though the clouds be I can see that east is that-a-way, and
not far from us rises a high hill. Come, then, lean on me; pass thy arm
around my shoulders this fashion and I will help thee on. Then I will
leave thee at the foot of the hill and myself climb it, and if need be
some tree upon its summit. From that I shall surely catch sight of the
sea, and knowing that we know all we need."

Goodman silently laid his arm around the stalwart shoulders presented to
him, but found himself too weak and spent for other reply, and Browne,
passing an arm around his waist, looked anxiously into his face,

"Courage, lad, courage!"

"Ay, I WILL, by God's help!" murmured the poor lad as with agony
inexpressible he forced his stiffened limbs to follow one after the

The hill, more distant than Browne had supposed, was only reached after
two hours of agonizing effort, and at the foot Goodman sank speechless
and exhausted, his eyes closed, his parted lips white and drawn. Browne
looked at him despairingly, and calling the dogs made one crouch at
either side close to the heart and lungs of the prostrate body, and then
hastened on up the hill muttering,--

"'T is best kindness to leave him." Half an hour later he came crashing
down again through underbrush and fallen branches shouting,--

"Courage, John; courage, man! From the top of the biggest tree on this
hill I've seen not only the sea, but our own harbor, and the old brig
rocking away as peacefully as may be. Think of the good friends and the
good Hollands gin and the good fires aboard of her. Come, rouse up, lad!
Once more pluck up thy courage and remember thy resolve! 'T is but
another hour or so and we are there!"

And yet the good fellow knew that not one but many hours lay before
them, and that it was for him to find strength and endurance for both.

Once more his cheery voice and assured courage conveyed power for
another effort to the half-dead lad he almost carried in his arms, and
so, with frequent pauses for rest and encouragement, the day wore past,
until at last on the brow of Watson's Hill, Browne, his own strength all
but spent, cried tremulously,--

"Now God be praised! here is the harbor at our feet, yonder is the
Mayflower, below is the village, and but a few moments more will bring
thee, John, to a bed and Surgeon Fuller's care, and me to a fire and
some boiling schnapps."

"God indeed be praised!" murmured Goodman rousing himself for the final
effort; and so it came to pass that just at sunset the two crossed the
brook and came hobbling down The Street amid a clamorous and joyful
crowd of friends who lifted Goodman from his feet, nor paused until they
brought them both into the house where abode Carver and also Fuller, the
shrewd and crabbed physician and philanthropist. Here Goodman was laid
upon a bed, his shoes cut from his feet, and in a few moments the
governor on one side and the doctor on the other were vigorously rubbing
the frozen limbs with alcohol.

"Shall I lose my feet, Doctor?" asked the patient feebly.

"Lose them!" cried the doctor indignantly. "Nay! what use would a
footless man be to the Adventurers who sent thee out? 'T were but a
knave's trick for thee to shed thy feet first thing, and I'll see to it
thou dost not."

"And that's a comfortable saying, Master Fuller," said Browne standing
anxiously by.

"Thou here, Peter Browne!" exclaimed the doctor glancing up under his
shaggy brows. "What art doing here, blockhead? Get thee into bed beside
a good fire, and bid Hopkins mix thee a posset such as he would have for
himself. Be off, I say!"



The next day both Carver and Bradford were forced to succumb under the
epidemic already raging among the colonists, and in another fortnight
the hospital and Common house were crowded to their utmost capacity with
the beds of the ill and dying. The terrible colds taken in the various
explorations, the vile food and bad air of the brig, with the want of
ordinary comforts on shore, were at last bearing their fruit in a
combination of scurvy, rheumatism, and typhoid fever of a malignant
type. On board ship matters were even worse than on shore, and Jones,
who would willingly have abandoned the settlers as soon as they were
debarked, found himself, perforce, a sharer in their distress through
the illness and death of his crew, and the danger of running short of

The day came at length when of all the company, numbering a hundred and
one when they landed, only seven remained able either to nurse the sick
or bury the dead, and hour by hour, as these met about their complicated
duties, they studied each others faces, in terror of seeing the fatal
signs that yet one more was stricken down, and the annihilation of the
settlement one step farther advanced.

Of these seven, two were Elder Brewster and Myles Standish, and well did
they prove themselves fit to be rulers among the people, for they
became servants of all, without hesitation and without affectation,
nursing, cooking, dressing loathsome wounds, and ministering in all
those homely ways repugnant to refined senses, and especially, perhaps,
to the dignity of man. The doctor also kept on foot, although terribly
worn with sleeplessness, fatigue, and rheumatism; Peter Browne, none the
worse for his day and night in the woods, with Francis Eaton to help
him, took charge of digging the graves and burying the dead, already in
their silent colony along the brow of Cole's Hill, almost equaling their
yet suffering comrades. The two remaining sound ones were Stephen
Hopkins and Helen Billington, who, as the only female nurse, was called
upon to attend the sick women, so far as she could; this, of course,
gave but little time for each patient, and one night the doctor
hurriedly said to Standish,--

"Captain, wilt have an eye to-night to those two beds in the corner?
'T is Priscilla Molines and Desire Minter, both shrewdly burned with
fever, and needing medicine and care lest they should fall to raving
before morning. I'd not ask thee, knowing all thou hast on hand, but
goodwife Billington must not quit"--

"Nay, nay, what needs so many words," interrupted Standish. "Give me
their medicine and directions, I can care for them well enow and for
Bradford whose huckle-bone[4] giveth him sore distress to-night."

[4] Hip-bone.

"I doubt me if he wins through," said the Doctor softly; "and White and
Molines will never see the morning, and Mistress Winslow is going
fast--well, I leave the maids and Bradford to thee."

"Ay, I'll do my best," replied Standish briefly.

And so it came to pass that Priscilla Molines, moaning in her feverish
unrest, felt a moist linen laid upon her brow and a cup held to her
parched lips.

"Petite maman!" murmured she, and with those moistened lips kissed the
hand that held the cup.

Standish sadly smiled a little, and passed on to the next bed where lay
Desire Minter, not so ill, but far more requiring than Priscilla.

"Here is thy draught, child," said the nurse kindly, as he raised her
head and put the cup to her lips. Swallowing it eagerly, she lifted her
jealous eyes and with a smile half cunning, half pathetic, whispered,--

"I love thee too, but I think it not maidenly to kiss thee till I'm

"Nay, girl, thou 'rt dreaming or wild," said the Captain soothingly.
"She, poor maid, is distraught, and took me for her mother. She loves me
not, nor dost thou, nor do I ask any woman's love."

"Nay, then, thou 'rt mocking me. Thou dost love her, and she loves thee,
for I've heard her say as much; but still I know one that loves thee

"If thou were not so ill, Desire, I'd find it in my heart to say--but
there, sleep poor child, sleep! Thou knowst not what thou sayst."

And Standish turned impatiently away to Bradford who suffered
excruciatingly that night with inflammatory rheumatism in the hip-joint.

The next morning Priscilla awaking refreshed, and for the moment quite
herself, found her neighbor weeping passionately, yet from time to time
regarding her in so peculiar a fashion that she said softly,--

"What is it, Desire? Art thou in sore pain?"

"It ill fits thee to pity me when it is thou that hast done me such
despite," whimpered Desire sullenly.

"I! what dost thou mean?"

"Why, I have ever liked our Captain since first I saw him, and now his
wife is dead and buried, why should he not marry me as well as another?"

"Why not, if it pleaseth him? I forbid not the banns," replied
Priscilla, the dim wraith of her old smile passing across her face.

"Why not? Because thou hast bewitched him, thou naughty sprite, and thou
knowest it."

"What dost thou mean, Desire? Speak out and done with it, for thou
weariest me sore," exclaimed Priscilla impatiently, while the fever
began to streak her pallid cheek and flame in her great eyes.

"Why, I saw you two kissing last night, and I suppose you're promised to
each other," muttered the other sulkily, and Priscilla, rising on her
elbow, fixed on her a glance beneath which the coward quailed, yet
sullenly murmured,--

"Well, you did!"

"Desire Minter, thou art lying, and thou knowest it, or else thy wits
are distraught, or mine."

"Ah, 't is well to try to edge out of it by brow-beating me, but thou
canst not. I saw you two kissing. When he first came in he went and
stood beside thy bed and looked down at it, biting at his beard, as is
his wont when he is moved; and then he fell upon his knees, whispering
something, and kissed the pillow, over and over, and when he stood up he
drew his hand across his eyes, and all for love of thee. So now, then!"

"Is that true, Desire? Can it be true that he cares for me in that
fashion?" asked Priscilla falling back bewildered, for she knew no more
than did Desire that hers was the bed where Rose Standish had breathed
her last sigh, and her husband had looked his last on her sweet face.

"Certes, 't is true, and thou knowest it better than I, for when, later
on, he came to give thee a drink and wet thy forehead and lips, thou
didst give him back his kiss right tenderly, and mutter something of
'love' and 'darling.'"

"I kissed Myles Standish!" cried Priscilla wildly.

"Ay, kissed the hand that held the cup, and when he came to me I told
him I had seen it all, and that I knew before that thou lovedst him."

"Thou saidst I loved him!"

"Ay, and he said he loved thee not, nor any woman, but 't was a blind,
for such a weary sigh as he fetched, and turned to look again at thee."

"I kissed him, and thou saidst I loved him, and he said he loved me
not!" cried Priscilla blindly; and then with a wild cry she burst into a
delirious laugh, ending in a shriek that brought Doctor Fuller from the
next room.

"What is this! what is toward!" demanded he glancing from Priscilla to
Desire, who replied in her sullen tones,--

"I know not, except that Captain Standish and Priscilla are sweethearts,
and I told her I saw them kissing last night, and haply she is shamed as
well she may be."

"And well mayst thou be doubly shamed," replied the doctor sternly, "to
torment her into frenzy with thy jealous fancies, and she already at
death's door. Thou sawest naught, whatever thou mayst have dreamed; and
mark me now, Desire Minter, I forbid thee to speak one word more, good
or bad, to Priscilla Molines while thou stayest here; and if thou
heedest not, I'll put thee in another house and leave thee to shift for

Thoroughly cowed, the mischief maker promised obedience, and the doctor
turned to the delirious girl, whom he finally quieted to a moaning
sleep, in which he left her, muttering to himself as he went,--

"Not a month since his wife died in that bed--well--'t is no concern of

And so it came about that the idea of love between Priscilla and
Standish was planted in four active minds, and in time bore strange and
bitter fruit.

And so the gloomy days crept on, and the sufferers and the mourners of
the village which lay half-built beneath the hill passed on to take up
their dwelling in the village upon the bluff, where, silent pilgrims,
they lay, row upon row, hands meekly folded, lips close set, and eyes
forever shut, but yet attaining all that they sought in this their
pilgrimage, freedom from tyranny even of time and circumstance, freedom
to worship God in spirit and in truth.

When a conqueror or a tyrant decimates his captives or his subjects, the
world cries out in horror of such disregard of life, but in this
instance God spared one half His people from the sorrows and the
hardships they had come forth to seek, and gave them at once the reward,
for which their brethren still must toil. Of the hundred and one men,
women, and children, who followed Gideon to the battle, but fifty were
chosen to achieve the final conquest.

Among those who survived for a little time was John Goodman, who, after
lying for weeks at death's door, came slowly back for a while, and in
the early spring crept out in the sunshine with the faithful Pike at
his heels. Trying his strength from day to day, he at last hobbled down
to the brook and across, but was no sooner beyond hail of the village
than two great gray wolves, stealing from a thicket, sprang upon the
dog, who, not so venturesome as Nero, ran to take refuge between her
master's still tender feet, causing them not a little pain.

"Fool! Again without a weapon!" exclaimed John apostrophizing himself,
and picking up a good-sized stone he threw it, with a shout, at the
foremost wolf, who retreated snarling to the bushes. Stumbling back
toward the village as fast as he could, Goodman came presently to a pile
of stout palings cut for fencing, and arming himself with one cast an
anxious look behind. It was time, for the wolves, recovering courage as
he retreated, were in full pursuit, with glaring eyes and lolling

Ordering Pike to crouch behind him, the young fellow stood at bay,
hooting, shouting, and waving his stave in a semicircle, within whose
sweep the creatures were not anxious to intrude. Weary at length of
trying to surprise the fortress by a flank movement, yet reluctant to
abandon the hope of seizing Pike, the wolves finally seated themselves
upon their haunches at a little distance and seemed to consult, grinning
and snapping their teeth from time to time at the spaniel, who cowered
almost into the ground, whimpering piteously, while her master leaned
upon his paling and laughed aloud, an insult to which the wolves
responded by throwing back their heads and uttering howls like those of
a dog baying the moon. Then suddenly leaping into the bushes they
disappeared as quickly as they came, leaving Goodman, still chuckling,
to resume his path to the village.

"We'll have a merry tale for Peter Browne this evening, won't we, Pike!"

But while the brave young fellow climbed the little hill from the brook
to The Street, this smiling expression gave place to one of
consternation, as he beheld a column of smoke and flame issuing from the
roof of the house set apart as hospital, and heard a terrified shout

"Fire! Fire!"

"Fire! Fire!" echoed Goodman running toward the spot as fast as his
tender feet would allow.

Sounder men were before him, however, and when he arrived a ladder was
placed against the side of the burning house, and Alden, with Billington
at his heels, was about to mount it, when Brewster exclaiming,--

"Here's no place for sick men," pushed both aside, ran up the ladder,
and tearing the blazing thatch from the roof flung it down in handfuls
so rapidly and effectually that in five minutes the threatened
conflagration was subdued to smoking embers and a few fugitive flames
here and there, where already the fire had fastened upon the poles laid
to support the thatch. Some buckets of water passed up by the little
crowd below soon extinguished these, and then the Elder, peeping down
through the damaged roof into the room below, cried cheerily,--

"All is safe, friends, and no great harm done."

"God be praised!" exclaimed Bradford's voice from within, and Brewster
softly said, "Amen!" as he descended the ladder less easily than he had
mounted it. At the foot he encountered Doctor Fuller, who with Standish
had just been to Cole's Hill arranging for another line of graves.

"Let me see your hands, Elder," demanded the physician in his usual dry

"No need,'t is naught. Go look after your sick folk," replied the Elder
trying to push past, but Fuller caught him by the sleeve, exclaiming

"A man whose hands are needed for others as oft as thine are, has no
right to let them become useless, and 't is not in reason but they are

"You're right, Fuller, and I'm but a froward child," said Brewster, a
sudden smile replacing the frown of pain upon his face, and obediently
opening out his burned and bleeding palms. "Come to the Common house, so
as not to fright my wife within there, and do them up with some of your
wonderful balsam."

"And were it not for thought of your work, you would not have let me see
them," said Fuller glancing from under his penthouse brows with a look
of cynical admiration.

"One cannot give thought to every pin-prick with such deadly sickness on
all sides," replied Brewster simply. "Best go into the hospital and see
if thy poor dying folk have taken any harm of the fright before thou
lookest after me."

"The Captain has gone into the sick-house. I'll hold on to you,"
returned the Doctor curtly, and Brewster yielded with his ever gracious

That evening as the Elder with his bandaged hands, Carver, gaunt and
pale from an attack of fever, Standish, Winslow, John Howland, and
Doctor Fuller sat at supper in the Common house, Master Jones, followed
by a sailor heavily laden, presented himself at the door.

"Good e'en, Masters, and how are your sick folk?" demanded he, in a
would-be cordial voice.

"Thanks for your courtesy, Master Jones," replied the governor with
grave politeness. "They are doing reasonably well, except some few who
do not seem like to mend in this world."

"And Master Bradford? Sure he is not going to die?" pursued Jones in a
voice of strange anxiety, as he sank into the great arm-chair Carver had
proffered him.

"He is as low as a man can be and live," broke in the doctor gruffly, as
he fixed Jones with a glance of angry reproach, beneath which even that
rough companion quailed.

"He sent aboard yesterday begging a can of beer," blurted he, his brown
face reddening a little.

"Yes," replied the governor sternly, "and you made answer that though it
were your own father needing it, you would not stint yourself."

"I said it, and I don't deny it," retorted Jones with a feeble attempt
at bluster. "But any man has a right to change his mind if he find
cause, and I've changed mine as you will see, for I've brought not a
can, but a runlet of beer for Bradford, and any others who crave it and
are like to die wanting it; and when that is gone if Master Carver will
send on board asking it for the sick folk, he shall have it though I be
forced to drink water myself on the voyage home. I'll have no dead men
haunting me and bringing a plague upon the ship."

"Truly we are greatly beholden to you, Master Jones," began Carver in
great surprise, but the mariner raised his hand and continued,--

"Nay, hear me out, for that's not all. I went ashore to-day and shot
five geese, and here they are, all of them, not one spared, though I
could have well fancied a bit of goose to my supper, but I brought all
to you, and more than that, even, for here is the better half of a buck
we found in the wood ready shot to our hand. The Indians had cut off his
horns and carried them away, and doubtless were gone for help to carry
the carcase home when we came upon it; haply they saw us coming and made
a run for it; at all odds they had left him as he fell, and Sir Wolf was
already tearing at his throat so busily that he knew not friends were
nigh, until a bullet through his head heralded our coming. So here are
the haunches for you, and I content myself with the poorer parts."

Taking the articles named from a bag which the sailor had at his
direction laid upon the floor, Jones ranged them in an imposing line in
the centre of the room, and resuming his chair looked at his hosts still
in that conciliatory and half timid manner so utterly new to them and
foreign to his usual demeanor.

"We are, indeed, deeply beholden to you, Master Jones," said Carver at
length in his grave and courteous tones. "But if I may freely speak my
thought, and if I read my brethren's minds aright, we cannot but muse
curiously upon this sudden and marvelous change in your dealings with
us, and would fain know its meaning."

"Feeling certain that Master Jones is not one to give something for
nothing, and so in common prudence wishing to know at the outset what
price he expects for bearing himself in Christian charity, as he seemeth
desirous to do," suggested Standish with more candor than diplomacy.

"Thou 'rt ever ready with thy gibes on better men than thyself, art
not?" exclaimed Jones turning angrily upon him. For reply Standish
leaned back in his chair, pulled at his red beard, and laughed
contemptuously; but Winslow hastily interposed with a voice like oil
upon the waves.

"Our captain will still have his jest upon all of us, Master Jones, but
in truth as the governor hath said, we cannot but admire at this
wonderful generosity on thy part, and fain would know whence it

"Why, sure 't is not far to seek," replied Jones with a hideous grimace
intended for a conciliatory smile; "we have ever been good friends, have
we not, and you all wish me well, as I do all of you. Certes, none of
you would try to bring evil upon our heads, lest it fall upon your own
instead, for still those who wish ill to others fall upon ill luck
themselves. Is it not so, Elder?"

"Art speaking of Christian doctrine, or of heathen superstition, Master
Jones?" inquired the Elder fixing his mild, yet penetrating eyes upon
the seaman, who slunk beneath their gaze.

"Nay, then!" blustered he rising to his feet, "I came hither when I
would fain have stayed in my own cabin aboard, and I came not to chop
logic nor to be put to the question like a malefactor, but to bring help
to my sick neighbors, who, to be sure, cried out for it lustily enough
before they got it, but now pick and question at my good meat and drink
as if 't were like to poison them. Well, that's an end on 't, and you
can take it or leave it, as you will. Good e'en to you."

"Nay, nay, Master Jones," interposed Carver hastily, as the angry man
made toward the door. "Let us not part thus, especially in view of thy
great kindness toward us, for which, in good sooth, we are more
grateful than we have yet expressed. Let pass the over curious queries
we have ventured, and sit up at the table for a little meat and drink,
such as it may be. Here is some broiled fish, and here some clams"--

"I care not for eating, having finished mine own supper but now,"
grumbled Jones sinking back into Carver's arm-chair; "still if you'll
broach yon runlet of beer I'll taste a mug on 't, for my throat is as
dry as a chimbley."

"The beer is for our sick folk who crave it as they gather their
strength," said Carver pleasantly; "but we have here a case of strong
waters of our own, if that will serve thy turn."

"Why, ay, 't will serve my turn better than t' other," replied Jones
drawing his hairy hand across his mouth with an agreeable smile, as he

"I did but ask for the beer, thinking you who are well needed the
spirits for yourselves."

"We can spare what we need for ourselves more lightly than what we need
for others," said Carver in that grand simplicity of nature which fails
to perceive the magnificence of its own impulses. And from a shelf above
his head the governor took a square bottle of spirits, while Howland
poured water from a kettle over the fire into a pewter flagon, and
produced a sugar bason from a chest in the corner of the room. These,
with a smaller pewter cup, he placed before the seaman who eagerly mixed
himself a stiff dram, drank it, and prepared another, which he sipped
luxuriously, as leaning back in his chair he looked slowly around the
circle of his entertainers, and finally burst forth,--

"The plain truth is, there are no folk like these in any latitude I've
sailed, and a man must deal with them accordingly. 'T is what I told
Clarke and Coppin before I came ashore. What men but you would give
another what you want yourselves, and lacking it may find yourselves in
worse case than him you help? And 't is not all chat, for still I've
marked it both afloat and ashore, and the poor wretches you've left in
the ship will pluck the morsel from their own lips to put it to

"So it is, that with all your losses, a kind of good luck aye follows
you, and I shall not marvel if, in the end, you build up your colony
here, and see good days when I am--well, it matters not where--I doubt
me if priests or parsons know. But they who flout you or do you a
churlish turn find no good luck resting on them, but rather a
curse,--yea, I've marked that too. 'T is better to be friends than foes
with some folk."

"'Timeo Daneos et dona ferentes,'" quoted Winslow in the ear of Elder
Brewster, who sat watching the sailor curiously, and now suddenly

"And so thy shipmen are very ill too, Master Jones!"

"Lo you, now! I said naught of it, and how well you knew. What dost
mean, Elder?"

"Naught but friendly interest like thine own," replied the Elder gently,
yet never removing that steadfast gaze, beneath which Jones fidgeted
impatiently, and finally cried in a sort of desperate surrender,--

"Well, then, as well you know already, 't is that matter brought me here
to-night. My men have sickened daily, and everything hath gone awry,
since we bundled you and your goods ashore a month or so agone, when
some of you were fain to tarry aboard, or at least leave your stuff
there, and come and go."

"But thou wast afeard we should drink thy beer by stealth. Nay, thou
saidst it," declared Standish disdainfully.

"Well, yes, I'll not go back of saying it," retorted Jones half abashed
and half defiant. "For where else shall you find me men who will drink
water if another man hath beer where they may get it?"

"We heard from our friends on board that scurvy had broken out among the
shipmen," said Carver motioning Standish to hold his peace.

"Scurvy, and fever, and rheumaticks, and flux, and the foul fiend
knoweth what beside," replied Jones desperately. "Now Clarke hath still
been warning me that you were so sib with the saints"--

"Nay, God forbid!" ejaculated Brewster.

Jones looked at him in astonishment, then nodding his head as one who
yields a point he cannot understand continued: "Well, if not the saints,
whosoever you have put in their room; but Clarke says you are e'en like
the warlocks of olden time who called fire out of heaven on their
enemies, and it came as oft as they called; and he says Master Brewster
is like some Messire Moses who dealt all manner of ill to those who
crossed him; and I marked, and so did Clarke, how yester morn when I
denied Bradford the beer he craved, and answered the governor in so
curst a humor, three men fell ill before night, and two, who were
mending, died in torment. And Clarke said, and so it seemed most like to
me, that 't was you had done it, and might yet do worse; and so I would
fain be friends, and I come myself to bring the beer and the meat, and
I'll promise to do as much again and again; nay, I'll swear it by the
toe of St. Hubert, that my mother paid gold to kiss for me or ever I
was born, yea, I'll swear it, if you masters will take off the curse,
and promise to say masses, nay, nay, to say sermons and make mention of
me to the Lord."

"Knowest thou what the Apostle Peter said to one Simon Magus when he
would have bought the grace of God for gold?" demanded Brewster sternly.

"Nay, I never knew any of thy folk before," replied Jones humbly; but
Winslow consulting the pacific governor with his eyes smoothly

"Surely we will pray for thee and for thy men, Master Jones, albeit our
prayers have no more weight than those of any other sinful men, and our
Elder hath neither the power nor the will to bring plagues upon our
enemies. There is naught of art-magic in our practices, I do assure
thee, master."

"Well, I know not; but in all honesty I'd rather be friends than foes
with men like you."

"And friends we are most heartily," said Carver. "Our folk on board are
still mending, are they not?"

"Rigdale and Tinker are yet in bed, and their wives wait upon them, hand
and foot, though fitter to be in their own beds. And not only on them,
but now and again find time to run and give a drink or some such
tendance to our men lying groaning at the other side the bulkhead. You
mind that knave boatswain who still scoffed and swore at thy prayers,
Elder, and so grievously flouted the first who fell sick among you?"

Brewster nodded, and Standish bringing his clenched fist down upon the
table growled,--

"I mind him so well that I've promised him a skin full of broken bones
the first time I catch him ashore."

"Then thou 'lt be glad to know that he lies a-dying to-night," replied
Jones with horrible naïvété.


"No question on 't; and this morning as he lay groaning in sore
distress, and calling upon one and another to wait on him, and none had
time or stomach for it, goodwife Rigdale came to the caboose for a
morsel of meat after her night's watch, and hearing him she cried,
'Alack, poor soul!' and hasted to him with the very cup she was just
putting to her own lips. The dog fastened to it, I promise you, and
drank every drop, then gazing up at her asked a bit too late,--

"'Hast any left for thyself?'

"She smiled on him with that white face she wears nowadays and said,--

"'Nay, but thou 'rt more than welcome.' Then says Master Boatswain, not
knowing that I heard him,--

"'Oh, if I was set to get over this, as well do I know I am not, I would
ask no better than to join your company and forswear all I have held
dear. For now do I see how true Christians carry themselves to each
other when they are in trouble, while we heathen let each other lie and
die like dogs.'

"So the poor wench, fit to drop as she was, knelt and began praying for
him, and I stole away."

"But do not those men care one for another in their sickness?" asked
Brewster indignantly.

"As yonder wolf tended upon the dying buck," replied Jones with a
careless laugh. "To drink his blood while it was warm was his chief
care, and my men part the gear of their dying messmates before their
eyes. Why, one of the quartermasters, Williams, thou knowest, would fain
have hired Bowman, the other quartermaster, to befriend him to the last,
and promised him all his goods if he should die, and money if he got
well; but the knave did but make him two messes of broth, and some kind
of posset to drink o' nights, and then left him, swearing all over the
ship that Williams was cozening him by living so long, and he would do
no more for him though he starved, and yet the poor soul lay a-dying

"And Bowman had his goods?" demanded Howland sternly.

"Ay had he, or ever the breath was out of the body. Then there was
Cooper, who died cursing and swearing at his wife, and her spendthrift
ways, that wasted all his wage and still sent him to gather more. And
there was the gunner whose whole thought was that he must quit his gear,
and would have his chest stand where he could see it, and the key under
his pillow to the last; and when one of your men asked would he listen
to a bit of a prayer he bawled out with a curse, 'Nay, what profit was
there in prayers, or who would pay him for hearkening.'

"I tell you, masters, 't is the worst port ever I made, and albeit I'm
not a man of dainty or queasy stomach, it turns me sick to see and hear
such things, and know that I'm master of a crew bound for hell though we
called it Virginia."

"Mayhap if the Mayflower's crew had used more diligence in seeking to
land us in Virginia they had not themselves made the port thou speakest
of," said Standish bitterly, while Carver, sighing profoundly, pushed
back from the table in sign that the conference was ended, but said in a
voice of unfeigned friendliness,--

"Truly, Master Jones, thou needest and shall have our kindliest
sympathy, and our prayers, for this that you tell of is a fearful
condition, and a fatal for both body and soul, and well may you call
upon Almighty God for pardon and for mercy. If any of your men are fain
to come on shore we will receive them and give such tendance as we do to
our own, and right certain am I that those of our company yet on board
will do all that they are able for you. Forgetting the past, about which
we might justly murmur if we would, we are ready in your necessity to
reckon you as brothers, and to spend and to be spent in your service, as
God giveth ability.

"Will it please thee to tarry while we hold our evening devotions, and
join thy prayers to ours, that the Lord will have mercy upon all of us?"

"Yes, I'll tarry, though 't is not greatly in my way. Haply He might
take it amiss if I went," muttered Jones looking about him uneasily,
while Carver regarded his hopeless neophyte with divine compassion, and
Elder Brewster prayed long and fervently that not only the children
should be fed, but that the dogs might eat of the crumbs that fell from
the table, and that in the end even the sons of Belial might be forgiven
their blindness and hardness of heart, and receive even though
undeservingly the uncovenanted mercies of God.

Fortunately for his good intentions the object of many of these
petitions quite failed to comprehend them, and when the devotion was
over rose and went away far more gently than he had come.



"Where is the governor? Hast seen him of late, Mistress Priscilla?"

"Nay, Peter Browne, not since breakfast; but what is thy great haste?
Have the skies fallen, or our friends the lions eaten up Nero?"

"Nay, then, 't is worse than lions; ay, here is Master Carver."

"Here am I, Peter, and what wouldst thou with me in such haste?"

"Why, sir, I have ill news. This morning I went a-fowling to a pond
beyond that where we cut thatch and fell into such mishap, and as I lay
quiet at my stand waiting till the ducks might swim my way, I saw, for I
heard naught, twelve stout salvages all painted and trimmed up, carrying
bows and arrows and every man his little axe at his girdle. Each glided
after each like shadows upon the water, so still and smooth, and they
seemed making for the town. Then as I bent my ear to the quarter whence
they came I caught the far-off echo of that same fiendish cry that
saluted us at the First Encounter, and would seem to be their war-cry or

"And then?"

"I waited till all were past and all sound died away, and then I fetched
a compass, and ran home as fast as I might to warn the company and the

"And thou didst well, Peter," replied Carver musingly, while Priscilla
standing in the doorway behind him, with Mary Chilton at her side,
nodded mockingly, and clapped her hands in silent applause.

Turning suddenly, the governor surprised her antics, but smiling,

"Dost know, Priscilla, whither Captain Standish went this morning?"

"He and Francis Cooke went a-field so soon as they had done breakfast,
sir, and as they carried axes and wedges in hand, it would seem they had
gone to rive timber," replied Priscilla demurely.

"Ay, like enough; but as 't is near noon, when they will be home for
dinner, we will e'en wait till we have the captain's counsel, and
meantime I'll see that all have their arms in readiness."

"And I will go help to make the dinner ready," said Priscilla. "Thou
canst lay the table, Mary."

"Ay," replied the girl listlessly, and turning suddenly to hide the
tears that filled her blue eyes. Priscilla looked after her, and the
forced gayety faded from her own face as she put her arm about her
friend's waist and led her away.

"Nay, then, nay, then," whispered she; "no more crying, poppet! Didst
thou not cry half the night in spite of all I could say?"

"But how can I be gay, and father and mother both dead, and I so weak
and ailing, and alone."

"But, Mary, I have lost more than that," said Priscilla in a low voice,
and with that hard constraint of manner common to those who seldom speak
of their emotions.

"I know thou hast lost father, mother, brother"--

"And even the faithful servant whom I remember in the dear old home when
I was a toddling child," said Priscilla gloomily.

"Ay, but some have tenderer hearts than others and feel these things
more cruelly," persisted Mary weeping unrestrainedly.

Priscilla removed her arm from the others waist and stood for a moment
looking out at the open door with a mirthless smile upon her lips. Then,
with one long sigh, she turned, and patting Mary's heaving shoulder said
gently enough,--

"I'm more grieved for thee than I can tell, dear Mary; but still I find
that to busy one's self in many ways, and to put on as light-hearted a
look as one can muster, is a help to grief. See now poor Elizabeth
Tilley. She hath cried herself ill, and must tarry in bed where is
naught to divert her grief. Is it not better to keep afoot and be of use
to others, at least?"

"Ay, I suppose so," replied Mary disconsolately.

"Well, then, lay the table, while I try if the meat is boiled. Oh, if we
had but some turnips, or a cabbage, or aught beside beans to eat with

"Canst not make a sauce of biscuit crumbs and butter and an onion, as
thou didst for the birds?" asked Mary drying her eyes.

"Sauce for birds is not sauce for boiled beef," replied Priscilla, her
artistic taste shocked not a little; "but if thou 'lt be good, I'll toss
thee up a dainty bit for thyself."

"And me, too!" exclaimed Desire Minter, who had just come in at the

"And thee, too," echoed Priscilla. "But, Desire, dost know the Indians
are upon us, and they'll no doubt eat thee first of all, for thou 'rt
both fat and tender, and will prove a dainty bit thyself, I doubt not."

"Well, dear maids, is the noon-meat ready?" asked Mistress Brewster's
gentle voice at the door. "Dame Carver would fain have some porridge,
and if thou 'lt move thy kettle a bit, Priscilla, I will make it

"Now, dear mother, why should you do aught but rest, with three great
girls standing idle before you?" cried Priscilla gently seating the
weary woman in her husband's arm-chair. "I will make the porridge while
Desire lifts the beef from the pot, and Mary lays the table. Our mother
is more than tired with last night's watching beside Mistress Carver."

"Nay, then, child, I'll rest a minute, since I have such willing hands
to wait on me, and well I know thou art the most delicate cook among us.
Dame Carver will be the gainer."

And leaning her head against the back of the chair, poor, weary Mistress
Brewster closed her eyes, and even dozed, while the three girls busily
carried on their tasks, with low-voiced murmurs of talk that rather
soothed than disturbed the sleeper.

The first plan, of dividing the settlers into nineteen families and
building a house for each, had been abandoned before more than two or
three of the houses were begun, and now that the prostrating sickness
interrupting their plans was past, and the survivors counted, it was
found that sadly few dwellings were needed to contain them, so that at
present all were divided among four or five houses, although as the men
gained strength for labor each wrought upon his future home in all the
time to be spared from the common needs.

The house where we have found Priscilla was that of Elder Brewster,
situated on the corner of The Street and the King's Highway, as the
Pilgrims called the path crossing The Street at right angles, and
leading down to the brook, although to-day we should say that the
elder's house stood on the corner of Leyden and Market streets; like all
others built at this time, it was a low structure covered in with planks
hewn from the forest trees, and roofed with thatch. At each side of the
entrance door lay a tolerably large room, that on the right hand,
nearest to the brook, used as kitchen, dining, and general living room,
while the other was the family sleeping room, and also used as a
withdrawing room, where the elder held counsel with the governor, or
other friends, and studied his exhortation for the coming Sunday; here,
also, Mistress Brewster led her boys, or the maidens she guided, for
reproof, counsel, or tender comforting. At the back of this room,
partitioned by a curtain, was a nook, where Wrestling, a delicate child
of six, and Love, his sturdier brother, two years older, nestled like
kittens in a little cot. Above in the loft, reached by a ladder-like
staircase, was a comfortable room appropriated to Mary Chilton,
Priscilla Molines, and Elizabeth Tilley, all orphaned within three
months, and at once adopted by the Elder's wife as her especial charge.

In the next house, on a lot of land appropriated at first to John
Goodman and some others, the governor had taken up his abode with his
delicate wife, her maid Lois, Desire Minter their ward, and several
children whom she cared for. John Howland, the governor's secretary and
right-hand man, also lived here, and, like the manly man he was,
hesitated not to give help wherever it was needed.

Owing to Mrs. Carver's very delicate health, it had been arranged that
this family should share the table at Elder Brewster's, where the young
girls just mentioned were ready and glad to take charge of the household
labors, leaving their elders free for other matters.

In another house, placed in charge of Stephen Hopkins and his bustling
wife, nearly all the unmarried men were gathered, and made a hearty and
soberly jocund family. The third house, headed by Isaac Allerton and his
daughters, was the home of Bradford, Winslow, Mistress Susannah White,
with her children, Resolved and Peregrine, and her brother, Doctor
Fuller, with their little nephew, Samuel Fuller, whose father and mother
both lay on Cole's Hill.

In the Common house, under charge of Master Warren, with the Billingtons
as officials, were gathered the rest of the company except Standish, who
slept in his own house on the hill, but had his place at Elder
Brewster's table when he chose to take it.

Hither he now came, silent and grave as was his wont since Rose died,
but ever ready to give his aid and sympathy, whether in handicraft or
counsel, to the governor, the elder, or the women struggling with
unwonted labors. Of lamentation there was none, and since the day the
soldier stood beside that open grave and watched the mould piled upon
the coffin his own hands had fashioned no man, not even the elder, had
heard his wife's name, or any allusion to his loss, pass his lips; yet
those who knew him best marked well the line that had deepened between
his brows, the still endurance of his eyes, and the sadness underlying
every intonation of his voice; and those who knew him not, and had in
their shallower natures no chord to vibrate in sympathy with this grand
patience, comprehended it not, and seeing him thus ready and helpful,
not evading such pleasant talk as lightened the toil of his comrades,
not preoccupied or gloomy, these thought the light wound was already
healed, and more than one beside Desire Minter speculated upon his
second choice.

Listening to the governor's report of Browne's discovery, Standish
nodded, as not surprised, and said,--

"Ay, 't is sure to come, soon or late, and a peace won by arms is
stronger than one framed of words. When the salvages have made their
onset and we have chastised them roundly, we shall be right good
friends. Meantime, Francis Cooke and I left our adzes and wedges where
we were hewing plank, and so soon as I have taken bite and sup I'll
forth to look for them with my snaphance."

"We've heard of locking the stable door when the steed was stolen,"
murmured Priscilla to Mary, and the captain, whose ear was quick as a
hare's, half turned toward her with a glint of laughter in his eyes.

But the jibe was prophetic, for when, half an hour later, Standish and
Cooke returned to the tree they had felled, the tools were all gone, and
a headless arrow was left standing derisively in the cleft of a log.

"Hm! A cartel of defiance," said the captain drawing it out and grimly
examining it. "Well, 't is like our savage forefathers of Britain
challenging Julius Cæsar and the Roman power. But come, Cooke, 't is
certain we cannot rive plank with our naked hands, and since our tools
are gone, we had best go home and work at the housen. To-morrow we'll
take some order with these masters."



The afternoon and evening were devoted to a thorough review and
furbishing of weapons, many of which had suffered from exposure and
neglect during the press of building and of sickness.

And surely never could artist find better subject for his painting than
the scene at Elder Brewster's fireside that night where upon the hearth
Standish and Alden moulded a heap of silvery bullets, while Priscilla
and Mary and Elizabeth Tilley twirled their spinning-wheels, or knitted
the long woolen hose worn both by men and women in those days, looking
demurely from time to time toward the hearth, where Alden occasionally
dropped a little boiling lead into a skillet of hot water, and nodded to
one or other of the girls as he drew out the emblems thus formed.

At the back of the room gathered Brewster and Winslow and Carver and
Bradford, discussing plans of defense in low and eager tones, while over
all fell the broad and ruddy light of the floods of flame that rushed
weltering up the chimney and out upon the night, carrying tidings to the
wild woods and wilder men crouching in their depths that here were
encamped a little band of invaders stronger than the primeval forest,
stronger than the primeval man, stronger than Nature, stronger than

"Then it is well resolved," said Carver rising at last and coming toward
the fire, "that to-morrow, so soon as we have committed ourselves to
God's protection, and broken our fast, we will assemble with all the men
of our company in the Common house, and take counsel for the safety and
guidance of the colony. Does this movement suit you, Captain Standish?"

"Ay, Governor. A council of war is ever fitting prelude to action,"
replied Standish laying down his bullet-mould and standing up.

"And this is a council _coram populo_," said Winslow smiling. "A
congress of the whole people."

"Our first town-meeting, if indeed we be a town," said Bradford,
answering Winslow's smile.

"Alden, we name you sheriff _pro tempore_, to warn the brethren of this
convention. All the men, mind you," said the governor quietly.

"But none of the women, mark you!" whispered Priscilla to John as Carver
turned aside.

"Nay, who ever heard of women clamoring to be heard among men in
council," suggested Mary Chilton, while Alden, with a side glance and
smile at the merry maids, followed the governor a step and said,--

"Ay, sir, and I will moreover warn goodwife Billington to-night, that
she may have the Common house redded betimes."

"Well thought on, John," replied Carver smiling, for goodwife
Billington's untidiness was but too notorious among her associates.

"Thou 'lt have to lay a hand to 't thyself, John," murmured Priscilla as
the young man returned to the fire to gather up the bullets and moulds,
and if it must be confessed to seize the chance of one more word with
Priscilla; "best bring up two or three buckets of sand from the beach,
and when yon slattern hath done her best, spill you the sand over all,
and so hide her shortcomings."

"'T is good advice, as thine ever is," returned the lover, and so
energetic did Goody Billington find both his reminders and his help that
evening and the next morning, that the Common house was set in order at
a good hour, and by nine o'clock the Council, consisting of nineteen
men, all that were left of the forty-one who signed the original compact
on board the Mayflower, gathered around the table, where beside the
governor sat Howland, ready to take minutes of the proceedings of the
meeting, and, as it were, to open the Town Records of Plymouth.

The governor in a short address set forth the danger which evidently
menaced the little colony, and invited the opinion of the freemen
assembled as to the means of meeting it. One and another offered his
brief remarks, and at last Bradford in a few strong and sensible words
proposed that the whole company there present should be resolved into a
military body, and properly exercised in the use of arms and tactics of

"That is my own thought, Master Bradford," replied Carver eagerly; "and
this course is the more feasible that we have among us a man so skilled
in warfare, and so judicious in counsel as our brother Standish, who
hath already the rank of Captain in the armies of our sovereign King
James, and hath for love of liberty and the truth given up the sure
prospect of advancement in the king's armies, now that the hordes of
Spain are again let loose upon our Dutch allies, and every British
soldier is called to their defense. I therefore propose that we appoint
Captain Standish our military commander-in-chief, with full power to
organize, order, and enforce his authority as he shall see best for the
interests of the community, and I for one place myself in all such
matters under his command, and promise to answer to his summons, and
yield to his counsel in all things appertaining to warfare, offensive or

"And I say as doth the governor," added Winslow, turning his astute and
thoughtful face to Standish, with a smile of brotherly confidence.

"And I," added Bradford heartily, and the word of assent went round the
table, until each man had given his personal adherence to the new
commander-in-chief, and Brewster closed the list by saying with a
benevolent smile,--

"And I, although a man of peace, and too well stricken in years to
become an active soldier, will in time of need refuse not to strike a
blow under our captain's command for the defense of those God hath
entrusted to our care."

"And shall we call Master Standish General, or how shall we mark his new
dignity?" asked Hopkins a little pompously.

"Nay, I'll be naught but Captain," replied Standish hastily. "So runneth
my commission from good Queen Bess, heaven rest her soul, and here have
we neither parchment nor seals, no, nor authority for making out new
commissions. I have that I tell of, and 't is enough: 'Our well beloved
Captain, Myles Standish,' it runneth, and by that name I'll live and
die. But aside from that, I would say, friends, that I am well pleased
at the trust you place in me, and that so long as God giveth me life and
strength I will heartily place them at the service of this"--

But a shriek, followed by a hubbub of voices, and the pattering of many
light feet, broke off the captain's sentence, and brought several of the
Council to their feet, and to the door, just as it was burst open by a
crowd of women and children all clamoring,--

"The Indians! They are upon us! They are coming into the housen! Haste!
Haste if ye be men!"

Not waiting to question farther, Standish seized his snaphance which in
these days seldom was out of reach, and briefly shouting, "Follow me!"
rushed out, looked about him, and seeing nothing seized young John
Billington by the arm and demanded, "Where are these Indians, thou
yelping cur! Didst rouse that hubbub for naught?"

"Nay, Bart Allerton and Johnny Cooke and I all saw them"--

"Well, lead on, and show them to me too," demanded the captain sternly,
and preceded by the half-frightened, half-delighted boys, and followed
in more or less order by his new army, he marched up Leyden and down
Market streets, until across the brook on the crest of a little hill two
savages in full panoply of war suddenly appeared, and gazed defiantly
upon the white men.

"Governor, the advance guard of the enemy is in sight, and I propose
that I with another, cross the brook and parley with him," said Standish
turning to Carver and unconsciously resuming the stiff military manner
and habit of a trained soldier in actual service.

"Your powers are discretionary, Captain Standish," replied Carver with
gentle dignity. "All is left in your own hands, always remembering that
we desire peace rather than war, if so be we may have it in honor."

"Hopkins, wilt volunteer to come with me?" asked the captain briefly,
and as briefly the veteran answered, "Ay, Captain," and followed.

But as the party of parley approached, the Indian scouts withdrew, and
before Standish could reach the spot where they had stood no creature
was in sight, although the stir and murmur of a multitude not seeking to
conceal itself were heard from the woods densely clothing Watson's Hill
and the valley between.

Returning with this report to the town, the captain gave it as his
opinion that so long as the enemy held off he should be left undisturbed
while the colony devoted itself to works of defense, especially
finishing and arming the Fort upon the hill, and making it ready for
immediate use.

"It were well that you and I, Governor, went aboard this morning and
stirred up Master Jones to get out our ordnance and help fetch it
ashore," concluded he. "Shall we go at once?"

"So soon as the tide makes, Captain; for when the water is out, our
harbor is somewhat wet for walking, yet by no means suited for
navigation," replied Carver casting a whimsical glance at the verdant
flats, then as now replacing the tides of Plymouth Harbor.

"A wise provision of Nature whereby the clams are twice a day left
within our reach," replied Standish in the same tone. "After noon-meat
then, we will go."

But when the governor and the captain arrived on board the Mayflower
they found Jones too stupid with liquor to listen to any plans, and too
short-handed when he had been made to understand to carry them out with
half the dispatch the ardent spirit of Standish prompted, so that all
they effected was to have two of the larger pieces hoisted out of the
hold, and one landed and left upon the sand. The next day was devoted
to finishing the preparations on shore, and finally on Wednesday, the
third day of March, Captain Jones with all of his men fit for service
came on shore with the rest of the ordnance, and, aided by the Pilgrims,
dragged the clumsy pieces to the top of the eminence now called Burying
Hill, and mounted them in the positions carefully marked out beforehand
by Standish. The two minions, each eight feet long, a thousand pounds in
weight, and carrying a three-pound ball, were planted, the one to
command the landing at the rock, and the other the crest of Watson's
Hill, where the savages had twice appeared. The saker, a still heavier
piece, commanded the north, where the dense coverts of an evergreen
forest hid what was soon to be known as the Massachusetts trail, and a
very menacing quarter. The two other pieces called bases, and of much
lighter calibre, were set at the western face of the Fort, where they
would do good service should an enemy attempt to skirt the hill and
approach at that side. The pieces were heavy, the appliances crude and
clumsy, a shrewd east wind was driving in a sea-fog of the chillest
description, and Standish, although he toiled and tugged with the best,
proved himself a martinet in his requirements, not sparing in the heat
of the struggle some of those curious oaths for which "our army in
Flanders" gained a name. But the elder turned a deaf ear at these
moments, and neither the truly devout Carver, nor the elegant Winslow,
nor formal Allerton, nor self-restrained Bradford, chose to notice these
lapses on the part of him who was giving all his energies and all his
experience to their defense. As the sun set, Master Jones straightened
his back, and setting his hands upon his hips exclaimed,--

"There, then, my little generalissimo, thy guns are set, and by thine
own ordering, not mine. And let me tell thee now, 't is lucky thou and I
do not often train in company, for I'd sooner serve in an Algerian
galley than under thee, and if thou wast under me, I'd shoot thee in the
first half day."

Standish, who was on his knees sighting his saker, did not hurry himself
to rise, but when he did so turned and eyed his ally with a grim smile.

"Thou 'rt right, Jones. Two game-cocks seldom agree until they have
fought a main or two. Yet methinks I could train thee to something after
a while."

Jones's red face grew redder yet, but before his slow wit had compassed
a retort, Carver interposed,--

"And now that our good day's work is done, it is seemly that we should
soberly rejoice and exult. Master Jones, wilt thou and thy men sup with

The sailor's face cleared directly, and with a roar of jovial merriment
he replied,--

"Marry will we, Master Governor, an' if you had not bidden us, I had
bidden you to the feast, for I brought more than cold iron ashore, I
promise you."

"What, then? Some beer and strong waters?" demanded Hopkins eagerly.

"Ay, man, and a fat goose ten pound weight, and some wild fowl beside,
and a whole runlet of beer and a pottle of Hollands. I brought them that
we should all make merry for once, and forget all that's come and gone,
and that you should wish me a fair passage home, and good luck on
getting there."

"Thou 'rt a good fellow, after all, Jones, and I for one will meet thee
half way, and pledge thee in mine own liquor, and change a bit of my
tender crane shot yesterday for a leg of thy goose." So saying,
Standish smote the sailor upon his shoulder, and took his great paw into
the grasp of a hand small and shapely, but of such iron grip that the
burly fellow winced, and wringing away his fingers cried,--

"Nay, then, thou 'rt more cruel as a friend than thou 'rt maddening as a
master. I'll none of thee."

"And where are thy generous gifts now bestowed?" asked Bradford

"In the Common house. I bade Clarke go down the hill after our snack at
noon, and take them all out of the boat's cuddy and carry them up to
goodwife Billington, who is a famous cook, of wild fowl in particular"--

"She hath had practice while her goodman was poach--nay, then, I mean
gamekeeper on my Lord the Marquis of Carrabas's estates," put in
Standish gravely, and Billington, who stood by, started, tried to look
fierce, but ended with a craven laugh.

"Then Alden," suggested the Governor, "thou hadst best tell the women at
the elder's house to send over their own vivers, or a portion of them,
to the Common house, and we will all sup together. We have the captain's
crane and a brace of mallards, and a salted neat's tongue, with some
other matters, Master Jones, and can methinks well forget for one night
that hunger and cold and danger are lying at the door. 'T is wise to be
merry at times that we may better bear trouble at others."

"Ay, 't is a poor heart that never rejoices," replied the Master, in
what for him was a pleasant voice, although with a suspicious look
around, lest anybody should be jeering at his unwonted amenity.

But Standish was casting a comprehensive look about his little fortalice
to see if all was ready to be left for the night, and the younger men
were already going down the hill, and Carver and Bradford stood awaiting
their guest with cheerful and open countenance, devoid of mischief or
guile. So the old sea-dog sheathed his fangs, restrained his growl, and
assumed the bearing of coarse good humor which was his rare concession
to the claims of good society.

And now Alden hasting upon his errand found that Priscilla had already
been warned by Helen Billington of the proposed feast, and with Mistress
Brewster's consent had arranged the tables in the Common house, and
added to the heavier viands some delicate dishes of her own composition,
finishing by making a kettle of plum-porridge whereon the women were to
regale themselves in the Brewster kitchen while their lords feasted in
the Common house.

And thus with sober mirth and honest friendliness closed a day so
important in the annals of the settlement.



Doubtless the Indians lurking in the woods of Watson's Hill had watched
with wonder and alarm the process of mounting and securing the ordnance
of the Fort, itself a novel structure in their eyes, and wisely
concluded to consider the question of peace or war a little further
before bringing it to an open issue. At any rate, they were no more seen
at present, and the colonists wasted no time in pursuing them, but as
the ground dried and warmed hastened to put in such grain and garden
seeds as they had provided, and to lay out the little plots of ground
attached to each house. Among the other crops was one whose harvest no
man, woman, or child of that well-nigh famished company would have
eaten, a crop of wheat whose ripened seeds were allowed to fall as they
would, to sink again into the earth, or to feed the birds of heaven, for
it was sown above the leveled graves of that half the Pilgrims who in
the first four months found the city that they sought. So numerous and
so prominent upon the bold bluff of Cole's Hill were these graves
becoming, that Standish, overlooking the town from the Fort and his home
close beneath its walls, pointed out to Carver and Bradford that the
savages, doubtless as keen-eyed as himself, would in seeing how many of
the invaders were under ground find courage to attack those still
living, and it was his proposal that the earth should be leveled and

"To what crop?" asked Bradford.

"It matters not," replied Standish a little impatiently. "No man will
care to eat of it, knowing what lies beneath."

"'Thou sowest not that body that shall be, but bare grain, it may chance
of wheat or of some other grain, but God giveth it a body,'" quoted
Carver in a low voice, and Standish reverently answered,--

"Ay. Let it be wheat, since that is Paul's order."

But that night as the sun was setting behind the gloomy evergreen forest
closing the western horizon, the captain, avoiding his comrades, went
quietly up the hill to the Fort, and thence made a circuit northward and
eastward so as to come out upon the bluff of Cole's Hill. Passing among
the graves with careful feet he presently stood beside one, mounded and
shaped with care, and protected by willow rods bent over it and into the
ground at either side. Recently cut, these boughs yet bore their pretty
catkins, and the leaves which had already started seemed inclined to
persist in life and growth.

Removing his buff-cap and folding his arms Standish stood long beside
this grave, silent and almost stern of look, but his heart eloquent with
that deep and inarticulate language in which great souls commune with
God, and with those mysteries of life so far transcending man's
comprehension or powers of definition.

At last he gently pulled up the ends of the willow rods at one side, and
passing round to the other would have done the same, but seeing how
fresh and green they looked held his hand.

"They would grow an' I left them," muttered he; but then with a mournful
gesture added in the same tone, "Nay, then, what need. I shall know
where thou liest, Rose, and"--

Not ungently he drew the twigs from the earth, and stood holding them in
his hand as a voice behind him said,--

"Ay, brother, we must say good-by even to the graves we have loved.
Stern necessity is our master."

Standish, ill pleased at the interruption, turned a dark face upon the

"And yet I have heard, Master Winslow, that thou art already speaking of
marriage with Mistress White. Is stern necessity master there also?"

"Yes, Standish," replied Winslow frowning a little and speaking more
coldly than at first. "You may see it for yourself. Here are we, a scant
threescore souls, not one score grown men, come to people a savage land
and make terms with hordes of savage inhabitants. Is it not the
clearest, ay, sternest necessity that those of us who are unwived, to
our sorrow though it be, should take the women who remain, be they maids
or widows, in honorable wedlock, and rear up children to fill our places
when we are gone? Have we a right, man, to follow our own fantasies and
mourn and mourn like cushat doves over the graves of our lost mates
while the women we ought to cherish struggle on uncared for?"

"Hast put the matter in this light to William White's widow?" asked
Standish sarcastically.

"Nay," returned Winslow with his usual calm. "Words that suit men are
not always for women's ears. What I may say to Susanna White is not of
necessity the business of the Council"--

"Any more than my errand here to-night," retorted Standish, the spark
kindling in his brown eyes.

"Softly, brother, softly," replied Winslow in his measured tones, and
laying a finger upon the other's arm. "It would ill befit us two to
quarrel here between thy wife's grave and mine. We are brethren, and if
I said aught that mispleased thee I am right sorry"--

"Nay, then, 't is I was hasty," interrupted Standish. "Surely thy
marriage is thine own affair, not mine, and I wish you godspeed with all
my heart."

"And yet, brother, I am not all content lacking thine approval, for
there is neither head nor heart in the colony more honorable than

"'He who praises thee to the face is a false friend; the true one
reproveth thee,'" quoted Standish with his peculiar grim smile.

"And am not I reproving thee for thy selfish disregard of the common
weal?" persisted Winslow, his own smile a little forced. "Nay, then,
must I bewray confidence and tell thee that one who knows assures me
that Priscilla Molines would not say thee nay wert thou to ask her?"

"Pst! What folly art thou at now, Master Winslow? This is no more than
woman's gossip. Some of thy new love's havers, I'll be bound."

"Did not William Molines send to seek speech with thee the night he
died?" asked Winslow fixing his keen eyes upon the soldier's perturbed

"Ay, but it was he and I alone."

"Well, then, he had taken counsel first with a godly matron, in whose
judgment he trusted."

"Mistress White?"


"I would I had known it that day." And with no farther good-by the
Captain turned and strode down the hill ill pleased.

The next day rose warm and misty. The veiled sun seemed smiling behind
the soft vapors, and the earth throbbing with the sweet hopes of spring
smiled back at him. The leaves of willow, and alder, and birch, and
maple, and elm, uncurled their delicate fronds and shyly held out hands
of welcome to the south wind; the birds sang clear and sweet in the
woods, and the delicate springs of sweet water answered back with
rippling laughter and joyous dance.

"A goodly scene, a veritable garden of the Lord," said William Bradford
standing outside the elder's door, and gazing down upon the valley of
Town Brook, and across at the wood-covered hillside beyond. Standish,
whom he addressed, was just coming out of the house, after his
breakfast, and without reply laid his hand upon the younger man's arm
and led him up the hill.

"Whither bound this fair morning my Captain?" asked Bradford, in whose
blood the brave morning air worked like wine.

"First to fetch my snaphance, and then I will have thee into the wood
for a stroll to enjoy thy fine day, and to hold counsel with thy

"And that is ever to mine own advantage," replied Bradford with
affectionate honesty. Standish glanced at him with the rare sweetness
sometimes lighting the rigor of his soldierly face, and as they had
reached the door of the cabin nestled beneath the Fort, where John Alden
and his friend abode, Standish entered, leaving the future governor to
feast his eyes upon the wider view outspread at his feet. Climbing still
further to the platform of the Fort, he stood lost in reverie, his eyes
fixed upon the lonely Mayflower, sole occupant of the harbor, as she
clumsily rode at anchor tossing upon the flood tide.

"We shall miss the crazy craft when she is gone," said Standish
rejoining him.

"Ay. She is the last bit of Old England," replied Bradford, musingly.
For a few moments the two men stood intently gazing upon the vessel,
each heart busy with its own thoughts, then, as by a common impulse
turned, descending the side of the hill toward the lower spring, and
passed into the forest.

"What is thy matter for counsel, friend?" asked Bradford finding that
Standish strode on in what seemed gloomy silence.

"Yon ship."

"The Mayflower?"

"What other? She brought a hundred souls to these shores some six months

"Ay, and now we are fifty."

"Fifty alive, and fifty under the sea, or on yon headland where to-day
we level the mounds over their poor bodies and plant wheat to cheat the

"'T is too true, good friend, and well I wot that the delight of thine
eyes lies buried there"--

"And thine beneath the waters of our first harbor," interrupted Standish
harshly, for the proud, tender heart could not bear even so light a

"Yes," replied Bradford briefly, and over his face passed a cloud
blotting out all the boyish enjoyment of scene and hour that had
enlivened its ordinarily thoughtful features. Was Dorothy May indeed the
delight of his eyes and heart?

"Yes, we two men came hither husbands, and to-day we stand as widowers,
and 't is in that matter I seek counsel," exclaimed Standish suddenly
as he turned to face his friend. "Last night, Master Winslow standing
between the graves of his wife and mine, read me a lecture upon the duty
unwived men owe to the community. He says it is naught but selfishness
to let our private griefs rule our lives, that we are bound to seek new
mates and raise up children to carry on the work we have begun. Nor can
we doubt his own patriotism, or the honesty of his counsels, for already
he has spoken to the widow of William White, and his own wife but six
weeks under ground."

"Yes, I know--they will be wed shortly," replied Bradford a little
embarrassed. Standish eyed him keenly.

"And thou art of his mind, and mayhap thine own new mate is already
bespoken?" demanded he in angry surprise.

"Nay, Standish, thou 'rt not reasonable to quarrel with another man's
conscience so that it thwarts not thine," replied Bradford patiently,
although the color rose to his cheek as he felt the scorn of his
comrade's voice. "Neither Winslow nor I would do aught that we could not
answer for to God, and have not we come to this wilderness that we might
be free to serve Him only, in matters of conscience?"

"I meant not to forget courtesy, nay, nor friendship neither, Bradford;
but my speech is ever hasty and none too smooth. So thou wilt marry,

"I'll tell thee friend, and thou 'rt the first I've told. There is a
lady in the old country"--

"Which old country? The Netherlands or England?"

"She is in England now, or was when we set forth. Thou must have seen
her, Standish,--Alice Carpenter, who wedded Edward Southworth in

"Oh, ay. A goodly crop of daughters had Father Carpenter, and not one
hung on hand so soon as she was marriageable. Truly, I remember Mistress
Southworth well, a fair and discreet dame. And she was left a widow not
many days before we left England, if I mistake not."

"Ay. One little week."

"And didst thou woo her as in the play I saw when last I was in London,
King Richard wooed the widow of him he had slain, following her
husband's corse to the grave? Nay then, nay then, man, I meant it not
awry. But to ask a woman within one week of her widowhood, and thou
still wived"--

"Nay, nay, nay, Myles, thou 'rt all aglee and I doubt me if I had not
better kept mine own counsel. I have not looked upon Alice Carpenter's
face nor heard her voice since she was Southworth's wife."

"Oh, ay--I see, I see--'t is an old flame and thou 'rt of mind to try to
kindle it once more. You were sweethearts of old, eh, lad?"

"Something so,--though I meant not to say so much, and now must leave
the secret in thine honor, Captain."

"Dost doubt the ward, Bradford?"

"Nay. I trust thee as myself, and thou knowest it. Why must thou ever be
so hot, Myles? Yes, when Master Carpenter and his fair troop of
daughters came to Leyden it was not long until I saw that Alice was both
fairest and sweetest of them all; but thou knowest the fight we had for
bread, winning it by strange and unaccustomed labors: I, who knew naught
but my books, and something of husbandry, becoming a weaver of baize;
Brewster a ribbon weaver, Tilley a silk worker, Cushman a wool comber,
Eaton a carpenter, and so on; well, goodman Carpenter was loth to trust
his maid to such scant living as I could offer, nor would he let us even
call ourselves troth-plight; and Alice, the gentle, timid maid that she
was, yielded all to her father's will, and I, in the naughty pride of a
young man's heart, was angered that she would not promise to hold
herself against all importunities, and we quarreled, or forsooth I
should say I quarreled, and flung away, and I knew Dorothy May and her
kin, and she, poor soul, was ready to wed as her father willed"--

"Enough Will, enough; it is not good to put all that is in one's heart
into words. I see the whole story. And now thou 'lt write to Mistress
Southworth and ask her to come out with the residue of our company, and
become thy wife?"

"Ay, dear friend, that is my plan," said Bradford, wringing the hand
Standish extended, and turning his flushed face aside.

"And why not?" asked Myles heartily. "'T is no new affair, no hasty
furnishing forth of a marriage feast with the cold vivers of the funeral
tables, as yon fellow said in the play. 'T is marvelous like one of
those old romaunts my kinswoman Barbara used to tell over to me and the
dear lass that's gone. There now--and thou hadst not this matter in
hand, I'd wive thee to Barbara Standish--'t is the best wench alive, I
do believe, and full of quip, and crank as a jest book."

"Thy cousin?" asked Bradford rather absently.

"Ay, but I know not just how nigh. Her father held for his lifetime a
little place of ours on the Isle of Man, and I, trying to find an old
record that should give me a fair estate feloniously held from me now,
went over there once and again, and so met Rose, and went yet again and
again, until we two wed, and I carried her away to my friends in the

"And is thy cousin wed?"

"Nay, did not I say I'd like to give her to thee to wife? But barring
that, I'll send for her to come with the next company, perchance under
charge of thy sober widow, Will, and I'll marry her to one of these our
good friends here. So if I do not marry myself, for the weal of the
community as Winslow says, I shall purvey for some one of them a wife
and mother of children in my stead."

"'T is well thought on, Captain," replied Bradford laughing, "and I can
promise that if Mistress Southworth makes the voyage she will gladly
take charge of thy cousin, for whom we will choose a husband of our
best. But why wilt not thou marry again, thyself? Was not that in thy
mind in speaking of counsel?"

"Ay--nay--in good sooth I know not, lad. I fain would know thine own
intentions, and I have them, but for myself--truth to tell, I care not
to wed again. I lived many years with only my good sword here as
sweetheart and comrade, and I was well stead, and--none can make good
the treasure late found and soon lost--but yet--come now, Will,
confidence for confidence, I'll tell thee somewhat"--

"Touching fair Mistress Priscilla?" asked Bradford with a smile of quiet

"Aha!" exclaimed Standish, a swarthy color mounting to his cheek. "'T is
common talk, then!"

"Well, I know not--certes I have heard it spoken on more than once, but
to say 'common talk'--we who are left alive are so few and so bound
together that 't is no more than a family, and the weal of each is
common to all."

"But what hast thou heard, in very truth?"

"Why, naught, except that Priscilla hath a sort of kindness for thee,
and thou hast, in a way, made her affairs thine own, and so 't was
naught but likely"--

"Ay, ay, I see, I ever had but an ill idea of great families, having
been born into one myself,--as thou sayest, the affairs of one are the
gossip of all."

"Nay, I said"--

"Pst, man, I know what thou saidst, and what I think, so hold thy peace.
Nay, then, this idle prating hath a certain foundation, as smoke aye
shows some little fire beneath, and I'll tell it thee. When William
Molines lay a-dying his mind was sore distraught at leaving his poor,
motherless maid alone, for his son Joseph had gone before him, so he
sent for me to watch with him that night, and somewhere in the small
hours we thought his time had come, and he besought me to promise that I
would take the maid under my keeping and not let her come to want. He
said naught of marriage, nor did I, for my wife was but then at rest,
and such speech would have been unseemly for him and hateful to me. I
took his words as they were spoken, and I gave my promise, and so far as
there was need I have kept it, and seen that the maid was housed and fed
and looked after by Mistress Brewster, but more, I thought not on."

"Master Molines was a discreet and careful man and seldom told out all
his thought," said Bradford astutely. "Methinks he counted upon 'the way
of a man with a maid,' and left it to thee to find out the most perfect
plan of caring for a young gentlewoman."

"Dost think so, Will? Dost think he meant me to take her to wife? Dost
think she so considers it?" and Myles snatching off his barret-cap
pushed up the hair from his suddenly heated and burning forehead.
Bradford looked at him with his peculiar smile of subtle humor and
shrewd kindliness.

"Why, Myles, thou lookst fairly frightened! Thou who never counted the
foe, or thought twice ere leading a forlorn hope, or asked quarter of
Turk or Spaniard"--

"Nay, nay, nay, Will, spare thy gibes! Here is a moil, here is an
ambushment! Here am I, going fair and softly on mine own way, and of a
sudden the trap is sprung, and Honor starts up and cries, 'There's but
one way out of it, take it, willy-nilly!' If the maid is of her father's
mind I am bound to her."

"I think she would not say thee nay," said Bradford demurely.

"Thou hast no right to avow that, Will, and I were but a sorry knave to
believe it. A lady's yea-say is an honor to any man, and he who receives
it must do so in all reverence. No man hath a right to fancy or to say
that a modest maid is ready with yea or nay before she is asked."

"Thou art right, and I wrong, Myles, and in truth I know naught of
Mistress Priscilla's mind."

"But I will, and that ere many days are past. Thou hast done me a good
turn, Will, in showing me where I stand. I dreamed not that Molines
was--well,--he died peacefully and I will not disturb his rest. Yes, I
will but wait until the Mayflower is gone and my cabin weather-tight,
and the garden sown, and then I will speak with Priscilla. If Barbara
comes she'll be rare good company for both of us."

Again Bradford smiled very quietly, and the two men walked on in



Once more the freemen of the colony were convened in Council around the
well-scoured table in the principal room of the Common house, become for
the nonce a House of Commons, and Captain Standish was explaining the
scheme he had arranged for organizing his little army, when again the
solemnity of the meeting was invaded by shrill cries of alarm and anger,
this time, however, in a solo rather than chorus, for goodwife
Billington having taken the field, her more timid sisters were abashed
into silence.

"Thou foul beast, I say begone! Scat! Avaunt! Nay, grin not at me thou
devil straight from hell! Wait but till I fetch a bucket of boiling
water to throw over thee, thou Cheshire cat! I'll soon see how much of
thy nasty color is fast dye"--

"What means this unseemly brawling?" sternly demanded Elder Brewster as
Standish ceased speaking, and all eyes involuntarily turned toward the

"Billington, the voice is that of thy wife. Go, and warn her that we
tolerate no common scolds in our midst, and that the cucking-stool and
the pillory"--

But the elder's threats and Billington's shamefaced obedience and the
wonder of all who had listened to the outbreak were cut short by a
startling apparition upon the threshold; the savages had really come at
last, or at least one of them, for here stood, tall and erect, the
splendid figure of a man, naked except for a waistband of buckskin
fringe, his skin of a bright copper color glistening in the morning sun,
and forming a rich background for the vari-colored paints with which it
was decorated; his coarse, black hair, cut square above the eyebrows,
fell upon his shoulders at the back, and was ornamented by three
eagle-feathers woven into its tresses; in his hand he carried a bow
nearly as tall as himself, and two arrows; a sharp little hatchet,
evidently of European make, was thrust into his girdle, but the keenness
of its edge was less than that of the glances with which he watched the
slightest movement of the armed men who started to their feet at his

The savage was the first to speak, and his utterance has become as
classic as Cæsar's "Veni,"--for it was,--


As he pronounced it, and looked about him with kindly, if wary eyes, the
Pilgrims drew a long breath, and the tense anxiety of the moment lapsed
into aspects various as the temperaments of the men.

"What! Do these men speak English, then!" exclaimed Allerton bewildered,
while Standish muttered,--

"Look to your side-arms, men. He may mean treachery," and noble Carver,
extending his hand, said,--

"Thanks for your courtesy, friend. How know you our language?"

"I am Samoset. I am friend of Englishmen. I come to say welcome."

"Truly 't is a marvel to hear him speak in our own tongue and so glibly
too. Mark you how he chooses his words as one of some dignity himself,"
said Bradford softly, but the quick ears of the savage caught the
substance of his words, and tapping his broad chest lightly with his
fingers he proudly replied,--

"Samoset, sachem of Monhegan. Samoset do well to many Englishmen in his
own country."

"And where is Monhegan, friend Samoset?" asked Carver pleasantly. "Might
it be this place?"

"This place Patuxet. Monhegan nearer to the sunrise," replied Samoset
pointing eastward.

"And how far?"

"Suppose walk, five days; big wind in ship, one day."

"And how camest thou, and when?"

"Ship. Three, four moons ago."

"Ah, then it is not an armed assault upon us," said Carver aside and in
a tone of relief.

"Nay, these salvages are more treacherous than a quicksand. Try him with
more questions," suggested Hopkins, the other men murmuring assent,
while the Indian glancing with his opaque, black eyes from one to
another showed not how much he understood of what went on about him.

"'In vino veritas,'" suggested Bradford with a smile. "Were it not well
to give him something by way of welcome?"

"Samoset like beer. Much talk make throat dry like brook in summer,"
remarked the guest, but whether in response or not no one could say.

"Thou 'rt right, man, and though thy skin's tawny, thy inside is very
like a white man's," exclaimed Standish with a laugh. "John Alden, thou
knowest the cupboards of this place passing well; find our friend
wherewith to fill yon dry brook-bed of a throat; that is with the
governor's permission."

"Surely, surely, Captain Standish," replied Carver with gentle alacrity.
"Your word is enough. And while Alden finds wherewithal to feed and
quench his thirst, John Howland shall bring a mantle or cloak from my
house to throw about him, for it is not seemly that our people should
see us entertaining a man stark as he was born."

"'T is well said, Master Carver. I had some such thought myself," said
Allerton rather primly, while Hopkins and Billington exchanged an
irreverent grin, and Standish stroked his moustache.

The cloak was brought, and gracefully accepted by Samoset, who evidently
regarded it as a ceremonial robe of state, designed to mark his
admittance as an honored guest at the white men's board, and draping it
toga-wise across his shoulder, he sat down to a plentiful repast of cold
duck, biscuit, butter, cheese, and a kind of sausage called black
pudding. To these solids was added a comfortable tankard of spirits and
water, from which Samoset at once imbibed a protracted draught.

"Englishman have better drink than poor Indian," remarked he placing the
tankard close beside his plate, and seizing a leg of the duck in his

"'T is sure enough that he has been much with white men,--yes, and
Englishmen, too, by the way he takes down his liquor," remarked Hopkins.

"Nay, methinks our Dutch brethren could take down a deep draught, too,
and this is their own liquor," said Bradford, while Winslow muttered in
Carver's ear,--

"Let not Alden leave the case-bottle within reach of the savage. Enough
will loosen his tongue, but a little more will bind it."

"True," assented the Governor, nodding to Alden, who quietly replaced
the bottle in the case whence he had taken it. Samoset followed it with
longing eyes, but his own dignity prevented remonstrance except by
finishing the flagon and ostentatiously turning it upside down.

After this, the meal was soon finished, and the conversation resumed,
partly by signs and inference, partly by Samoset's limited stock of
English. By one means and the other the Pilgrims presently learned that
Monhegan was a large island near to the mainland in a northeasterly
direction, and a great resort of fishing vessels, mostly English, with
whose masters Samoset, as sachem of the Indians in those parts, had both
traded and feasted, learning their language, their manners, and, what
was worse, their habits of strong drink and profanity, neither of which
however seemed to have taken any great hold upon him, being reserved
rather as accomplishments and proofs that he too had studied men and

The master of one of these fishing craft some few months previously had
invited the sachem to accompany him across the bay to Cape Cod, where
the sailor wished to traffic with the natives, and Samoset had since
remained in this part of the country visiting Massasoit, sachem of the
Wampanoags, who with a large party of his warriors was now lying in the
forest outside of the settlement, waiting apparently for the result of
Samoset's reconnoissance before he should determine on his own line of

Farther inquiry elicited the fact that the former inhabitants of
Plymouth, or Patuxet, a people tributary to Massasoit, but living under
their own sachem, had been totally exterminated by a plague, perhaps
small-pox, which had swept over the country two or three years before
the landing of the Pilgrims, leaving, so far as Samoset could tell, only
one man alive; this man seeking refuge among the Nausets, the tribe to
the east of Patuxet, was one of the victims entrapped by Hunt, escaping
from whom, he lived a long time in England with a merchant of London
named Slaney, who finally sent him in a fishing vessel to Newfoundland,
whence he had made his way back to his friends on Cape Cod.

"And this man," demanded Winslow eagerly. "Where is he now? Do ye not
perceive, friends, that this is an instrument shaped and fitted to our
hands by the Providence of God, who hath also sent His plague to sweep
away the inhabitants of this spot whither He would lead His chosen

"Of a truth it seemeth so," replied Carver reverently, while Standish
muttered in his beard,--

"Pity but the salvages had known 't was Providence! 'T would have
converted them out of hand."

The elder who had his own opinion of the soldier's orthodoxy looked
askance at the half-heard murmuring, and suddenly demanded,--

"Where, then, is this man? How call you him?"

"Tisquantum he name. English trader across big water call him other fool
name. Red man not know it."

"Tisquantum is well enough for a name, but why did he not come hither
with you, Samoset?"

"Tisquantum much wise. He like see other fox put his paw in trap first
before he try it." And as he thus betrayed his comrade's diplomacy the
savage allowed a subtle smile to lighten his eyes, which, with the
instinct that in simple mental organizations is so much surer than
reason, he fixed upon Winslow, who laughed outright as he replied,--

"Wiser than thou, Samoset, me-seemeth. How is it thou wast so much more
daring than thy fellow?"

"Samoset poor fool. He not know enough to be afraid of anything. Not
wise like white man and Tisquantum." And the sachem with a superb smile
settled the tomahawk at his girdle, and threw off the folds of his
horseman's cloak. But the grim smile upon most of the faces around the
board showed that the jest had given no offense to men who knew their
own and each other's courage, and the conference presently broke up, the
visitor amusing himself by strolling around the village, discreetly
wrapped in his cloak, and taking a malicious delight in encountering
Helen Billington, who never failed to greet him with a fusillade of
suppressed wrath, to which he listened attentively, as if desirous of
storing up some of the objurgations for his own future use. As night
fell, and the guest showed no intention of departure, some of the more
cautious settlers suggested that he should be put on board the Mayflower
for safe keeping, a plan which met Samoset's ready approval, for as he
sententiously remarked,--

"Captain-man have much strong waters."

But then, as now, he who would navigate Plymouth Harbor must take both
wind and tide into account, and when Samoset with Cooke, Browne, and
Eaton to row him reached the shallop, they found her high and dry, with
a stiff east wind in her teeth. The next plan was to bestow the
dangerous guest safely on shore, and this was finally done in the loft
of Stephen Hopkins's house, the veteran host grimly promising that he
should not stir so much as a finger-nail but he would know it; and in
spite of goodwife Billington's assurance to her sisters that they should
one and all be murdered in their beds before morning, the sun arose upon
them in peace and safety, and soon after breakfast the Indian was
dismissed with some small gifts, and an agreement that he should come
again the next day, bringing Squanto, and such others as desired to
trade with the white men, and could offer skins of beaver, martin, or
other valuable fur.

"Could not they fetch a few ermine and miniver skins while they are at
it," suggested Priscilla. "Methinks in this wilderness we women might at
least solace ourselves with the show of royalty, sith we are too far
from the throne to have our right disputed."

"Who knows but that we may found a new kingdom here in the New World,"
replied John Alden playfully. "And where should we find a fitter
sovereign than Queen Priscilla?"

But Saturday passed over quietly, and it was not until Sunday morning
that the Pilgrims coming out of the Common house after the morning
service met Samoset stalking into the village followed by five other
tall fellows, powerful but unarmed, Standish having sternly warned
Samoset that neither he nor his companions must bring any weapon into
the white man's settlement without permission. Much to the relief of the
women who encountered these guests, it was at once seen that Samoset had
understood and communicated the hint involved in lending him a cloak to
wear during his previous visit, for all were fully dressed in deerskin
robes with leggings fastened to the girdle and disappearing at the ankle
within moccasons of a style very familiar to our eyes, although a great
marvel to those of the Pilgrims, who, however soon adopted and enjoyed
them highly. Samoset and another savage, who seemed to be his especial
associate, also carried each a finely dressed wild-cat skin as a sort of
shield upon the left arm, and all were profusely decorated with paint,
feathers, strings of shells, and one man with the tail of a fox
gracefully draped across his forehead. All wore the hair in the cavalier
style, long upon the shoulders and cut square across the brow, and all
were comely and dignified looking warriors.

The governor, elder, captain, with some other of the principal men,
stood still in the open space where the King's Highway crossed The
Street, and greeted, soberly as befitted the day, yet cordially as
befitted charity and hospitality, their guests, who watched with wary
eyes every movement of the hosts whom they hardly trusted, while
Samoset, stepping forward, unrolled a fine mat, or wrapping-rug, in his
arm, and ceremoniously laid two axes and a wedge at the feet of
Standish, saying briefly,--

"The white chief has his own again."

"Our tools. Yes, that is as it should be," replied the captain,
"although we may not use them to-day."

"Six hungry guests to divide the dinner with us!" exclaimed Priscilla in
dismay as she stood at Mistress Brewster's side, her glowing brunette
beauty shining out in contrast with the soft ashen tints of the older
woman's face.

"Ay 't will put us to our trumps to make ready enough hot victual for
all," replied the elder's wife.

"They shall have none of the marchpane thou didst make yestere'en,
Priscilla!" expostulated Desire Minter anxiously. "There is no more than
enow for us that be women."

"That will rest as our dear mother says," replied Priscilla smiling into
Dame Brewster's face.

"Nay, it needs not the marchpane thou madest so toilsomely to entertain
these salvages to whom our ship-biscuit are a treat," and the elder
woman smiled tenderly back into the glowing face so near her own.

So presently the table in the Common house was spread with what to the
red men was a feast of the gods, and they gravely ate enough for twelve
men, evidently carrying out the time-honored policy of Dugald Dalgetty
and of the camel, to lay in as there is opportunity provision not only
for the present, but the future. Dinner ended, both red and white men
assembled in the open space before mentioned, now in Plymouth called the
Town Square, and the Indians grouping themselves in the centre began
what may be called a dance, although from the gravity of their faces and
solemnity of their movements the elder was seized with a suspicion that
fairly turned him pale.

"Are the heathen creatures practicing their incantations and
warlock-work in our very midst, and on the Lord's Day?" demanded he.
"Stephen Hopkins, thou knowest their devices, how is it?"

"Nay, Elder," replied Hopkins chuckling in spite of his efforts at
Sunday sobriety. "It is a feast-dance, a manner of thanksgiving"--

"A sort of grace after meat," suggested Billington in an aside; but the
elder heard him, and turning the current of his wrath in that direction

"Peace, ribald! Thou art worse than the heathen in making sport of holy

"I knew not yon antics were holy things, Elder," retorted the reckless
jester; but Standish ranging up alongside of him muttered,--

"One word more and thou 'lt deal with me, John Billington," and though
the reprobate affected to laugh contemptuously he remained silent.

To the solemn feast-dance succeeded a more lively measure accompanied
with barbarous sounds intended for singing, and the performance ended
with gestures and pantomime obviously suggesting a treaty of amity and
peace, as indeed Samoset presently interpreted it, closing the scene
with the offer of such skins as the men wore upon their arms, and
promises of more furs in the near future.

But the Sunday-keeping Pilgrims would not enter even into the semblance
of trade upon that day, and, although they could not explain the reason
to the Indians, made them understand that their dances, their singing,
and their gifts, which were of course to be repaid, were all impossible
for them to consider upon that day, and that, in fact, the sooner they
withdrew from the village the better their hosts would be pleased.
Adding however the wisdom of the serpent to the guilelessness of the
dove, they coupled with this dismissal a very earnest invitation for the
savages to return on the morrow and bring more skins, indeed all that
they could spare, the white men promising to purchase them at a fair

The Indians listened gravely to so much of this harangue as Samoset
translated to them, and the five new-comers at once, and with no
ceremony of farewell, glided one after the other down the path leading
past the spring to Watson's Hill, and were no more seen; but Samoset
throwing himself upon the ground pressed his hands upon his stomach
moaning loudly and declaring himself in great agony.

"He has a colic from over-feeding. Give him a dose of strong waters and
capsicum," said the elder compassionately; and Standish with a grim
smile remarked, "Truly the man hath been an apt scholar in the ways of
civilization. He minds me of a varlet of mine own, whose colics I
effectually cured after a while by mingling a certain drug with the
strong waters he craved. 'T was better than a sea-voyage for clearing
his stomach."

"Nay, Captain, we'll not deal so harshly with the poor fellow at the
beginning, whatever may come at the end," said the Governor smiling.
"Howland, get the man his dram, and if he will not go, put him to sleep
in Hopkins's house and under his ward."



"John Alden, the captain says thou 'rt a ready writer. Didst learn that
along with coopering?"

"Nay, Mistress Priscilla, I was not dubbed cooper until I was a
se'nnight old, or so."

"Oho! Then thy schoolcraft all came in the first week of thy life. Eh?"

"Have thy way, Priscilla. Thou knowst well enow thou canst not anger

"Truly? Well I never cared to see a man maiden-meek. But thou canst

"Ay, and so canst thou, I have heard."

"Heed not all thou hearest, John; no, nor believe all thou seest."

"But what about my pencraft? Can I do aught for thee, Priscilla?"


"And what is it, maid? Well thou knowest that it is more than joy for me
to do thy bidding."

"Nay, I know not what feeling 'more than joy' can be, unless haply it
topple over t' other side and become woe, and I would be loth to breed
thee woe."

"And I am as loth to let thee; but still thou dost it and will do it."


"Ay, verily; but what is thy bidding, Priscilla? for I have an errand on

"And what weighty matter claims thee for its guardian?"

"Nay, 't is no such weighty matter, nor is it a secret. The governor
will have me warn the men to gather in the Common house to-morrow to
complete the affairs twice broken off by the visit of our red-skinned

"And mark my words, John, they'll come again to-morrow so sure as you
try to hold council. 'T is a fate, and you'll not escape it."

"Pooh, child! Dost believe in signs and fates?"

"My forbears did. Haply thou hadst none, and so escaped the corruption
of such folly."

"Nay now, Priscilla, each one of us has just as many grandsires as
another all the way back to Adam, only some of us have had more
important matter in hand than to reckon up their names, and 't will
never spoil a night's rest for me that I know not if my great-grandam
was Cicely or Phyllis. But tell me, mistress, what my pen can do for

"Thy pen! Then 't is not thy heart or thy hand that is at my service?"
and Priscilla raised a pair of such melting and velvety brown eyes to
the somewhat offended face of the young giant that he at once tumbled
into the depths of abject submission, and trying to seize her hand

"Oh sweetheart, thou knowest only too well that hand and heart and all I
have are thine if thou wilt but take them."

"Nay, John, thou must not speak so, no, nor touch my hand until I give
it thee of mine own free will"--

"Until? Nay, that means that some time thou wilt give it!"

"Well, then, I don't say until, and if thou dost pester me I'll say
never. And I'll ask John Howland to write my letter."

"Stay, stay Priscilla! If 't is a letter to be written let me write it,
for I was the first one asked, and I'll not pester thee, lass. I am a
patient man by nature, and I'll bide thy good pleasure."

"There, now, that's more sensible, and as my own time runs short as well
as thine, sit down at the corner of the table here--hast thy ink-horn
with thee? Ay, well, here is paper ready, and we have time before I must
make supper."

"Yes, an hour or more," said John looking at some marks upon the window
ledge cut to show the shadows cast at noon, at sunrise, and at sunset at
this time in the year. Priscilla meantime had arranged the writing
materials upon the corner of the heavy oaken table with its twisted legs
and cross pieces still to be seen in Pilgrim Hall in Plymouth as Elder
Brewster's table, and drawing up two new-made oaken stools, for the
elder's chair in the chimney-corner was not to be lightly or profanely
occupied, she said,--

"Come now, Master Alden, I am ready."

"I would thou wert ready," murmured John, but as the blooming face
remained bent over the table, and the very shoulders showed cold
indifference, he continued hastily as he seated himself,--

"And so am I ready. To whom shall I address the letter?"

"Methinks I would first put time and place at the head of the sheet. So
have I noted that letters are most commonly begun."

"Ay. Well, then, here is:--

"'The Settlement of New Plymouth, March the 21st inst. A. D. 1620.'" For
thus in Old Style did John Alden count the date we now should set at
March 31st, 1621. And having written it in the queer crabbed Saxon
script we find so hard to decipher he inquired,--

"And what next, Mistress Priscilla?"

"Next, Master John, thou mayest set down,"--

"'My well beloved'"--

"Well, who is thy well beloved?" demanded John pen in hand and flame on

"Nay, the name is of no importance," replied Priscilla coldly. "Let us
go on."

"Very well, 'My well beloved,' is set down."

"'I promised thee news of my welfare so soon as opportunity should serve
to send it.'"--


--"'And now I would have thee know that I find none to take thy place in
my heart or eyes'"--

The young man laid down his pen, and with a sterner look upon his face
than the teasing girl had ever seen there, rose from the table saying,--

"I did not deem thee so unmaidenly, Priscilla, as to ask a man who loves
thee to write thy love-messages to one thou favorest more highly. 'T is
not well done, mistress, neither modest nor kind."

"I wonder at thy hardihood, John Alden, putting such reproach upon me.
Never think again that I will listen to thy wooing after such insult,
and thou stupid oaf, did I not tell thee that the letter was to Jeanne
De la Noye, my dear girl-friend in Leyden?"

"Nay, thou toldst me no such thing."

"Well, I tell thee now, and thou mayst put Jeanne after 'my
well-beloved' at the top, an' thou wilt. Art satisfied now, thou
quarrelsome fellow?"

"Satisfied that thou wilt bring me to an untimely grave, thou wicked

"Well, then sit down and finish my letter before thou seekest that same
grave, for the shadow creeps on apace. Nay, now, I will be good, good

"Ah well-a-day, I am indeed an oaf, as thou sayest, to be so wrought
upon by a coy maid's smiles or frowns, but have thy will mistress, have
thy will."

"Nay now, John, cannot a big, brave fellow like thee take a poor maid's
folly more gently? Think then, dear John, of how forlorn a maid it is;
think of the graves under yon springing wheat"--

"There, there, dear heart, forgive my rude brutishness; forgive me,
sweet one, or I shall go out and do some injury to myself or another,
thou hast so stirred my sluggish heart"--

But a peal of laughter, rich and sweet as a bob-o-link's song, cut short
his speech, and Priscilla dashing away the tears that hung in her archly
curved eyelashes exclaimed,--

"_Thy_ sluggish heart, John! Why, thy heart is like an open tub of
gunpowder, and all my poor thoughtless words seem sparks to kindle it!
Well, then, sith both are sorry, and both fain would be friends, let us
get on with my fond messages to Jeanne and her sister Marie, or I shall
have to put away my paper hardly the worse for thy work."

"Well, then, thou honey bee, as sweet as thy sting is sharp, what next?"

"Tell her in thine own words how long we were cooped in yon
vile-smelling old tub, and how when we landed, Mary Chilton and not I
was first of all the women to leap upon the rock we call our threshold;
and oh John, tell her how I am orphaned of father and mother and
brother, and even the dear old servant who carried me in his arms, and
many a time in Leyden walked behind us three malapert maids--oh me, oh

She turned away to the window and bowed her face in her hands,
smothering the sobs that she could not quite restrain. John sat still,
looking at her, his own eyes dim and his face very pale. At this moment
the door was suddenly thrust open, and Standish entered the room

"Is Alden here?"

"Ay, Captain," replied the young man rising and coming forward. Standish
cast a hasty glance at the figure of the young girl, another at the
young man's face, and motioned him to follow outside.

"Hast thou done aught to offend Mistress Molines?" demanded he as John
drew the door close after him.

"Not I," replied he somewhat indignantly. "She asked me to write for her
to some maid of her acquaintance in Leyden, and when it came to telling
of her orphanage and desolate estate her woman-heart gave way, and she
was moved to tears."

"Ay, ay, poor child! 'T is sad enow, but we will put all that right
presently--yes, I promised William Molines, and so let him die at ease,
and I will keep my word to the dead. A husband and a home, and haply a
troop of little rogues and wenches at her knees will soon comfort her
orphanhood, eh, John?"

"I know not, sir--I--doth she know of this compact betwixt her father
and you?"

"Come, now, thou 'rt not my father confessor, lad, nor yet my general,"
replied Standish with peremptory good humor. "Get thee back to thy
pencraft, and when it is done come to me at the Fort, I have work for

"Yes, sir." And the young man turned again into the house where
Priscilla, quite calm, but a little subdued in manner, awaited him.

"And now wilt thou set thy name at the foot, Priscilla?" asked the
scribe when the fourth side of the paper was nearly covered.

"Let me see. Ah, there is yet a little room. Say, 'My friendly
salutation to thy brothers, Jacques, Philip, and little Guillaume; and
now I think on 't, Jacques asked me to advise him if this were a good
place for a young man to settle, and as I promised, I will now bid thee
say that to my mind it is a place of goodly promise, and I were glad
indeed to see all my friends of the house of De la Noye coming hither in
the next ship.'"

"I have heard ere now that the pith of a woman's letter was in the post
scriptum, just as the sting of a honey bee cometh at the latter end,"
said John dryly. "And now wilt thou sign?"

"Yes. Give me the quill. _Ciel_, how it sputters and spatters! 'T is a
wondrous poor pen, John."

"It served my turn well enow," replied John surveying with a grim smile
the childish signature surrounded with a halo of ink-spatters; but as
not one third of the women in the company could have done as well,
Priscilla felt no more chagrin at not being a clerk, than a young lady
of to-day would at not knowing trigonometry.

"And now address it to the Sieur Jacques De la Noye for Mademoiselle
Jeanne De la Noye, and I will trust thee to put it with the letters
already writ to go by the Mayflower. And thank thee kindly, John, for
thy trouble."

"Thou 'rt more than welcome, Priscilla."

"But why so grave upon 't, lad?"

"'The heart knoweth its own bitterness,' and mine hath no lack of bitter
food, Priscilla."

"Nay, perhaps thou turn 'st sweet into bitter. A kind word to the
brother of my gossip Jeanne"--

"Ah, that's not all, nor the worst. But there, I'll fetch thee some
water from the spring." And seizing the bucket, the young man went
hastily out, leaving Priscilla staring at the folded letter upon the
table, while she half murmured,--

"Handsome Jacques with his quick wit and gentle breeding, and our brave
Captain, the pink of knightly chivalry, and--John!"--



Priscilla's prophecy proved a true one, for hardly were the
one-and-twenty men of the colony assembled around the table in the
Common house to hold a final Council upon their new orders, than young
Cooke came rapping at the door to announce that a large body of Indians
had appeared on Watson's Hill, and seemed advancing on the village. The
Council once more was hastily broken up, Carver only pausing to say with
a glance around the circle,--

"It is clearly understood that Captain Standish is in full control of
all military proceedings in this community, and we are all bound to
follow his orders without cavil or delay."

"Ay," responded a score of deep-throated voices lacking that of Myles
himself, who said,--

"The governor's authority is above that of the commandant unless martial
law be proclaimed, and I shall be the first man to submit to it."

"'When gentlefolks meets, compliments passes,'" muttered Billington with
a sneer, while Edward Dotey and Edward Lister, nominally servants to
Stephen Hopkins, but already ruffling with the best, tittered and nudged
each other as they followed their betters out of the house.

Now Dame Nature in compounding a leader does not often omit to furnish
him with five extra-keen senses, as well as a certain sixth sense
called intuition, quickwittedness, or, if you please, instinct; and
Standish, born for a leader, was fully furnished forth with all six of
these videttes, and seldom failed to see, hear, and understand all that
went on in his vicinity. So did he now, and although his stern visage
showed no shadow of change, he inwardly made the comment,--

"Hopkins's varlets, eh? Like master, like man. And Billington--wait a
bit, Master Poacher!"

"Ah, here is our friend Samoset coming up the hill, and another with
him," remarked Bradford as the little group of authorities paused at the
head of the path leading to the spring and to Watson's Hill.

"Tisquantum, I'll be bound. He looks to have a certain veneer of
civilization over his savagery," remarked Winslow, and in another minute
the two savages arrived within speaking distance, and the stranger
tapping his breast grandiloquently exclaimed,--

"This is Tisquantum, friend of Englishmen."

"Tisquantum is welcome, and so is Samoset," replied Carver gravely.
"Have they brought furs to truck for the white men's goods?"

But hereupon Squanto, as Tisquantum (He-who-is-angry) was familiarly
designated, began a long and very flowery harangue, from which the
Pilgrims gathered that the present was more of a diplomatic and
international affair than a trading expedition, and that Massasoit, the
sachem or chief of all this region, had come in royal progress, attended
by his brother Quadequina and sixty chosen warriors, to greet the white
men, and to settle upon what terms he would admit them to his territory.

So soon as the importance of this embassage was made plain, the Pilgrims
prepared to meet the occasion with suitable formalities, and while
Samoset and Squanto refreshed themselves in Stephen Hopkins's house,
Standish hastened to put his entire command under arms, excepting the
elder, who constituted the reserved force only to be called out in great
emergencies. The military band, composed of four of the well-grown lads
of the colony, Giles Hopkins, Bartholomew Allerton, John Crakstone, and
John Cooke, was also called out and equipped with its two drums, a
trumpet, and a fife, while a house just roofed in and not yet portioned
into rooms, was hastily prepared as an audience chamber by clearing it
of litter, and spreading at the upper end a large green rug belonging to
Edward Winslow, and various cushions and mats, while a high-backed
settle in the place of honor covered with some scarlet broadcloth cloaks
stood ready to receive the king and the governor in equal honor.
Everything being thus in readiness, Samoset and Squanto were dispatched
with a courteous message to the king as the Pilgrims chose to translate
the Indian term of sachem, inviting him to a conference, but the envoys,
soon returning, brought an intricate greeting, from which Winslow the
diplomatist at last evolved the meaning that Massasoit declined to trust
himself among the white men without adequate hostages for his safety,
and desired that one of the principal of the strangers should come to
him while Samoset and Squanto remained in the village.

"Zounds! And does the barbarian fancy that two of his naked salvages
count as one of our meanest, not to say our principal men!" exclaimed
Standish angrily, but Winslow interposed,--

"If the governor and the brethren consider me as a fit man to answer the
demand I will go and convey what message is decided upon to this
potentate, and if he accepts me will remain as hostage while he visits
the settlement."

"Nay, Winslow, I claim the post of danger, if danger there be. It is the
right of mine office," exclaimed Standish.

"Not so, Captain; thy duty is to do us right in a quarrel, mine to keep
us out of a quarrel. Each man to his own work, say you not so Governor?"

"Master Winslow is right, Captain Standish, and furthermore we need your
protection here, should an attack be made upon the village."

"I submit, and my good will go with thee, Master Ambassador," replied
Standish cordially; "but be sure if thy skill at keeping the peace fails
of saving thy scalp, thou shalt have a royal guard of salvages to escort
thee whither thou wilt go."

"Gramercy for thy courtesy good my Valiant," replied Winslow in the same
tone. "But I hope my wit shall avail to save my scalp."

And a few moments later the courtly Winslow, armed cap-a-pie and
carrying a haversack of gifts at his back, strode down the hill, and
across the brook to a point where a knot of dusky warriors awaited him,
and with them passed out of sight, leaving his comrades to an hour of
extreme solicitude and impatience.

Although out of sight their comrade, however, was in reality close at
hand, for Massasoit had with Indian cunning selected a spot for the
interview whence himself unseen he could through the branches of the
shielding shrubbery overlook the approach from the village, and perceive
any movement upon the side of the other party long before it could be
made effectual. Standing in the middle of a little glade to receive
Winslow, resting lightly upon the strung bow in his right hand,
Massasoit presented the ideal figure of an Indian chief, uncorrupted by
the vulgar vices of civilization. Lofty of stature and of mien, his
expression grave and even haughty, his frame replete with the easy
strength of vigorous maturity, he looked, as Winslow decided in the
first quick glance, more worthy to be the king of red men than James the
First of England did to be the king of white men.

For costume the Indian wore buckskin leggings, highly ornamented
moccasons, a belt with fringe several inches long, and a curious skin,
dressed and ornamented upon the inside with elaborate designs, slung
over his left shoulder by way of cloak. He also wore a necklace of white
beads carved from bone, and depending from it at the back of his neck a
pouch from which as a mark of royal favor he occasionally bestowed a
little tobacco upon his followers, most of whom were provided with
pipes. In his carefully dressed hair the chief wore three beautiful
eagle-feathers, and his comely face was disfigured by a broad stripe of
dark red or murray-colored paint.

Removing his hat and bowing courteously before this grave and silent
figure, Winslow unfastened his haversack, and produced two sheath knives
and a copper chain with a glittering pendant which might have been of
jewels, but really was of glass.

These he laid at one side, and at the other a pocket-knife with a
brilliant earring. Finally he set by themselves a parcel of biscuit, a
little pot of butter, and a flask of strong waters. Having arranged all
these matters with great deliberation under the gravely observant eyes
of the king, Winslow stood upright and demanded who could speak English.
It proving that nobody could, another delay ensued while a _pniese_, or
as we might say a noble of the king's suite, was dispatched to the
village to summon Squanto and to remain as hostage in his place. During
the half hour of this exchange, Massasoit remained standing precisely as
Winslow had found him with his warriors half hid among the trees as
motionless as himself. Winslow leaning against a great white birch on
the edge of the little glade rested his left hand upon the hilt of his
sword, and setting the other upon his hip imitated the immobility of the
savages, and in his glistening steel cap and hauberk, his gauntlets and
greaves, his bristling moustache and steady outlook, presented the
fitting counterpart to the savage grandeur of Massasoit. It was one of
those momentary tableaux in which History occasionally foreshadows or
defines her policy, and had an artist been privileged to study the scene
he should have given us a noble picture of this first meeting of the
Powers of the Old World and the New.

Squanto at last returned, and Massasoit for the first time opening his
lips said gravely,--

"Tell the white man he is welcome."

"Thank your king for his courtesy," replied Winslow bowing toward the
chief; "and tell him that my sovereign lord and master King James the
First of Great Britain salutes him by me, and will be ready to make
terms of peace and amity with him." Waiting a moment for this message to
be delivered the ambassador went on,--

"And tell him furthermore, that Governor Carver, the chief man of our
settlement, is desirous of seeing him, and of arranging with him terms
of alliance and of trade. Our desire is to purchase peltrie of every
sort, and we are ready to pay for all that we receive, but it is best
that the governor and the king should arrange these matters together.
Meantime the governor begs your king's acceptance of this little gift,"
designating the two knives, the copper chain, and the provisions, "for
his own use; while to his brother the Prince Quadequina he offers this
knife for his pocket,--nay,--for his girdle, and this jewel for his ear.
And if the king will now go to the village to confer with our governor,
I, who am not ranked the lowest among our company, will remain here as
surety until his return."

This speech having been somewhat lamely and laboriously translated into
the vernacular by Squanto, Winslow wiped his brow and wished that it
consisted with his dignity to throw off his armor and stretch himself
upon the pine needles at his feet, but it evidently did not; and in a
moment or two Squanto delivered to him the king's reply that he was very
willing to become an ally of King James, and that he would go into the
village to meet the governor leaving Winslow as guest of Quadequina, but
that first he was ready to exchange for some very valuable peltrie the
armor and weapons now worn by his guest, and as he observed by the other
men of the colony.

To this proposition Winslow returned a most decided negative, adding
that among his people no soldier relinquished his weapons except with
his life, which chivalrous boast Squanto after a moment's consideration

"White man says these things to him all one as red man's scalp-lock to
him," and Massasoit replied by a guttural sound sometimes rendered
"Hugh!" although no letters can express it, and its intent is to convey
comprehension, approbation, contempt, or assent, according to the
intonation. In the present instance it conveyed approbation mingled with
disappointment, and Massasoit drawing forward his tobacco pouch filled
his pipe, lighted it with a sort of slow match made of bark, and having
drawn two or three whiffs passed it to Winslow who gravely accepted it.
Next the chief tasting the dainties offered him by one of his officers
distributed the remainder among his followers, excepting the flask of
gin, which having cautiously tried he laid aside, evidently not
understanding it, and unwilling to offend the donor by showing his
distaste for it. And here let it be said that Massasoit, although he
learned to drink the "fire-water" of the white men, never became its
victim like so many of his brethren.

These ceremonies over, Winslow, already a little uneasy lest Standish
and his musketeers should come to seek him and disturb the harmony he
was endeavoring to establish between this dusky potentate and his own
people, suggested to Squanto that the governor would be growing
impatient to receive his guest, and that the day was getting on.

This hint the interpreter conveyed in his own fashion to the king, who
simply drawing his puma robe a little farther forward, muttered a word
to Quadequina who stood beside him, and moved toward the village
followed by about twenty warriors.

Winslow, somewhat startled by the suddenness of this departure would
have followed at least for a few steps, but Quadequina, a younger and
handsomer copy of his brother, stopped him by a single finger laid upon
his breast, and a few guttural sounds which Squanto paused to interpret
as a direction that the white man should remain where he was until the
return of the sachem.

"Certainly. It is as a hostage that I am here. I would but move to a
spot whence I may see the progress of his majesty and his greeting. Tell
the prince that he has my parole not to escape."

But neither the words nor the spirit of this chivalrous utterance were
familiar to Squanto, across whose red and yellow and oily countenance a
gleam of humor shot and was gone, while he gravely reported to

"The white man does but place himself to see the head men of his village
fall to the ground before Massasoit and his sachems. He trembles before
Quadequina and entreats his kindness."

"Hugh! I think thou liest, Squanto," sententiously replied the young
sachem. "I see no trembling in this warrior's face, nor do I believe his
people will fall down before Massasoit. Go, and see that thou dost speak
more truly in the sachem's presence, or he will hang thy scalp in his
wigwam to-night."

Squanto a little depressed at this suggestion, attempted no reply, but
hastened after the chief who already was nearing the brook, while from
the side of the town approached Standish, preceded by drum and fife and
followed by six musketeers. Arriving first at the dividing line the
captain halted his men, and summoning Squanto by name, bid him demand
that the twenty followers of the king should leave their bows, arrows,
and tomahawks where they now stood and come over unarmed, adding that
the importance of their hostage might well cover this further
concession. Massasoit after gazing for a moment into his opponent's face
conceded the point without parley, and at a sign from him the warriors
threw their weapons in a pile and followed him unarmed through the
shallow ford of the brook. Standish meantime deployed his men into guard
of honor so that the chief passed between two lines of men who presented
arms, and closing in behind him escorted him with drum and fife to the
unfinished house where he was seated in state at one end of the settle,
and his followers upon the cushions at the right hand of the Green Rug,
which may be said to have distinguished this meeting as the Cloth of
Gold, just a hundred years before, had that of the interview between
Henry VIII. and Francis I.

Hardly was the chief seated when the sonorous sounds of the trumpet,
well supported by the larger drum, replaced the shriller notes of fife
and small drum, and Governor Carver in full armor and wearing a plumed
hat, made his appearance, followed by six more musketeers, the two
guards exhausting pretty nearly the whole available force of the Pilgrim
army at this time.

Massasoit rose as the governor approached, and when Carver extended his
hand laid his own in it, each potentate saluting the other with a
punctilious gravity much to be admired. Carver then seated himself at
the other end of the settle, and turning to Howland, who stood as a sort
of Aid at his elbow, he requested some strong waters to be brought that
he and the king might pledge health and amity to each other. This
request having been foreseen was immediately complied with, and a great
silver loving-cup with two handles and filled with a compound of Holland
gin, sugar, and spice, with a moderate amount of water, was brought and
presented to the governor who tasted decorously, and then passed it to
the sachem, who seizing both handles carried it to his mouth and drank
with an air of stern determination, as one who would not allow personal
distaste to interfere with public obligations. The cup was then passed
to the other guests, and replenished more than once until all had
tasted, Squanto remarking to his next neighbor as he handed him the

"It is the witch water to make a man brave that I have told you of
drinking in the house of Slaney in the land of these Englishmen."

"Hugh! It is like the sun in summer," muttered the neighbor passing it
on in his turn.

"John Howland!" whispered a low voice at the unglazed window near which
the young man stood, and as he leaned hastily out he nearly bumped heads
with pretty Elizabeth Tilley, who laughing said,--

"Nay, 't is no such great alarm, but Priscilla bade me tell thee to keep
an eye upon the governor's loving-cup, lest some of these wild men steal

"Nay, they have no pockets to hide it in," replied John laughing. "Still
I will have an eye to it, for we have none so much silverware in the
colony that we should be willing to spare it."

The ceremony of welcome over, the business of the meeting began, and
Massasoit, albeit a little incommoded by his strange potation, showed
himself both dignified and friendly in his intentions. Carver on his
side was as honorable as he was shrewd, and in the course of an hour the
first American International Treaty was harmoniously concluded, and so
much to the advantage of both sides, that not only was it sacredly
observed in the beginning, but nineteen years later, when Massasoit felt
his own days drawing to a close, he brought his sons, Alexander and
Philip, to Plymouth, where this "Auncient League and Confederacy" was
formally renewed and ratified before the court then in session.

Business over, the sachem produced his pipe, filled it, smoked a little,
and passed it to the governor, and in this manner it went round the
assembly, red men and white together each taking a few whiffs, and when
it was empty returning it to Massasoit, who seemed to be custodian of
the tribal stock of tobacco.

Facts are stubborn things and History is sacred, and the scene just
described is in all its details simple matter of History, but is it not
a singular irony of fate that we who spend our lives in a crusade
against strong drink and tobacco must, nevertheless, despair of rivaling
the virtues of these men, who began their solemn covenant with the
savages they had come to Christianize, by giving them gin, and ended it
by accepting from them tobacco?

After the Council came a feast of the simple dainties furnished by the
Pilgrim commissariat, and after that an informal mingling of the two
companies, during which the Indians examined and essayed to sound the
trumpet whose notes had so startled them, although the fife had seemed
to them only the older brother of the whistles they so often made of
willow twigs.

Before Massasoit took leave he requested that Winslow might remain while
Quadequina came to view the wonders of the white man's village, and this
favor being good-naturedly conceded, the prince, as our Englishmen
called him, soon arrived with a fresh troop of followers, all of whom
expected and received both meat, drink, and attention. But as the sun
was setting Winslow appeared on the other side of the brook, and the
savages were hastily dismissed, except Squanto and Samoset, both of
whom insisted upon staying, not only for the night, but declared that
they were ready to leave their own people and remain with the white men,
whose way of life they so much approved, and to whom they could be of
much use in many ways. Squanto in especial pleaded that this place was
his own home, and that he had only left it for the village of the
Nausets whence Hunt had stolen him, because all his people were dead of
the plague, and he was afraid of their ghosts. His wigwam had once stood
as he declared at the head of the King's Highway, and the Town Brook was
his stewpond for the fish on which he mostly fed. Altogether it was
quite evident that Squanto was rather the host than the guest of the
Pilgrims, and as such they with grave jest and solemn fun consented to
accept him. As for Samoset, he already had helped himself to the freedom
of the town, and these two, with Hobomok, the especial retainer of
Standish, remained the faithful and useful friends of the white men
until death divided them.



"Ho Jack! Where's thy master?"

"In heaven, Master Jones, or mayhap thou meanest King James, who by last
accounts was in London."

"I crave thy pardon, worshipful Master Alden!" and the shipmaster bowed
in ludicrous parody of reverence. "I would fain know where thy servant
Carver, and thine other retainers, Winslow, and Standish, and Allerton,
and the dominie may be."

"'T is a large question, Master Jones, for I do not keep them in my
pocket as a general thing, and they are just now about their own
business. Might I ask thine?"

"Were I not in such haste 't would be to cudgel some manners into thy
big carcase, Master Insolent; but come now, prythee be a good lad and
bring me to the governor, the captain, and the elder, for time and tide
are pressing, and I would fain be gone."

"In that direction our fancies pull together rarely, and if thou 'lt
find a seat in the Common house I'll see if I can come upon the

With an inarticulate growl the master of the Mayflower did as he was
bid, and by the time goodwife Billington had cleared and wiped the
benches and table, the men he had requested to see, along with Winslow,
Allerton, Bradford, and Doctor Fuller, came in together, for the hour
was just past noon, and the people collected for dinner had not yet

"Good-morrow, Captain Jones," said Carver courteously; "John Alden tells
me thou wouldst have speech of all of us together."

"Yes, Master Governor, and glad am I that peevish boy did my errand so
largely, for what I have to say concerns every man, ay, and woman and
child, in your settlement."

"In truth! And what may it be, Master Jones? Sit you down, and goodwife
Billington set on some beer for our guest."

"Well thought on, and I'll not forget to send you another can or so
before I sail."

"Is the sailing day fixed as yet?"

"To-morrow's flood will see me off, wind and weather permitting."

"And God willing," sternly interposed the elder; but Jones fixing his
twinkling eyes upon Brewster's face over the edge of the pewter pot
covering the lower half of his face answered scoffingly as he set the
flagon down,--

"If as you say God guides the wind and weather, reverend sir, fair
weather speaks His willingness for me to sail, doth it not?"

"Sith thy time is so short, Jones, mayhap thou 'lt spare it, and tell
thine errand at once," interposed Standish sharply, and Jones turned
upon him with a leer.

"So cock-a-hoop still, my little Captain! Hard work and starving do not
cool thy temper, do they? But hold, man, hold. 'T is indeed true that I
am scant for time and mine errand is just this: Ye have been good
friends and true to me when I was in need, with my men half down and
half ready to mutiny, and your women have well-nigh brought me to
believe in saints and angels and such like gear, and so I am come to
offer such of you as will take it, a free passage home, if the men will
help to handle the ship and the women cook, and nurse such as may be
ailing. Or if you choose to give up the emprize and load in your stuff
and yourselves as ye were before, I'll take the stuff for passage money
and trust Master Carver's word for the rest."

The Pilgrims paused on their reply, and man looked at man, each reading
his own thought in the other's eyes. Then Carver spoke in grave

"Brethren, ye have heard Master Jones's proffer, and I doubt not ye
agree with me that it is kindly and generously spoken and meant. What
say ye to it man by man? Elder Brewster?"

"I say, Cursed be he who having put his hand to the plough turneth

"And Master Allerton?"

"I will abide the decision of the rest."

"And Master Winslow?"

"I and mine remain here."

"And thou, Captain Standish?"

"Our trumpeter has not been taught to sound the retreat."

"And Bradford?"

"I fain would stay here."

"And thou, Doctor?"

"I' faith I see better hope of practice here than in the old countries.
I'll stay."

"And I have come here to live and to die," said Carver in conclusion.
"So you see good Master Jones, that while kindly grateful for your offer
and your heartiness, we cannot accept the first, but will requite the
last with equal good will."

"Ay, I want your good will, and perhaps you'll give me a prayer or two
just for luck, dominie?"

"Surely we will pray for thee, Master Jones," replied Brewster with fine
reticence of tone.

"But before we say more, brethren," resumed the governor, "we must not
forget that, as the master hath said, this question concerns every man,
woman, and child in the colony; and while we would not send unprotected
women or children upon a long voyage with such a crew as man the

"Nay, they're not psalm singers," muttered Jones half exultant half

--"every man in the company has a right to decide for himself and those
belonging to him," calmly concluded the governor, "and I will ask our
captain, as equal in authority to myself, to bid the attendance of every
man over twenty years old in the company, here at once."

"It shall be done, Governor," replied Standish rising, and ten minutes
later a dozen or so more of men comprising all that were left alive of
the Pilgrim Fathers crowded into the Common house and stood attentive
while Carver briefly but distinctly conveyed to them Master Jones's

"Ye understand, brethren," said he in conclusion, "that any one of you,
or all of you are free to accept this offer without reproach. We seven
men, to whom the message first was conveyed, have for ourselves refused
it, but our will is not binding upon you or any of you. Master Hopkins,
Master Warren, Cooke, Soule, Eaton, Howland, Alden, Gilbert Winslow,
Browne, Dotey, and Lister, Billington, Goodman, Gardner, I call upon
each of you to answer in turn, will you and those belonging to you
return to England in the Mayflower, or will you abide here and trust in
God to sustain us in the undertaking we have entered upon in His name.
Master Warren and Master Hopkins will you declare your wishes?"

"I have no desire but to stay, and I have writ to my wife to come to me
and bring our five daughters," said Warren without hesitation, and
Hopkins gruffly added his sentence,--

"I am no idle maid with a yea-say and a nay-say. I am here with all
belonging to me, and here I abide."

And so in effect said every man there, each gently questioned by Carver,
and each speaking his mind without fear or force, until at the end the
governor turned to the grim old sea-dog who stood looking incredulously
on, and with a cheek tinged by honorable pride declared,--

"We thank you, friend, for your kindly invitation to take passage with
you for our old home, but not one among us will give up the hope of our
new home. Not one having set hand to the plough will turn back!"

"Not one?" asked the master looking slowly around.

"Not one," replied the elder exultantly; and like the breaking of a
great wave upon the Rock a score of deep-throated voices echoed back the


The next morning broke clear and lovely, and with the sun rose a
southwest wind, best of all winds for those who would extricate
themselves from the somewhat tyrannous triple embrace of Plymouth Beach,
The Gurnet, and Manomet. Directly after breakfast the Pilgrims' pinnace
went out manned by half the men of the colony, some carrying a last
letter, some a little additional package of furs or curiosities for
those at home, some only to say good-by and take a last look at the
dingy quarters that had been their home for so many months. Captain
Jones, hearty and hospitable in these last hours, had provided what he
called a snack, and both beer and strong waters were freely set out upon
the cabin table, nor did even the Elder refuse to do him right in a
parting glass of Nantz.

"Had I known you for such good fellows when first we joined company
there had never been ill-will between us," said the master of the
Mayflower. "But at least we will drown it now."

"It is drowned deep as Pharaoh's host in the Red Sea," responded Myles
heartily, and the elder cried Amen.

An hour or so later, as the pinnace slowly beat back to her moorings, a
group of women followed by some stragglers of the other sex climbed the
hill and seated themselves about the Fort to watch the departure of the
Mayflower. Priscilla and Mary Chilton as usual were close together, and
Desire Minter seated herself beside them saying wearily,--

"Would I were a man!"

"Thou a man my Desirée!" exclaimed Priscilla turning upon her eyes
sparkling with fun, although a suspicious red lingered around the lids.
"Wouldst woo me for thy wife?"

"Thou 'rt ever looking for every man to woo thee, but I'd have thee know
there's one man, and his house not so far away, that's as near wooing me
as thee."

"Oh cruel, cruel Desirée to wound my fond hopes so savagely," began
Priscilla; but Mary ever more practical than humorous interrupted

"Why dost want to be a man, Desire?"

"Because we women were not asked would we accept Master Jones's
hospitality and go home, and so I had no chance to say 'Ay and thank y'

"Would you have so said Desirée?" asked Priscilla serious in a minute.

"Why sure I would," replied the girl pettishly. "Why should any of us
want to stay? There's plenty of hard work and plenty of prayers I grant
you, and when you have said that you've said all. No decent housen, no
butcher's meat, or milk, or garden stuff, or so much as a huckster's
shop where one might cheapen a ribbon or a stay-lace--what is there here
to live for?"

"Naught for thee, my poor Desirée, I'm afraid," said Priscilla almost
tenderly. "And I wish thou couldst go home, but a maid may not venture
herself alone."

"I know she may not, and I tried to make my cousin Carver think as I do,
that so she might persuade the Governor to go, but wow! at the first
word she fell upon me with such a storm of words"--

"Sweet Mistress Carver storm!" cried the two girls derisively, and
Priscilla added more gravely,--

"I can fancy what she tried to make thee feel, Desirée; but thou couldst
not feel it, and mayhap most young maids like us could not, but thou
seest Mary and I are different; our fathers and our mothers came hither
with their lives in their hands to do a work, and we came to help them.
Well, the lives were paid down and the work was not done, so we who
remain, simple maids though we be, are in a manner bound to carry on
that work, and not let them have died quite in vain. And their graves
are here."

Mary Chilton bowed her head upon her knees, and for a moment there was a
great silence, then Desire said querulously,--

"Well, but what is there for me to do?"

"Come home and help me cook the dinner!" cried Priscilla jumping to her
feet, while practical Mary added, "And I dare say some man will marry
thee, Desire, and thou mayest have children."

"I! I'll marry no man here--save one!" protested Desire tossing her head
and rising more slowly.

"Save one! Now is that happy he named John Howland?" asked a merry voice
at her elbow, and Desire with a start and a laugh exclaimed,--

"Fie on thee, John, to take a poor maid at her word so shortly."

"Thou shouldst not shout thy resolves into a man's ear didst not thou
want him to hear them," replied John carelessly, and forgot the idle
words which were to bear an ill and unexpected crop for him at no
distant date.



"Bradford thou wast bred to the land wast not?" demanded Hopkins
bursting into the house where William Bradford, ill and crippled with
rheumatism in his "huckle-bone" or hip-joint, sat beside the fire
reading an old Latin copy of the Georgics.

"Bred to the land? Well, my forbears were husbandmen, and the uncle who
cared for me as an orphan boy was a yeoman, but as I had some estate and
not very rugged health, they aye left me alone with my books in my young
days. But why?"

"Didst thou ever hear then, or didst thou ever read in thy books, of
planting fish along with corn?"

"Nay. Didst thou?"

"That is what I am coming at. A lot of the men are talking with this
Squanto about the place and time and manner of setting corn. Naturally
the poor brute knoweth somewhat of the place and its customs, seeing
that he hath always lived here, and still it irks me to see a salvage
giving lessons to his white masters. He saith too that corn is to be
planted when the oak leaves are as large as a mouse's ear. Such rotten

"But doth he aver that his people were used to plant fish with the

"Ay, and he went down to the brook yester even and set some manner of
snare, and this morning hath taken a peck or so of little fish, for all
the world like a Dutch herring only bigger, and of these he says two
must go into every hill of the corn, that is, this corn of theirs, for
of wheat or rye or barley he knoweth nothing."

"By way of enrichment, I suppose."

"Ay, for in his gibberish he saith that corn hath been raised hereabout
again and again, and now the land is hungry. Ha, ha, man, fancy the
salvage calling the dead earth hungry, as if it were alive."

"Our dear mother Earth dead, sayst thou!" exclaimed Bradford smiling
dreamily and glancing at his Virgil. "Nay, man, she is the vigorous
fecund mother of all outward life, and when she dieth, the end of all
things hath come."

"A pest on thy dreaming and thy bookish phantasies!" roared Hopkins
kicking the smouldering log upon the hearth until a river of sparks
flowed up and out of the wide chimney. "Dost thou agree to putting fish
to decay amid the corn we are to eat by and by?"

"We are not to live by what we plant, but by what we reap, friend
Hopkins," replied Bradford still smiling in the inscrutable fashion of a
man who pursues his own train of thought far down beneath his surface

"Dost thou agree to the herring?" roared Hopkins smiting the table with
his brawny fist.

"Why yes, Hopkins, if it needs that I give my sanction. It striketh my
fancy that the man who hath raised and eaten his bread on this spot for
some thirty years is like to know better how to do it than we who have
just come. But what matter as to my opinion?"

"Oh ay, I did not tell it as I should, but the governor sent me out of
the field to ask thee, knowing that thou wast yeoman born."

"Then I pray thee tell the Governor that in my poor mind it were well to
follow the native customs in these matters at least for the first. I
would that I could get a-field and do my share of the work."

"Thou 'rt as well off here. 'T is woundy hot on that hill-side. I've
known July cooler than this April."

"And still my rheumatism hugs the fire," said Bradford taking up the
tongs and readjusting the scattered logs, while bustling Dame Hopkins
hung her dinner-pot upon the crane in the farthest corner, and began a
clatter of tongue before which her husband fled apace.

That night when the men came home from the field all spoke of the
unusual and exhaustive heat of the weather, for it was now one of those
periods of unseasonable sultriness which from time to time afflict our
spring season, as on April 19, 1775, when the wheat stood high enough
above ground to bend before the breeze, and the British soldiers fell
down beside the road, overcome by heat in their rapid flight from the
"embattled farmers" of Concord and Lexington. But the next morning rose
even sultrier and more debilitating, and Mistress Katharine Carver
following her husband to the door laid a hand upon his shoulder

"Go not a-field to-day, John. It is even more cruelly hot than
yesterday, and thou art overborne with toil already. Stay with me, I
pray thee."

"Nay, Kate, I were indeed unfit for the leader of the brethren could I
send them forth to labor that I counted too heavy for myself. Let me go,
sweetheart, and if thou wilt, say a prayer that I faint not by the way."

"That will I truly, and yet"--

The rest died on her lips for he was gone, yet for a few minutes longer
she stood watching the tall figure as it disappeared up the hill path
and listening to the murmur of a spinning-wheel in Elder Brewster's
house, fitfully accompanied by a blithe tune lilted now and again by the

"Priscilla is early at her work," thought the dame. "I would I might
sing and spin like that!" and with a little sigh she leaned her head
against the door-post and closed her eyes; a sweet, pale face, colorless
and pure as an Easter lily, and eyes whose blueness seemed to show
through the weary lids with their deep golden fringe. A fair woman, a
lovely woman, delicately bred, for her father was one of those English
bishops whose authority her husband and his friends so resolutely
denied, and both she and her sister, Pastor Robinson's wife, had "lain
in the lilies and fed on the roses of life" until love led them to
ardent sympathy with the Separatist movement, and they had wed with two
of its most powerful leaders, while their brother, Roger White, became
one himself.

"From heat to heat the day increased," and Katharine Carver lay faint
and exhausted upon a settle drawn close beside the open door, when a
strange sound of both assured and stumbling feet drew near, and as she
started up it was to meet John Howland, half leading, half supporting
her husband, whose face, deeply flushed, lay upon the other's shoulder.

"Be not over startled, dear lady!" exclaimed Howland. "The governor
findeth himself a little overborne by the heat, and hath come"--

"John! Dear heart, what is it! Nay, try not to speak! Here, good John
Howland, help me to lay him upon the bed--there then, dear one"--

"Fret not thyself, Kate, 't is but a pain in my head--ah--'t is shrewd
enough, but it will pass--there, there, good wife, fret not thyself!"

"John Howland, wilt thou find Surgeon Fuller, and mayhap Dame Brewster,
but no more. I will wring a napkin out of fair water and lay to his
head, for it burneth like fire."

"Ay, it burneth like fire," muttered the sick man wearily moving the
poor head from side to side, and Katharine left alone dropped for one
moment upon her knees and raised streaming eyes and clasped hands to
Heaven, then rose, and when the Doctor and gentle Mary Brewster entered
she stood white and calm at her husband's head.

"Ay, ay, he hath sunstroke," muttered the surgeon, laying a hand upon
the patient's forehead, "and no wonder, for it is shrewdly hot to-day,
and he toiling away like any Hodge of them all. I must let him blood.
Canst get me a basin and a bandage, Mistress?"

"I will fetch them, Katharine. Sit you down." And the Elder's wife
slipped out of the door and back again before even impatient Doctor
Fuller could wonder where she was.

An hour later Carver arousing from the stupor that was growing upon him,
asked to see William Bradford, who at once hobbled in from the
neighboring house, although himself hardly able to sit up.

"It grieves me to find thee in such evil case, brother," said he
painfully seating himself beside the sick man's pillow.

"Thy sorrows will last longer than mine, Will. I must set my house in
order so far as I have time. Dost mind, Bradford, what I said to thee
and Winslow and Standish, the time I saw ye standing upon the great rock
in yon island before we landed in this place?"

"Yes, dear friend, I do remember."

"Well, 't was borne in upon me then, that I was only to look upon the
Promised Land, and then for my sins to die, and that thou wert the
Joshua who should conquer our Canaan and make the people to dwell safely
therein. Thou shalt be their governor, Bradford, and--their servant."

"As thou hast ever been! Chief of all because the helper of all."

"Send for Winslow and Standish and the elder. I cannot long command my
senses, and fain would speak--nay, 't was but a passing pang. Send for
them, and meanwhile call John Howland and Kate, my wife. I must

Again the stupor crept over him, but steadily fighting it off, and
holding his consciousness in the grasp of a strong man's will, he again
opened his eyes as his wife, so pale, so still, so self-controlled,
leaned over him and laid her cool fingers upon his brow.

"Ay, sweetheart, 't is thy touch. I could tell it among a hundred. Dear,
wilt thou go home to thy father's house? He'll have thee, now thy poor
'Brownist' is gone. Or wilt thou go to thy sister Robinson? She will be
fain to have thee."

"'Whither thou goest I will go,' my husband."

"Say you so, Dame? Ay, thou wast ever of a high heart, and a brave.
Mayhap our Lord will be merciful to both of us,--but His will be done.
Thou 'lt be submissive to thy God, Kate, as thou hast ever been to thy

"Ay, dear, my lord, I will try to do thy bidding even thus far."

"Ah, Kate, Kate, thou hast never failed in all our happy wedded
life--fail not now--promise--promise"--

"Dear love, I promise to bow myself in all loving submission to
whatsoever our God shall send."

"Ay, that is right, that is well, that is mine own noble Kate. And
Howland, I leave her to thy care--be a brother, a leal and true
friend--thou knowest what that word means--I can no more--my senses

"It needs no more, dear master, dear friend, if I may call my master

"My friend," murmured Carver.

"Then I do pledge my word as a God-fearing man, that from this moment
the first care, the chiefest duty of my life shall be to serve and
shield and comfort my dear lady so far as God gives me power. I will be
her servant, her brother, her friend, in all ways, and under all
comings, and so help me God, as I shall keep this my promise."

"Thou dost comfort my soul, even as it enters upon the valley of the
shadow. Stand ye two aside and bring in my brethren."

Howland quietly opened the door, and the three who had stood grouped
against the golden sky on that December evening on Clarke's Island
silently entered the room and stood around the bed, where in the awful
hush that clings about the last hour their chief lay half unconscious
and yet able to rally his energies for one more mighty effort.

"Brethren, I go--God remaineth--His blessing be upon you, and all His
Israel here.--Forgive my shortcomings--forgive if I have offended any,
knowing or unknowing"--

"Thou hast ever been our best and dearest earthly friend--pardon thou
us, dear saint!" murmured Winslow.

--"And if ye will follow my counsel, make William Bradford your
Governor--and set aside all jealousy, all heart burning--Winslow dost

"Ay, friend, I promise right heartily."


"Ay, Governor."

"Good-by--I can no more--Elder, say a prayer--yet cease before I die"--

And with a long, quivering sigh as of one who relinquishes his grasp of
a burden too mighty for his strength, the first Governor of Plymouth
Colony went to render an account of his stewardship.



"Methinks our governor should not be buried with as little ceremony as
we perforce have showed our meanest servant," said Captain Standish
gloomily to Elder Brewster the evening of Carver's death. "You
Separatists despise the ministering of the Church, but what have ye set
in its place?"

"We clothe not the coffins of the dead with the filthy rags of Popery,
and we pray not for the souls of them whom God hath taken into His own
hand, for that were of the sins of presumption against which David doth
specially pray, but yet,"--and the Elder's face softened, "I am of your
mind, Captain, that we should honor our chief magistrate in the last
service we can render him, and although by his own wish I ceased to pray
for him ere the last breath was sped, and will never again pray for him
or any parted soul, I well approve of such military honors as we are
able to pay to his memory, and I will carry my musket with the rest, and
fire it as you shall direct."

"Why, that's more than ever I would have looked for, Elder," exclaimed
Standish in amaze. "But since you so proffer, I gladly accept your aid
and countenance, and by your leave, since as yet we have no governor in
place of him who is gone, I will order the funeral by mine own ideas."

"As a military man?"

"Surely. I claim no spiritual powers," and with a curious expression of
content and disapproval upon his face the captain went away to so
arrange and order his plan, that at sunrise on the third day a guard of
twelve men, including the elder, presented themselves at the house of
mourning, and receiving the coffin upon the crossed barrels of their
muskets carried it along the brow of the hill to the grave newly opened
amid the springing wheat.

Mistress Carver had made but one request, and that of piteous

"See that they make his grave where another may be dug close beside,"
pleaded she, and John Howland had seen that it was as she desired.

Earth to earth was reverently and silently laid, the grave was covered
in, and then, at the captain's signal, the twelve muskets were fired in
relays of four, and their mournful echo mingled with the sobbing dirge
of the waves breaking upon the Pilgrim Rock, while the dense column of
smoke rising grandly to heaven was the only monument then or ever
erected to John Carver, that willing martyr and gallant gentleman who
had indeed "given his life for the brethren."

Returning to the Common house the Guard of Honor joined with the rest of
the townsmen in a Council, whereat they elected William Bradford to be
their second Governor, and as he now lay ill in his bed, Isaac Allerton
was chosen to be his Assistant and mouthpiece.

Bradford, neither over elated nor daunted by his new dignities, accepted
the nomination, and with few and brief intervals retained it until his
own death some four-and-thirty years later, and nobly and faithfully
did he perform its duties.

About a week after Carver's funeral the new governor, now convalescent,
received a visit from Edward Winslow, who sought him with the formal
request that he as chief magistrate of the colony would perform the
marriage ceremony between him and Susanna, widow of William White.

For the Separatists during their sojourn in Holland had accepted the
creed of that nation of traders, and held with them that marriage is
merely a civil contract, requiring a magistrate to secure the proper
amount of goods to each party, and make sure that neither defrauded the
other. As for the sacramental blessing of the Church, said the Dutchman
and the Separatist, it costs money and bestows none, and priests are
ever dangerous associates, so we'll none of them or their craft.

Apart from this view of the matter however, the civil authority was the
only one available in this case, since Pastor Robinson had been detained
in Leyden with the rest of his flock, and Elder Brewster had no
authority except to preach.

"It will be my first essay at such an office, Winslow, and I know not
precisely how to go about it," replied Bradford smilingly when his
friend had somewhat formally declared his errand.

"But you were yourself wed that way," replied the bridegroom
impatiently. "For me, my first wife held to her early teaching in that
particular, and would be married in a church and by a minister."

"Yes, I was wed by a magistrate in Amsterdam," replied Bradford
reluctantly; "but the old Dutchman did so mumble and mouth his words
that I gathered not the sense of half. Likely it is, however, Master
Carver hath left some Manual for such occasion. He was warned or ever he
left England that he was like to be our Governor for longer than the

"Doubtless, then, he had some such office-book. Shall I bid John Howland
search for it?" asked Winslow.

"Nay, the widow hath already sent me a box of papers and some little
books, which she said should be the governor's. I have not yet searched
them, but I will do so before I sleep. What day have you set for your
wedding, Winslow?"

"Why, we would not seem to fail in respect to our dear departed brother,
and would leave a clear fortnight between his funeral and our wedding;
so an' it please you we will set the marriage for Thursday of next

"And at what hour?"

"At even when all may rest from their labor it seemeth best. After
supper we will be ready."

"Wilt come to me or I to thee?"

"The dame saith she would fain be wed in her new home. It is just
finished to-day, and such gear as we have will be carried thither

"I mind me that Mistress White hath a fair cradle of her own," suggested
Bradford dryly.

"Ay. Peregrine lieth in it now."

"May it never stand idle. I will come to thy new house then on Thursday
of next week, after supper."

As Winslow departed, Desire Minter met him on the threshold, and with a
hasty reverence asked,--

"Is the governor within, and can I see him?"

"Ay, lass, he is within, and I know not why thou shouldst not see him.
Knock and enter."

And Bradford still languid from his late illness raised his head from
the back of his chair with a patient smile as the knock was immediately
followed by Desire's broad and comely face.

"Can your worship grant me a few moments if it please your honor?"

"Nay, Desire, it needs not so much ceremony to speak to William
Bradford. What wouldst thou?"

"Well, worshipful sir, 't is a little advice. Your honor sees that I am
a poor lonely lass, bereft now of even my cousin Carver's husband"--

"Nay, my girl, our late governor was more than 'even my cousin's
husband.' Pay honor to him rather than to me."

"Ay, but he is dead and cannot help me, and thou art alive."

"'And better a live dog than a dead lion,'" murmured Bradford looking
sorrowfully at the girl whose selfish cunning was not keen enough to
disguise itself.


"Why, I fain would know your honor's judgment upon my marriage."

"Thou marry! And who is the man?"

"Why, there now is the question, sir? Captain Standish hath showed me
that he fain would ask me to wife, did not Priscilla Molines woo him so

"Peace, child! How dare one Christian woman speak thus of another!"

"But 't is so, your worship; 't is so, indeed, and how can I gainsay
it?" whimpered the girl. "She as good as asked him when we were sick
together in the hospital, and she wrought upon her father to ask him,
and what could he do between them, and still he would rather have had me
to wife, and I would have not said him nay."

"Well, and what can I do about it?"

"Bid Priscilla give him up, your honor, and bid him speak out to me, and
quickly, for else John Howland will have me to wife."

"Ah, and hath Howland also asked thee?"

"Yes, your honor, he asked me as the Mayflower was sailing out of the
harbor, and I told my cousin Carver, and she says it will be an ease to
her mind to leave me with so good a man to my husband, but for me I had
rather have the Captain."

"And thou callest upon me to straighten this coil, and marry thee to
whichever man will have thee, eh?"

"Yes, your honor."

"Thou 'rt a simple lass, and knowst not half thou sayest. Go now, and I
will send for thee in a day or two. But see thou keep a quiet tongue.
Say not one word so much as to the rushes, or thou shalt have no husband
at all. Mind that!"

"Oh, I'll not speak, I'll not forget, trust me to do all your honor's
bidding," cried the girl joyfully, and Bradford gazing at her in
compassionate wonder rejoined,--

"Well, go now, and remember. Stay, send me one of the lads, no matter
which. The first one thou seest."

And when Giles Hopkins presently appeared he sent him to crave the
presence of Captain Standish when he should have finished his noon-meat.
The Captain came at once, and after a few friendly words the governor
calmly inquired,--

"Dost wish to wed with Desire Minter, Myles?"

"Desire Minter! Has thy fever come back and turned thy brain, Bradford?"

"Nay, but wilt thou wed with her?"

"Not if there was no other woman upon earth. Dost catch my meaning,

"Ay, I fear me that I do."

"Fearest! Why, dost thou desire so monstrous a sacrifice to the common
weal, as Winslow words it? If the wench must be wed there are men enow
who are not of thy nearest friends, Bradford. And, besides, thou knowest
I am to marry Priscilla Molines, and now I think on 't, 't is time to
arrange it. I did but wait for the brig to be gone, but then the
governor's death put all thought of marriage gear out of my head."

"Oh ay, I mind me now that thou didst speak of Priscilla. Hast ever
spoken to her?"

"Not I. I have no skill in such matters, nor time, nor thought. I'll
write her a cartel, I mean a letter of proposals"--

"But can she read? Not many of our women are so deeply learned."

"I know not, I hope not. The only woman I ever cared to speak to of love
could do no more than sign her name and 't was enough."

"Well, then, settle it thine own way, only let it be soon, for I fain
would see thee with a home and children about thy hearth, old friend."

"Ay, I suppose 't is a duty,--a man who hath given all beside, may well
give his own way into the bargain. I'll marry before your new old love
can reach here, Governor."

"Nay, when thou sayest 'Governor,' I note that thou art ill pleased with
somewhat, Myles. Is it with me?"

"Nay, Will, 't is with thy words."

And laughing in his own grim way the Captain left the house, and strode
up the hill to solace his spirit by examining and petting his big guns.

That same evening Bradford walked painfully across the little space
dividing Hopkins's house from that where Katharine Carver sat alone
beside the little fire still comfortable to an invalid, and after some
conversation said,--

"Dame, hast any plan for marrying thy kinswoman Desire Minter to any of
our young fellows?"

"I am glad you have spoken of it, Governor Bradford," replied the widow
eagerly. "For it is a matter largely in my thoughts. I do not think I am
to tarry very long behind my dear lord,--nay, do not speak of that I
beseech you, kind sir,--but it hath dwelt painfully on my mind that the
poor silly maid would be left alone, and none so ill-fitted to care for
herself have I ever seen. But she tells me that John Howland hath spoken
to her, and she is not ill inclined to him. Would not it be approved of
your judgment, Governor?"

"Ay, if in truth both parties desire it, dame. Suppose we have Howland
in before us now, and ask him his will? Thou canst deal with the maid

"He is just without, cleaving some fuel for this fire, if your
excellency will please to call him."

"I will, but first, Dame, let me beg thee, of our old friendship, of the
love I bore thy husband and he to me, treat me not with such cruel
formality. True it is that his honors have fallen upon me, and that his
place knoweth him no more; and yet it is his spirit, his counsel, and
his ensample that rules my poor actions at every turn. Be not jealous,
be not resentful, mistress, though well I wot so loving and so faithful
a heart as thine cannot well escape such weakness, for 't is part of
woman's nature. But canst not be a little mindful of thine old friend's
feelings too, and soften somewhat of this stately ceremony in speaking
to him?"

"Yes, he loved thee, he loved thee well, and he would have chidden me"--

"Nay, nay, weep not, Dame Katharine. I did not mean to grieve thee but
only to tell how I was grieved; but then, we men are still too clumsy to
meddle with women's tender natures. Be what thou wilt, speak as thou
wilt to me dear Dame, I am and ever shall be thy faithful friend and

He went out as he spoke, and when a few moments later Howland and he
returned together the lady had resumed her usual quietude of manner.

"Sit thee down, John. Mistress Carver and I have somewhat to ask of
thee. Art thou minded to wed?"

"Not while my mistress needeth my service."

"Mayhap 't will further her comfort, John."

"Is it thy wish, Dame?" and the young man turned so eager a face toward
her, and spoke so brightly, that a smile stirred the widow's pale lips
as she replied,--

"'T is plain enough that 't is thy wish, John, and it will wonderfully
content my conscience in the matter of bringing Desire Minter away from
the home she had, poor though it then seemed."

"Desire Minter!" echoed Howland.

"Why yes, she told me how you spoke to her the day the Mayflower sailed,
and she modestly avows that she is well content to be thy wife."


"What is it, Howland? Speak out, man," interposed Bradford with
authority. "Thou seemest dazed."

"Why, truth to tell, sir, and my dear Dame, I thought not of Desire as
my wife"--

"Didst thou not speak to her of marriage?"

"Surely not,--or--there was some idle jest between us, I mind not what,
and I never thought on 't again."

"But she did, thou seest," said the Governor sternly. "Thou knowest how
'idle jesting that is not convenient' is condemned in Holy Writ, and now
is the saying proven. The maid believed thee in earnest, and hath set
her mind upon thee"--

But of a sudden Bradford remembering Desire's plainly expressed
preference for the Captain, if he might be had, paused abruptly, and
Dame Carver took up the word,--

"It would much comfort my mind, John, if thou wouldst consent to this
thing. The maiden's future is a fardel upon my shoulders now, and they
are not over strong. 'T is a good wench, John, if not over brilliant."

"Say no more, dame, say no more. If it will be a pleasure and a comfort
to thee, it is enough."

"But hast thou any other choice, John? Wouldst thou have chosen
Priscilla, like thy friend Alden?"

"Nay, Dame."

"But thou hast something in thy mind, good John. Tell it out, I pray

"Well, then, to speak all my mind, Mistress, there is no maid among us
so fair in my eyes, and so sweet, and pure, and true, as Elizabeth
Tilley, and I had"--

"Why, she is scarce turned sixteen, dear boy," exclaimed the widow.

"I had thought to wait a year or two for her," faltered Howland, but
Bradford interposed,--

"Nay, nay, John, we cannot have our sturdy men waiting for little maids
to grow up. There are boys enow coming on for them, and as for thee, why
man, thou 'rt five-and-twenty, art not?"

"Seven-and-twenty, sir. But all this is beside the matter. If my dear
mistress asks me to marry Desire Minter as a comfort to her, I will do
it to-day."

"I thank thee heartily, John." And in the affectionate glance and smile
his lily-like dame turned upon him Howland felt more than repaid for his

"And yet," continued she, "I will not let thee marry to-day, nor for a
year. But if thou wilt call thyself betrothed to her, and promise me on
thy faith to deal truly by her, and at the year's end marry her if you
both are still so minded, I will be content. I shall leave her in thy
care, even as he who is gone left me in thy care, and a good and
faithful guardian hast thou been, dear friend."

"I pledged my life to him that I would do my best, and now I pledge it
in your hands, my honored mistress and dear lady, that I will so deal
with this maid as shall most pleasure you."

And so John Howland and Desire Minter were formally betrothed; and
before the month of May was gone the wheat upon the hill-side was again
disturbed as John Carver's wife came to lay herself down to rest close
beside him in sweet content.

"They tell of broken hearts," said Surgeon Fuller musing above that
double grave; "and were I asked to name Dame Katharine's complaint I
know no name for it but that."



"Thou liest foully, Edward Dotey! Thou liest even as Ananias and
Sapphira lied."

"Liest, thou son of Belial! 'T is thou that liest, and art a cock-a-hoop
braggart into the bargain, Master Edward Lister! Tell me that our
master's daughter gave thee that kerchief"--

"If thou couldst read, I'd show thee 'Constance Hopkins' fairly wrought
upon it by the young mistress's own hand."

"Then thou stolest it, and I will straight to our master and tell him
on 't!"

"Hi, hi, my springalds! what meaneth all this vaporing and noise? What's
amiss, Lister?"

"It matters not what's amiss John Billington. Pass on and attend to
thine own affairs."

"Lister's afraid to tell that he carrieth stolen goods in his doublet
and lies about them into the bargain," sneered Edward Dotey.

"I lie do I, thou base-born coward! Lie thou there, then!"

And Edward Lister with one generous buffet stretched his opponent upon
the pile of firewood they had been hewing a little way from the town.

Billington who had wandered in that direction with his gun upon his
shoulder looking for game, helped the fallen man to his feet and
officiously fingered a bruise rising upon his cheek.

"Hi! Hi! But here's a coil! He's wounded thee sorely, Dotey! I'm witness
that he assaulted thee, with intent to kill like enough. Canst stand?"

"Let me go, let me at him, leave go of my arm John Billington! I'll soon
show thee"--

"Nay Ned," interposed Lister, as Billington with a malignant grin upon
his face half hindered, half permitted Dotey's struggles to free himself
from the poacher's sinewy arms. "Nay, man, I meant not to draw e'en so
much blood as trickles down thy cheek"--

"He meant to draw it by the bucketful and not in drops," interpreted
Billington. "And now he tries to crawl off. Take thy knife to him, man;
nay, get ye both your swords and hack away at each other until we see
which is the better bird. 'T is long since I saw a main"--

"Ay, we'll fight it out, Lister, and see which is the better man in the
matter you wot of." And Dotey, who was furiously jealous lest his fellow
retainer should have made more progress in the regard of Constance
Hopkins than himself, nodded meaningly toward him, while Billington
watched both with Mephistophilean glee.

"Agreed," replied Lister more coolly. "Although thou knowest private
quarrels are forbidden by the Captain."

"Hah! Thou 'rt afraid of our peppery little Captain!" cried Billington.
"Some day thou 'lt see me take him between thumb and finger and crack
him like a flea if he mells too much with me."

"I heard thee flout at his command t' other day, and I heard him tell
thee the next time thou didst so let loose thy tongue, he'd take order
with thee," exclaimed Lister hotly, and Billington snapping his fingers
contemptuously retorted,--

"'T is no use, Dotey. Lister's afraid of thee and will not fight. 'T is
a good boy, but not over-brave."

"Stay you here, you two, till I can go and come, and we will see who is
the coward!" retorted Lister furiously, and before either could reply he
sped away in the direction of the village.

"'T is like a bull-fight," cried Billington with a coarse laugh. "The
creature is hard to wake, but when he hath darts enough quivering in his
hide he rouses up and showeth rare sport. Now let us find a fair, smooth
field for our sword play. 'T is not so easy in this wild land."

"I know not why our captain should forbid the duello; 't is ever the way
of gentles to settle their disputes at the point of the sword," said
Dotey musingly.

"Ay, and in this place we all are gentles, or all simples, I know not
which," added Billington. "Certes, one man should here count as good as
another, and 't is often in my mind to say so, and to cry, Down with
governors, and captains, and elders"--

"Nay, nay, such talk smacks too strong of treason to suit my ear,"
exclaimed Dotey, who was, after all, an honest, well-meaning young
fellow, a little carried away just now by jealousy and by the
intoxicating air of liberty and freedom, but by no means to the extent
of joining or desiring a revolt against the appointed powers of Church
or State.

"Well, here is Lister, and with not only swords but daggers if I can see
aright. Ay, that's a good lad, that's a brave lad, Lister! There's no
craven in thy skin, is there, and I shrewdly nip mine own tongue for so
calling thee. Come now, my merry men, let me place you fairly, each with
his shoulder to the sun, each planted firmly on sound footing. There
then, that is as well as may be, and well enow. Come, one, two, three,
and lay on!"

But careful as Lister had been in securing and bringing away his
weapons, he had not escaped the scrutiny of two bright eyes hidden
behind the curtain dividing the nook where Constance Hopkins and her
sister Damaris slept, from the main room of the dwelling, and no sooner
had the young man left the house than Constance hastily followed, and
running lightly up the hill to where the Captain with John Alden at his
side was roofing in an addition to his half-built house she cried,--

"Captain Standish, I fear me there's mischief afoot with Edward Dotey
and Edward Lister!"

"Ay? And what makes thee think so, my lass?" asked Standish peering down
from his coign of vantage. "Where are they?"

"My father sent them afield this morning to rive and pile firewood, but
a few minutes agone Edward Lister came creeping into the house and up to
the loft where they two and Bartholomew sleep, and I who was below heard
the clank of steel, and peeping saw that he brought down two swords and
had stuck two daggers in his belt"--

"Aha! Swords and daggers, my young masters!" exclaimed the Captain,
hastily descending the ladder beside which Constance stood. "John, drop
thy hammer and take thy piece; nay, take a good stick in hand, and we
will soon bring these springalds to order. Whereaway are they, girl?"

"That-a-way, sir; nay, see you not Lister's cap bob up and down as he
runneth behind yon bushes?"

"Ay, lass, thou hast a sharp eye. Go home and rest content--thou 'rt a
wise and good child."

Ten minutes later the captain and his follower plunging through the
underwood fringing Watson's Hill heard the clash of steel upon steel and
a coarse voice crying,--

"Well played, Dotey! Nay, 't is naught but a scratch--don't give over
for that, Lister; up and at him again, boy! Get thy revenge on him!"

"That knave Billington!" growled Standish: "I could have sworn he was in
it! Here you! Stop that! Drop your blades, men! Drop them!"

Lister and Dotey, nothing loth, for both were wounded, obeyed the
summons, and staggering back from each other stood leaning upon their
swords and panting desperately, while Billington dexterously stepping
backward behind an elder bush made his way forest-ward with a stealthy
footstep, and a shrewd use of cover, suggestive of his former calling.

"And now what meaneth this, ye young fools!" sternly demanded Standish.
"Are ye aping the sins of your betters and claiming the rights of the
duello? Rights say I! Nay, 't is forbidden to any man in this colony,
and ye know it well, ha?"

"Yea, Captain, we knew 't was forbidden, but we had a quarrel"--

"And why if ye must fight did ye take to deadly weapons? Have ye not a
pair of fists apiece, or if that could not content ye, are there not
single-sticks enow in these woods? I've a mind to take my ramrod in hand
and show ye the virtue of a good stick, but I promise you that if not I,
some other shall give you a lesson you'll not forget. Come, march!"

"I'm shrewdly slashed in the leg, Captain," expostulated Dotey; "and
fear me I cannot walk."

"Ay? Sit down, then, and let me see. Thou 'st a sore wound in thy
leather breeches, but--ay, there's a scratch beneath, but naught to
hinder your moving. Here, I'll plaster it up in a twinkling."

And from the pocket of his doublet the old soldier produced a case
containing some of the most essential requisites of surgery, and with a
deftness and delicacy of touch, surprising to one who had not seen him
beside a sick-bed, he soon had the wound safe and comfortable.

"There, man, thou 'rt fit to walk from here to Cape Cod. Many a mile
have I marched with a worse wound than that, and no better than a rag or
at best my belt bound round it. Now you sirrah! Hast a scratch, too?"

For reply Lister silently held out a hand whence the blood dripped
freely from a cut across the palm.

"Tried to grasp 't other fool's dagger in thy naked hand, eh?" coolly
remarked the Captain as he cut a strip of plaster to fit the wound. "Now
the next time take my counsel and catch it in the leathern sleeve of thy
jerkin. Better wound a dead calf than a live one."

"Next time, sayst he!" commented Dotey in a mock aside to his companion.
"So we were not so far astray this time."

"Next time thou meetest a dagger, I should have said," retorted the
Captain with his grimmest smile. "I never said ye were not to fight, for
I trow ye'll have chance enough at that before I'm done with ye; but
when a handful of men are set as we are to garrison a little post on the
frontier of a savage country, for one to fall afoul of another and to
risk two lives out of a dozen for some senseless feud of their own is to
my mind little short of treason to the government they've sworn to
defend. Now then, march! Alden, give Dotey thy arm to lean upon if he
needs it. Forward!"

That night Dotey and Lister slept in two rooms under guard, and the next
morning the freemen of the colony were convened in the Common house to
judge their case. With them Billington was also summoned, although
neither Dotey nor Lister had betrayed his complicity.

Accused of deliberate assault upon each other with deadly weapons both
men humbly pleaded guilty and expressed their penitence, but to this
Bradford gravely replied,--

"Glad are we to know that ye are penitent, and resolved upon amendment,
but ne'er the less we cannot therefore omit some signal punishment both
to make a serious impression upon your own memories, and to advertise to
all other evil-doers that we bear not the sword of justice in vain.
Brethren, I pray you speak your minds. What ought to be done to these
would-be murderers?"

"In the army they would have earned a flogging," remarked the captain
sitting at the governor's right hand.

"Perhaps solitary confinement with fasting would subdue the angry heat
of their blood most effectually," said the elder at Bradford's other

"Had we a pillory or a pair of stocks I would advise that public
disgrace," said Winslow; and Allerton suggested,--

"They might be fined for the benefit of the public purse."

"If the Governor will leave them to me I'll promise to trounce them
well, and after, to set them extra tasks for a month or so," offered
Hopkins; and Alden murmured to Howland,--

"Allerton is treasurer of the public purse, and Hopkins will profit by
the extra labor, mark you!"

"What is thy counsel, Surgeon Fuller?" inquired Bradford, and the
whimsical doctor replied,--

"I once saw two fellows in a little village of Sussex lying upon the
stones of the market-place, tied neck and heels, and methinks I never
have heard such ingenious profanity as those men were yelling each at
his unseen comrade. I asked the publican where I baited my horse the
cause of so strange a spectacle, and he said this was their manner of
disciplining brawlers in the ale-house. They were to lie there
four-and-twenty hours without bite or sup, and so I left them. Methinks
it were a suitable discipline in this case, but I may fairly hope the
profanity of those unenlightened rustics will give place with our erring
brethren to sighs of penitence and sorrow."

"What think you, brethren, of our good surgeon's suggestion?" asked
Bradford, restraining the smile tempting the corners of his mouth. "It
approves itself to me as a fair sentence. Will those who are so minded
raise their right hands?"

The larger number of right hands rose in the air, and the sentence was
pronounced that so soon as the doctor assured the authorities that the
wounded men would take no harm from the exposure, the duelists, bound
neck and heels, should be laid at the meeting of the four roads, there
to remain four-and-twenty hours without food or water, and until that
time each was to remain locked in a separate chamber.

"And now John Billington," continued Bradford sternly, as the younger
men were removed, "how hast thou to defend thyself from the charge of
blood guiltiness in stirring up strife between these two?"

"Nay, your worship, it was their own quarrel," replied Billington
hardily. "I did but chance to pass and saw them at it, and so tarried a
moment to see fair play."

"And to hound them on at each other, as if it were a bull-baiting for
thine own amusement," interposed Standish in a contemptuous tone. "Nay,
lie not about it, man! I heard thee, and saw thee!"

"Surely, Billington," resumed the governor, "thou hast not so soon
forgotten how thou wast convened before us some weeks since, charged
with insolence and disobedience to our captain, and with seditious
speech anent the government. We did then speak of some such punishment
as this for thee, but thy outcry of penitence and promise of amendment,
coupled with the shame of chastising thee in sight of thine own wife and
sons, was so great that we forgave thee, the more that Captain Standish
passed over the affront to himself; but now we see that the penitence
was but feigned, and the amendment a thing of naught, and much I fear
me, John Billington, that an' thou amend not thy ways, harsher
discipline than we would willingly inflict will be thy portion in time
to come."

The governor spoke with more than usual solemnity fixing upon the
offender a gaze severe yet pitiful and reluctant, as one who foresees
for another a fate deserved indeed, and yet too terrible to contemplate.
Perhaps before that astute and reflective mind there rose a vision of
the gallows nine years later to be erected by his own order, whereon
John Billington, deliberate murderer of John Newcomen, should expiate
his crime and open the gloomy record of capital punishment in New

At the present moment, however, the offender slunk away with his
reproof, and the meeting proceeded to consider other matters, for, while
the new government felt itself competent to deal with matters of life
and death, it also found no matter too trifling for its attention.

Four days later Edward Dotey and Edward Lister, their wounds comfortably
healed, were brought out into the market place as in fond reminiscence
of home the Pilgrims called what is now the Town Square of Plymouth, and
each offender was solemnly tied neck and heels together,--an attitude at
once ignominious and painful.

The governor, with Allerton his assistant, the captain, the elder,
Winslow, Hopkins, and Warren stood formally arrayed to witness the
execution of the sentence, which Billington was forced to carry out. The
less important members of the community surrounded the scene, and from
amid the fluctuating crowd murmurs of amaze, of pity, of approval, or
the reverse became from time to time audible.

"Nay, then, 't is a shame to see Christian men so served, and they so
scarce a commodity in these parts," declared Helen Billington to her
neighbor Mistress Hopkins, who nippingly replied,--

"Mayhap we've mistook the men we've put in power."

"Ay," returned the coarser malcontent. "They passed by thy goodman, and
put worse men over his head."

"Master Hopkins careth naught for such honors as these have to bestow.
His name was made or ever he came hither," replied Elizabeth a little
coldly as she moved away.

"Glad am I to see that thy goodman leaveth the cord as slack as may be,
Goody Billington," whispered Lois, late maid to Mistress Carver, but now
the promised second wife of Francis Eaton, who stood beside her, and
overhearing the whisper said reprovingly,--

"Nay, wench, thou speakest foolishly. If evil-doers are to go unwhipt of
justice how long shall this colony endure. See you not that if these
roysterers had each killed the other, there had been two men the less to
stand between your silly throats and the hatchets of the salvages?"

"Ay, there's sound sense in that, Francis," replied Lois yielding
admiringly to the superior wisdom of her betrothed, but Helen Billington
nodding and blinking, muttered to her boy John, as she leaned upon his

"Wait but till dark, when all the wiseacres are asleep, and see if thy
daddy sets not these men free, ay, and puts weapons in their hands like
enough, to revenge themselves withal."

The offenders bound, and laid each upon his side on the bare ground, the
court withdrew and the crowd dispersed. But scarce an hour had passed
ere Hopkins presented himself before the governor and his assistant, at
work over the colony's records, those precious first minutes, now
forever lost, and with an elaborately quiet and restrained demeanor

"Master Bradford, yon poor knaves of mine are suffering shrewdly from
cramps and shooting pains as well as from the ache of their scarce
healed wounds. They promise in sad sincerity to amend their ways, and
when all is said, they are good and kindly lads, and did but ape the
fashions of their betters in the Old World. May not I persuade your
worship to look over their offense for this time, and to remit their
pains and penalties as soon as may be?"

"Thou sayest they are penitent, good Master Hopkins?" asked Bradford

"Ay, and to my mind honestly so."

"We will speak with them, Master Allerton, and if the captain and the
elder agree with me, Master Hopkins, thy petition is granted, for indeed
it is to me more pain to make another suffer than to suffer myself, even
as a father feels the rod upon his own heart the while he lays it on his
son's back."

"And yet the warning that to spare the rod will spoil the child applies
to the children of the State as well as to the household," remarked
Allerton, whose lively son Bartholomew could have testified to his
father's strict obedience to Solomon's precept.

The chiefs of the colony were soon reassembled about the grotesque
figures of the suffering duelists, and with their approval, the governor
having demanded and received ample professions of contrition, and
promises of amendment, ordered Billington to release the prisoners, who
shamefacedly crept away to their master's house, and thus ended the
first and for many years the only duel fought upon New England soil.



It was a lovely evening in June, and, the labors of the day being ended,
while the hour for nightly devotion had not yet come, Plymouth enjoyed
an hour of rest.

Seven houses now lined The Street, leading from the Rock to the Fort,
and of these the highest on the northerly side was that of Captain
Standish, built so near to the Fort indeed, that John Alden, if so idly
minded to amuse himself, could easily salute each gun of the little
battery with a pebble upon its nose. He was in fact thus occupied on
this especial evening, while the captain sitting upon a bench beside the
cottage door smoked a pipe wondrously carved from a block of chalcedony
by some "Ancient Arrowmaker" of forgotten fame, and presented to
Standish by his admiring friend Hobomok, who, having silently studied at
his leisure the half dozen principal men among the Pilgrims, had settled
upon Standish as most nearly representing his ideal of combined courage,
wisdom, and endurance, so that he already was beginning to be known as
"the Captain's Indian," just as Squanto was especially Bradford's

"'T is a goodly sight--a sweet and fair country," said the Captain half
aloud, and Alden just pausing to note that his last pebble had gone down
the throat of the saker, turned to inquire,--

"What is it, master?"

For reply the captain took the pipe from his mouth, and with the stem
pointed to Manomet, where mile after mile of fresh young verdure rose
steeply against the rosy eastern sky, while the sun sinking behind what
was to be the Captain's Hill shot a flood of golden glory across the
placid bay cresting each little wave with radiance, and burying itself
at last among the whispering foliage of the mount.

"Saw you ever a fairer sight, lad?"

"Nay, 't is fair as the Hills of Beulah whereof the elder spake last
night," softly replied John.

"And fairer, for we can see it with our eyes of to-day," replied the
captain dryly. The younger man glanced briefly at his master's face, and
failing to read its complex expression, contented himself with a
somewhat uneasy smile as he turned to gaze upon the scene in thoughtful

Standish noting with one of his quick glances his follower's
embarrassment, took counsel with himself, and as he quietly refilled his
pipe said,--

"Mark me well, lad, I mean not to cast aught of discredit on the elder's
teaching, nor to shake any man's faith in Beulahs, or Canaans, or hills
of Paradise, for doubtless Holy Writ gives warrant for such forecasting;
and surely approved masters of strategy, and warfare both offensive and
defensive, like Moses, and David, and Joshua, did not fight for the
guerdon of a fool's bauble, or a May-queen's garland. But yet, mind
thee, John, there are other great soldiers given us as ensamples in that
same Holy Writ who seemed to set no store upon the Beulahs, and cared
naught for milk or honey; men like Gideon, and Samson, and Saul, and
Joab; and still the Lord of Hosts led these men forth, and fought for
them and fended them, so long as they fought for themselves and were
careful to catch the order and obey it. I know not, Jack, these matters
are too mighty for a poor soldier like me to handle understandingly; and
still somehow it seemeth me that this same Lord of Hosts will know how
to deal mercifully even with a rough, war-worn fellow like me, who
repenteth him of his sins and hath freely given himself to do battle in
Christ's name against all Heathenesse, and to stand forth with this
handful of saints against His foes and theirs, and that, although he
cannot clearly see the Hills of Beulah, nor cares for such luscious
cates as suit some stomachs. Dost catch my meaning, boy?"

"Ay, master, and well do I wish my hope of God's favor were as fairly

"Nay now, nay now, did not I this minute tell thee that I care naught
for sweets? Save thy honey for some maiden's lips. Ah, and now I think
on 't, here is a quiet and leisure time wherein to study out the
strategy of that wooing emprise I was telling thee of--nay, did I tell

"Wooing--what--I--I know not fairly," stammered John Alden, but the
captain still gazing upon Hither Manomet, where now the purple bloom of
twilight was replacing the glory of the sunset, marked not the pallor
stealing the red from beneath the brown of the young fellow's cheek, nor
heard the discordant falter of his voice.

"Ay," replied he thoughtfully,--"my wooing of Priscilla Molines, thou
knowest. I thought I spoke to thee of it, but at all odds the time has
now well come when I should address the maid. I ought indeed to have
done it long ago, and mayhap she will be a bit peevish at the delay, for
doubtless her father told her ere he died of our compact, but there has
been no convenient season, and truth to tell, Jack, I have no great
heart toward the matter--yon green plateau lies betwixt me and"--

And in the sudden silence John Alden's gaze went out over the steel gray
waters, out and out to the far horizon line where the rose tint had
faded from the sky and a low line of fog gathered slowly and sadly.

"I'll tell thee, boy," suddenly resumed the captain rising from the
bench and confronting his companion, while lightly touching his breast
with the mouthpiece of the pipe upon whose cold ashes John mechanically
fixed his eyes,--"thou shalt woo her for me."

"I--I woo her--nay, master, nay"--

"And why nay, thou foolish boy? 'T will be rare practice for thee
against some of these lasses grow up, and thou wouldst fain go a-wooing
on thine own account. Nay, then, can it be that a young fellow who would
gayly go forth against Goliath of Gath were he in these parts is craven
before the bright eyes and nimble tongue of a little maid? Dost think
Priscilla will box thine ears?"

"Nay, but"--

"Nay me no buts and but me no nays, for the scheme tickles my fancy
hugely, and so it shall be. Thou seest, Jack, it were more than a little
awkward for me to show reason why I have not spoken sooner, and the fair
lady's angry dignity will be appeased by seeing that I stand in awe of
her, and woo her as princesses are wooed, by proxy. Thou shalt be my
proxy, Jack, and see thou serve me not so scurvy a trick as--ha, here
cometh the governor."

And, in effect, Bradford striding up the hill with all the vigor of his
one-and-thirty years was already so close at hand as to save John Alden
the pain of a reply.

"Good e'en, Governor," cried Standish going a step or two to meet his

"Good e'en, Captain,--Alden. There's more trouble toward about the

"What now?" demanded the captain with a stern brevity auguring ill for
the frequent offender.

"Nay, 't is no willful offense this time, nor is the father to blame
except for not training his boys better; but the son John hath run away
to go to the salvages his brother says, and the mother saith he is
stolen, and whichever way it may be, he has been missing since yester
even at bedtime, and now we have to go and look him up."

"'Ill bird of an ill egg,'" growled Standish. "Mayhap 't were better not
to find him."

"And yet we must," replied Bradford gently. "And as Squanto reports that
the boy shaped his course for Manomet, my idea is that it were well for
us to take our boat and coast along the headland and so on in the course
we came at first, observing the shore, and noting such points as may be
of use in the future. Mayhap we shall come as far as the First
Encounter, and make out whether those salvages whom Squanto calls the
Nausets are still so dangerously disposed toward us. At any rate we will
try to discover our creditors for the seed-corn springing so greenly
over yonder."

"Pity that Winslow hath gone to Sowams to visit Massasoit," remarked the
captain dryly. "We shall miss his subtle wit in these delicate affairs
of state."

"Yes, and if it comes to blows we shall miss no less Stephen Hopkins's
doughty arm," replied Bradford. "But sith both are gone, we had better
leave the Elder in charge of the settlement along with Master Allerton,
John Howland, who is a stout man-at-arms, John Alden, Gilbert Winslow,
Dotey, and Cooke."

"Seven men in all."

"Yes, and with Winslow and Hopkins away, that leaves ten of us to go on
this expedition, and I shall take Lister lest he brawl with Dotey, and
Billington not only that he is the boy's father, but lest he raise a
sedition in the camp."

"Well thought on. I tell thee thou hast a head-piece of thine own, Will,
though thou art so mild spoken."

Bradford laughed with a glance of affectionate recognition of the
soldier's compliment, and then the two arranged the details of the
proposed expedition, while Alden standing straight and still as a statue
watched the gloom of night blotting all the color from sky, and sea, and
shore, even as the fog crept stealthily in swallowing all before it, and
a great dumb wave of sorrow and dismay surged up from his own heart, and
swallowed all the brightness of his life.

Suddenly from the Town Square at the foot of the hill rose the sound of
a drum not inartistically touched, and both the governor and the captain
rose to their feet.

"Bart Allerton hath learned to use the drumsticks as if he had served
with us in Flanders," said the soldier complacently, as they turned down
the little sinuous footpath.

"Yes," replied the governor gravely. "He does credit to thy teaching,
Captain, and yet methinks there may be danger that a vain delight in
his own performance may cause the lad, and haply others, to forget that
this, for lack of a bell, is our call to prayer. Couldst thou find it in
thy heart, Myles, to direct that in future the drum shall sound but
three heavy and unmodulated beats?"

"Oh ay, if it will please thee better, Will. Didst ever read of the
tyrant Procrustes?"

"What of him?"

"Only that he would force all men to fit to one measure, though he
dragged the life out of them. Dost fancy the God to whom we shall
presently pray is better pleased with a dreary noise than with some hint
at melody? Alden, come on, lad, 't is time for prayers, and thy woesome
face suits the occasion. What's amiss, lad?"

"Naught's amiss, master," replied the youth more briefly than his wont,
and with a sudden spring from a projecting bowlder he passed the two
elder men and arrived first at the Common house.

"That younker's face and voice are not so blithe as might be. Hast been
chiding him, Myles?" asked Bradford as they followed down the hill.

"Nay," replied the captain. "But like enough he's thwarted at missing
the chance of a brush with the redskins to-morrow, and 't is a pity."

"Nay, Myles, look not so pensive on 't," responded the governor
laughing. "There are men, believe it if you can, who love the smell of
roses better than of blood. To my fancy John Alden--but there, light
jesting is surely ill befitting the hour of prayer."



Further information gathered by Squanto and Hobomok from the Indian
guests who were constantly in and out of the village proved that John
Billington had wandered as far as Manomet, and that Canacum, the sachem
of that place, had sent him on with some Nauset braves who were visiting
him, as a present or perhaps hostage to Aspinet, chief of the Nausets
and Pamets. The course of the rescuing party was thus determined, and,
apart from the recovery of little Billington, Bradford was glad of the
opportunity of offering payment to the Nausets for the corn borrowed
from the mysterious granary near the First Encounter, and also much
desired to hear an explanation of the grave containing the bones of the
French sailor and little child.

It was, therefore, with considerable satisfaction that he next morning
led his little party to the water side, and embarked them just as the
sun rising joyously from out the blue, blue sea, sent a handful of merry
shafts to tip each wave with glory and glance in harmless flame from
every point of armor or of weapon in the pinnace, as the crew moved
every man to his appointed place, the captain pushing sturdily with an
oar while John Alden, half in, half out the water, heaved mightily at
the bows hanging at the foot of the Rock.

"Once more! Now again! There she floats!" cried the captain. "One more
shove, John! There, there, enough! Fare thee well, lad, and mind the
business I bade thee take in hand!"

"Ay, master," replied the youth, but as he stepped upon the Rock, and
shook the waters from his mighty limbs, he heaved a sigh so ponderous
that surely it helped to fill the mainsail now curving grandly to the
gathering breeze.

But the summer day ripened to noon, and waned until the sun all but
touched the crest of Captain's Hill, before the young man gave over the
work at which he had labored like a Titan all day long, and going down
to the brook at a point where the captain and he had dug a semicircular
basin and paved it about with white sea-pebbles by way of a lavatory, he
made his toilet, chiefly by throwing the clear cool water in bucketfuls
over his head and neck, and then rubbing himself with a coarse towel
until the crisp hair curled vivaciously, and the fair skin glowed out
from under its coat of sunbrown in strong relief to the white teeth and
blue eyes that made the face so comely in its strength.

A little brushing of the dark doublet and leathern small-clothes, the
low russet boots and knitted hose that completed his costume, and the
unwilling envoy strolled down the hill to Elder Brewster's cottage and
paused unseen and unheard outside the open door. It was the quiet time
in the afternoon when the rougher labors of the day were ended, and the
housewife might rest herself with the more delicate tasks of spinning,
knitting, or needlework, for it was in these, "the good old days" we all
so plaintively lament, that the distich--

    "Man may work from sun to sun
     But woman's work is never done"--

originated, and was something more than a bitter jest.

In the elder's busy household all the women were using this hour for
their own refreshment. Mistress Brewster was lying upon her bed, Mary
Chilton had taken her knitting and gone to sit awhile with Desire Minter
and Elizabeth Tilley, and Priscilla drawing her quaintly carved
spinning-wheel into the middle of the room so that she could look out of
the window giving upon the brook and distant Manomet, was spinning some
exquisitely fine linen thread, with which she purposed to weave cambric
delicate enough for kerchiefs and caps. As she spun, she sang as the
birds sing, that is from the heart, and not from the score; and now it
was a blithe chanson brought by her mother from her French home, and now
it was a snatch of some Dutch folks-lied or some Flemish drinking-song,
and again the rude melody of an old Huguenot hymn, the half devout, half
defiant invocation of men who prayed with naked swords in their hands.
But suddenly into the sonorous strains of Luther's Hymn broke the joyous
trill of a linnet's song, and the bird alighting upon a neighboring
poplar seemed challenging the unseen songster to a trial of skill. The
stately hymn broke off in a little burst of laughter; and then accepting
the challenge, the girl took up the linnet's strain in an unworded song,
sweeter, richer, more full of joy, and love, and sunshine than his own,
until the little fellow with an angry chirp and flirt of the wings flew
onward to the forest where he knew no such unequal contest awaited him.

"Well done, maid!" exclaimed Alden stepping in at the open door. "Thou
hast so outsung the bird that he hath flown."

"Nay, methinks he flew because he saw an owl abroad, and owls are ever
grewsome neighbors to poor little songsters," replied Priscilla dryly,
and, pressing the treadle swiftly she drew out her cobweb thread with
such earnest care that she could not look up at the tall and comely
guest who awkwardly stood awaiting some more hospitable greeting.
Receiving none, he presently subsided upon a stool hard by the
spinning-wheel, and after watching its steady whirl for some moments

"What a fine thread thou drawest, Priscilla."

"'T is hardly stout enough to hang a man, and yet stout enough for my
purposes, good John."

"Wilt weave it on Master Allerton's loom when 't is done?"

"Mayhap I'll weave it on a pillow into lace, as the maids in fair
Holland are used to do."

"Dost know their art?"

"Ay. Jeanne De la Noye to whom I writ a letter by thy hand, John, she
taught me, and I overpassed my teacher ere I was done. What thinkst
thou, John, would be said or done should I weave some ells of spanwide
lace and trim my Sunday kirtle therewith? Mistress White, nay, Mistress
Winslow that is now, would rend it away with her own fingers."

"And yet Master Winslow weareth cambric ruffs on occasion, and his dame
hath a paduasoy kirtle and mantle, and so had Mistress Carver, and some
others of our company."

"Marry come up! How wise the lad hath grown! Hast been pondering women's
clothes instead of the books the Captain gives thee to study, John?"

A change passed over the young man's face. The careless allusion had
recalled his errand, and moreover linked itself with a memory Priscilla
had willfully evoked. He was silent for a moment, and then pushing his
seat a little farther from the wheel he quietly said,--

"Well do I like thy merry mood, Priscilla, and care not though thou
flout me ever so sharply, but mine errand to-day is somewhat of
importance, and I pray thee to listen seriously."

"Nay, good lad, waste not such solemnities on me. 'T will be Sunday in
three days, and thou canst take the elder's place, and let him learn of
thee how soberly and seriously to exhort a sinner."

"Priscilla, wilt thou be serious?"

"As death, John. What is it?"

"I writ a letter for thee to thy friend Jeanne De la Noye"--

"'T is a sad truth, John."

"And methought there was in it some word that pointed to--to"--

"Yes; good youth, that pointed to--to--and what then?"

"That pointed to some contract, or mayhap naught more than some

"If 't was a word that pointed to any understanding of thee and thy
stammerings, John Alden, I pray thee speak it without more ado. Say out
what is in thy mind if indeed there is aught there."

"Well then, art thou promised to Jacques De la Noye, and is he coming
here to wed thee?"

The rich color of Priscilla's cheek deepened to crimson and the slender
thread in her hand snapped sharply, but in an instant she recovered
herself, and deftly joining the thread exclaimed.--

"See now what mischief thy folly hath wrought! Of a truth there's no
call to complain of blindness in thy speech now, Master Alden. But
still I have noted that if thou canst drive a bashful youth out of his
bashfulness, there are no bounds to his forwardness."

"Loth were I to offend thee, Priscilla, and that thou knowest right
well, but I fain would have an answer to my query. If 't is a secret,
thou knowest I will keep it."

"Nay, I'll keep it myself, and not trouble thee with what proved too
burdensome for myself."

"But Priscilla, I am sent to thee with a proffer of marriage, and if
thou 'rt already bespoke 't is not fitting that thou shouldst hear it."

"Thou 'rt sent, John Alden!" exclaimed the girl dropping the thread, and
pressing her foot upon the treadle until it creaked. "Who sent thee?"

"Captain Standish."

"Sent thee! Was it too much honor to a poor maid for him to do his own

"Nay, be not angered, Priscilla, although he feared thou wouldst be."

"Ah, he did fear it, did he. Then why did he do it?"

"Why, he feared that thou wert angry already, and he would have thee
know he stood in terror, and dared not present himself"--

"John Alden, art thou and thy master joined in league to flout and
insult me, an orphaned maid? If thou hast an errand from Captain
Standish to me, say it out in as few words as may be, or I will never
speak word to thee again."

Perhaps the sight of that suddenly pallid face, those blazing eyes and
brave scornful mouth, steadied the young man's nerves, as cowards in the
camp have been known to become heroes in the field; at any rate his
brow cleared, his voice grew assured, and rising to his feet with a
certain solemnity he said,--

"Thou 'rt right, Priscilla, and I have done sore discredit thus far to
the honorable master on whose errand I come. Captain Standish, as no
doubt thou knowest, spake with thy father before he died of a marriage
in time to come between him and thee"--

"Nay, I knew it not, nor am bound by any such speech," interposed
Priscilla hastily; but Alden continued unmoved,--

"Captain Standish took it that thou didst know, and feared that thou
hadst felt his silence to be some want of eagerness"--

"Ay, I see! He feared that I was angered that he had not wooed me across
his wife's and my father's graves, and so thrust thee forward to bear
the first outburst of my fury! 'T was kindly thought on if not
over-valiant, and 't is an honorable, a noble office for thee, John, who
hast at odd times thrown me a soft word thyself."

"Oh maiden, maiden, wilt thou trample to death the poor heart that thou
knowest is all thine own! I 'throw thee a soft word now and again'! Why,
thou knowest but too well how I hang like a beggar on thy footsteps to
catch even a careless word that thou mayst fling to me! Thou knowest
that I love thee, maid, as blind men love sight, and dying men water,

"_Then why don't you speak for yourself, John?_" demanded Priscilla
quietly, and a dainty smile softened the proud curve of her lips, and a
gleam of tenderness quenched the fire of her eyes; but John, his eyes
fixed upon the ground, saw it not.

"Ah Priscilla, 't is not kind to try me thus!" cried he. "Sure thou hast
triumphed often enough in despising my humble suit, without wounding me
afresh to-day, and when I fain would rally my poor wits to honorably
fulfill the embassage that brings me here. Sith I may not hope to call
thee mine, maiden, I could better bear to see thee the wife of the noble
soldier whom I serve than of any other man, be he Fleming or Dutchman or
what not, so that thou art not promised."

"Go on, then, and say thy knight's message most worthy squire, and let
us make an end on 't."

"Thou knowest the captain for thyself, Priscilla, but mayhap thou
knowest not that he cometh of noble lineage, a race that hath borne
coat-armor since Norman William led them across the Channel"--

"Didst not bring some heraldic tree or chart to dazzle mine eyes
withal?" inquired Priscilla, mockingly; but the ambassador, determined
not again to be turned from his purpose, went on,--

"Among his ancestors are men of noble deeds and proud achievements who
have carried the name of Standish of Standish in the forefront of
battle, and in King's Councils, and have ranked among the princes of the
idolatrous Church to which they still cling; but among them all,
Priscilla, hath never risen a braver, or a nobler, or a more honorable
man than he who woos thee"--

"Did he bid thee say all that also?"

"Nay, Priscilla, there's a time for all things, and I must feel it
unworthy of thy womanhood to so perversely jeer and flout at a good
man's love, when 't is honestly offered thee."

"Nor would I, John. But I have heard naught of any love offered me by
Myles Standish. Thou hast offered in his name some coat-armor, and a
long lineage, and courage both ancestral and of his own person,
and--what else? I forget, but surely there was no love among these
commodities. Didst drop it by the way, or did the captain forget to send
it, John?"

"Mayhap, he kept it back to give it thee by word of mouth, Priscilla,
and if he did, it is a treasure even thou shouldst not despise, for
never did I see a nature at once so brave, so strong, and so tender.
Thou knowest how sorely ill I was six weeks or so by-gone, and none did
a hand's turn for me but the captain, nor needed to, for never was nurse
so delicate of touch, so unwearied, so cheerful, and so full of device
as he. No woman ever equaled him in those matters where we long for
woman's tendance, and yet never a soldier played the man more valiantly
where man's work was in hand. Ah Priscilla, 't is a heart of gold, a man
among ten thousand, a tower of strength in danger, and a tender
comforter in suffering that is offered thee--be wise beyond thy years,
and answer him comfortably."

"And hast thou done, John? Hast said all thy say?"

"Ay, maid."

"Then clear thy memory of it all, and make room for the answer I will
give thee."

"And let it be a gentle one, Priscilla."

"Oh, thou knowest how to dress an unwelcome message in comely phrase
better than any man of mine acquaintance, unless it be Master Winslow,"
retorted Priscilla bitterly. "So try thy skill on simple NO, for 't is
all I have to say."

"But Priscilla, but maiden, bethink thee--be not so shrewd of tongue"--

"Nay, wilt have my reasons, Master Envoy? Well then, I care not for a
man who cares not to do his own wooing. I care not for a man so well
assured that I will be held by what he avers is my dead father's
bidding, that he can let weeks and months roll by or ever he finds time
to convince himself of the matter. I care naught for coat-armor, nor for
pedigree, I, whose forbears were honest bourgeoisie of Lyons who
scrupled not to give up all for conscience sake, while this man is
neither Papist like his kinsfolk, nor Independent like these he lives
among. And I care not for a red beard, nor for widowers, nor for men old
enough to be my sire"--

"Nay, he is but six-and-thirty, maiden."

"And I am naught-and-twenty, and I am a-weary of thy chat, John Alden,
and I fain would be alone, so I wish thee good e'en--and a keener wit."

"But Priscilla," gasped the poor fellow as the wheel was pushed so
suddenly aside that he had to spring out of its way, while its mistress
whirled past him and up the clumsy stair leading to her nook in the loft
of the cabin.

"But Priscilla!" came back in wrathful mimicry from the head of the
stair, and while Alden still stood bewildered, in at the open door
flocked Mary Chilton, and Desire, and Elizabeth, their girlish laughter
bubbling over at some girlish jest, and with a muttered greeting Alden
stalked through their midst and was gone.

"He came looking for Priscilla, and is grumly at not finding her,"
whispered Elizabeth Tilley; but Mary Chilton with a wise nod replied, as
one who knows,--

"Did he but know it, she's not ill inclined to him when all is said.
Unless I sore mistake she'll say yea next time he asks her."



"A fair and goodly day!" exclaimed Standish ever sensitive to the
aspects of nature, although never allowing himself to be mastered by any
extremity of weather.

"Ay," replied Bradford. "And yet methinks that cloud rising over Manomet
hath a stormy look."

"Let us once weather the Gurnet's Nose, and a south wind will not harm
us," ventured Billington, whose out-of-door prowlings had at least made
him weatherwise.

"Ay, if south wind is all that it means," said Doctor Fuller gravely.
"But to my mind yon cloud is of no common kind. It minds me shrewdly of
those whirlwind or cyclone clouds that used to fright us in the China
Seas when I sailed them as a lad."

"Say you so, Surgeon!" replied Bradford looking uneasily at the cloud
rapidly rising and enlarging in the southern horizon. "Be ready with the
sheets, Peter Browne and Cooke, and Francis Eaton had best stand with
Latham at the helm."

"Look! Look you there! 'T is a waterspout!" cried Fuller, pointing
excitedly at the cloud, which, driven on with furious force by an upper
current of wind unfelt below, was now bellying in a marked and abnormal
fashion, while from the lowest point of the convexity appeared a spiral
column of dense vapor rapidly elongating itself toward the sea whose
waters assumed a black and sullen aspect, disturbed by chopping counter
currents of short waves, which gradually, as the waterspout neared them,
fell into its rotary motion, rising at the centre of the whirlpool into
a column of foaming water, a liquid stalagmite climbing to meet the
stalactite bending to it from above.

"If we had but a heavy gun!" cried Warren. "They say to hit the
waterspout in the centre where it joins the other from below will
disperse it."

"Knocks the wind out of it," explained Billington.

"But we have nothing better than these bird guns," cried Standish
contemptuously touching with his foot the pile of weapons covered with a
tarpaulin lying in the bottom of the boat. "And it drives down upon us
like a charge of horse. Here, let me to the helm."

"There is no way upon the boat, Captain," expostulated Eaton. "No man
can steer without a wind."

"Thou 'rt right, friend," replied the captain gravely, as he felt the
rudder give beneath his hand. "There's naught to do but tarry until
Master Waterspout declareth his pleasure."

"Until God declareth His pleasure," amended Bradford quietly. "Men, let
us pray."

And baring his head the governor poured forth a strong and manful
petition to Him who rideth upon the wings of the wind and reigneth a
King forever over His own creation.

Standish standing upright beside the useless tiller bared his head and
listened reverently, but always with an eye to the waterspout and to the
clouds, and as a deep-throated Amen rose from his comrades he gave the
tiller a shove and joyously cried,--

"A puff, a breath! Enough to steer us past!" And the boat feeling her
helm again careened gently to the little gust of wind out of the west,
and slid away upon her course, while the waterspout, more furious in its
speed at every instant, swept past and out to sea, where it presently
broke and fell with a thunderous explosion.

"Another crowning mercy!" exclaimed Bradford devoutly, and Standish
answered with his reticent smile,--

"Had Master Jones of the Mayflower been here, he would have more than
ever felt 't is better to be friends than foes with prayerful men."

To the waterspout succeeded light and baffling winds so that labor as
they might, it was fully dark when the Pilgrim pinnace entered what is
now Barnstable, then Cummaquid Harbor. Anchoring for safety, they lay
down to get such rest as the position afforded, and woke betimes in the
morning to find themselves high and dry in the centre of the harbor, the
channel encircling them and making up toward the land. Upon the shore as
seen across this channel appeared some savages gathering clams and

Bradford at once dispatched Squanto and Tockamahamon, who had come along
as guides and interpreters, to interview these men and barter for some
of the shellfish, but in a very short time the envoys came splashing
merrily back with an invitation for the white men to land and breakfast
with Janno, the chief of the Mattakees, who was, the fishermen said,
close at hand. They also corroborated the statement that the missing boy
had gone down the Cape with the Nausets, and would be found at Eastham,
Aspinet's headquarters.

"I see no reason for gainsaying such a comfortable proposal," said
Bradford turning with a smile to Standish who cheerily replied,--

"Nor I, so that they leave hostages aboard, and we carry every man his
piece ashore."

"We must e'en wade for it, sith there is neither dry ground for footing
nor water for swimming," suggested Browne stripping off hose and shoon;
but as Bradford and Standish began to follow his example they were
prevented by the Indians, who offered each a back to the two chiefs, at
the same time intimating to the others that if they would but wait all
the company should be similarly accommodated. The doctor accepted, but
Browne and the rest preferred their own legs as a dependence, and the
whole party presently reached shore, where Janno, the handsome and
courteous young chief of the Mattakees, stood with several of his
pnieses or nobles around him ready to receive them. Squanto at once
stood forth as interpreter, and so flowery and mellifluous were the
phrases of welcome that he interpreted, that the captain edging toward
Bradford muttered,--

"I hope Master Warren will look well after the hostages left aboard, for
all this is too sweet to be wholesome. I mistrust treachery, Governor."

"Nay, I mistrust Squanto, Captain," replied Bradford laughing. "The poor
fellow doth glorify himself at some cost to the truth, I fancy."

"Beshrew me but before another month I'll know enough of their jargon to
need no lying interpreter," muttered Standish, and he kept his word.

The Indian breakfast, already nearly ready, proved both toothsome and
plentiful. It consisted of lobsters, clams, and muscles, both cooked and
raw, ears of green maize roasted in the husk, and no-cake, that is to
say, pounded corn mixed with water and baked in the ashes, the germ and
animus of hoe-cake, bannocks, Johnnycake, and all the various forms of
maize-bread so well known throughout our land.

Breakfast over Janno rather timidly inquired if the white chiefs would
permit the visit of an old squaw of his tribe who much desired to see

"Surely if the good woman hath occasion to speak with us," replied
Bradford amiably. "Why doth the chief seem to mistrust our willingness?"

"Squaw no speak to brave in council," explained Squanto with an air of
shocked propriety; but before he could further explain a bowed and
decrepit figure emerged from one of the little huts on the edge of the
woods and slowly approached the white men who stepped forward to meet
her, desiring Squanto to assure her of welcome. Coming so close to the
little group that Standish muttered, "Sure she is minded to salute us,"
the poor old crone peered into the face of one after another of the
white men, then wofully shook her head and began to mutter in her own
tongue with strange gesticulations, but as he heard them Squanto uttered
a shrill cry of terror, and the sachem stepping forward spoke some words
of stern command, before which the old woman humbly bowed and became

"What is it? Would she curse us? What is her grievance? What is her
story?" demanded Bradford half indignantly, and Squanto, after some
conference with the sachem, informed them that this woman, once called
Sunlight-upon-the-Waters, but now known as The-Night-in-Winter, had
been mother of seven tall sons who filled her wigwam with venison,
and shared their corn and tobacco with her; but three of these sons
were among the captives entrapped and sold to slavery by Hunt, and
the other four had perished in the plague brought down upon the red men
by the curse of The-White-Fool who died about the same time; and thus
The-Night-in-Winter, having just cause, hated the white men as she hated
death and the devil, and wished to curse them as The-White-Fool had
cursed her people, but the sachem would not let her, and now she was
doubly bereft of her children, since she might not even avenge them.

"'T is a piteous tale," said Bradford gently when Squanto had finished.
"And we cannot be amazed that this poor heathen mother should thus feel.
There is warrant for it among the classics, Surgeon; Medea and others
were moved in the same fashion. But Squanto, explain to her that we and
all honest white men abhor the course of Master Hunt, and had we found
him at such commerce we would have delivered her sons, and thee too,
Squanto, out of his hands. Tell her our mind is to deal honestly and
Christianly by all men, and here, give her this fair chain, and this
length of red cloth. Tell her that she would do ill to curse us, for we
are friends to her and her people."

"And ask who was The-White-Fool, and what his story," demanded Standish
as Squanto finished rendering the governor's message.

"Squanto know that in himself. Every Pokanoket know that," replied
Squanto, while Janno muttered gloomily in his own tongue,--

"All red men know The-White-Fool's curse. All feel it." So Squanto in
his broken yet picturesque phrases told how "many snows ago" a large
French ship was wrecked farther down the Cape and nearly everything
aboard was lost. Several of her crew, however, came safely ashore and
made a sort of camp with some earthwork defenses on the mouth of the
Pamet River.

"Why men, we saw it, and mused upon the marks of European skill and
training," exclaimed Standish.

"Ay, and the house hard by, and the marvelous grave with the fair-haired
man and infant so curiously embalmed," added Fuller.

"Truly, this is passing strange!" murmured Bradford. "But get on with
thy story, Tisquantum."

The Frenchmen were quiet and peaceable enough, Tisquantum could not but
allow, and yet his people would not permit them to dwell unmolested,
perhaps from some vague fear of ancient prophecy that a pale-faced race
should come from the rising sun and drive the red men into the western
seas; perhaps from some race-hatred lying below the savage's power of
expression; at any rate, as Tisquantum finally declared with a
significant gesture,--

"Sagamore, powahs, pnieses, braves, all men say, It is not good for pale
men with hair like the sunrise to live among the red men whose hair is
like the night. Let them be gone!"

"And what did the red men do about it, Squanto?" asked Standish sternly,
while in his eyes kindled the danger light before which Squanto quailed,
yet sullenly replied,--

"Red man find what you call wolf around his wigwam, red man send arrow
through his head."

"Do you mean, you heathen, that you murdered these helpless, shipwrecked
white men? Murdered them in cold blood?" demanded Standish, seizing
Gideon's hilt and half drawing him from his scabbard.

"Tisquantum not here. Tisquantum not Mattakee, not Nauset; Tisquantum
Patuxet, where white men live," hastily replied Squanto; while Bradford
suggested in a rapid aside, "Best leave go thy sword and restrain thy
wrath, Captain, or we be but dead men. Look at the faces of those men
behind the sachem. Already they finger their tomahawks."

"More like, thy timidity will give the savages courage to fall upon us,
and we shall share the fate of these, who though naught but Frenchmen
were at least white, and wore breeches," retorted Standish angrily. The
color flashed into Bradford's cheek, but after an instant's silence he
quietly replied,--

"Thou knowest well enow, Standish, that my timidity is not for myself
but for these, and yet more for the helpless ones we have left behind. I
trust when it comes to blows, the Governor of Plymouth will be found
where he belongs, next to her fiery Captain."

"Be content, Will, be content. Once more thou 'rt right and I all wrong.
'T is not the first time nor the last, but let us ask in all patience
what these fellows mean with their White-Fool. Sure they have not made
me out so suddenly as this, have they?"

"Nay, Myles, I trow no man but thyself will ever call thee fool, nay,
nor overly white, either!" and glancing at the Captain's bronzed face
lighted once more by its smile of grim humor, Bradford turned to Squanto
and bade him explain in the hearing of both savages and white men the
meaning of this reference, and also the fate of the French mariners cast
ashore at Eastham.

Squanto nothing loth to display his oratory struck an attitude, and with
native eloquence and much gesticulation described, first, the storm
which four years ago had driven the French brig upon the sands; then the
efforts of the mariners to launch their boats, their defeat, and the
breaking up both of boats and brig; then the arrival upon shore of
thirteen men, two of whom died of wounds and exhaustion. The eleven
survivors finding some wreckage upon the beach proceeded the next
morning to build themselves a shelter, and finally erected the cabin and
threw up the earthwork discovered by the Pilgrims in their second

Up to this point the Indians had been content to curiously watch the
proceedings of these interlopers, but finding that they were
establishing themselves permanently, they held a council and resolved
that they should die, partly in atonement for the outrage done to the
red men some two years before by Hunt the kidnapper, and partly from
some vague fear lest the strangers with their superior knowledge and
appliances should conquer and injure the proper owners of the soil.

Not choosing to assault them openly, for the men were brave, alert, and
well armed, the Indians laid in wait around the spring where they must
daily go for water, watched them as they went afield in pursuit of game,
in fact harassed them at every turn, until of the eleven but three were
left alive, and they, so broken in strength, courage, and hope, that
they were easily captured and reduced to slavery. One remained here at
Nauset, and the other two were sent, one to the Massachusetts, the other
to the Namasket tribes, where they were kept as the mock and victims of
the brutal sport of the savages. The one who remained at Nauset was the
best looking, and evidently the most attractive of the three, and from
Squanto's description seemed to have been an officer, and a very
attractive young man. The-White-Birch, sister of Aspinet, chief of the
Nausets, having fixed her regards upon the prisoner, discovered these
peculiarities, and one day when the boys of the village were amusing
themselves with seeing how near they could shoot their blunted arrows to
the prisoner's eyes without putting them out, she stepped forward, and,
Pocahontas-like, announced that she took this man for her husband, and
as such claimed his release from torture. Her demand was complied with,
and the half dead victim unbound and informed of his new honors; but it
was too late--want, misery, and cruelty had done their work, and the
poor fellow's wits had fled. He accepted the tender care and affection
of The-White-Birch as a child might have done, but the joyous gallantry
of the debonair young French officer was a thing of the past, and the
bridegroom had become as completely the child of nature as his bride. He
was adopted into the tribe, and the Indian name given him, in no spirit
of taunt or contempt, but simply as a descriptive appellation, meant

They were married, these two strange lovers, and lived in the cabin
built of ship's planks by The-White-Fool's dead comrades. In due time a
son was born to them, the idol of his mother's heart, and the constant
companion of the father, who seemed to find in the child some link with
his own stray wits; but when the boy was about three years old the poor
exile was seized with a fever, and in his delirium escaping from his
tender nurse stalked naked through the village proclaiming in the native
tongue that the wrath of God hung over this people and this land,
because of the cruel wrong they had done to him and to his comrades; and
he foretold that before seven snows had covered his grave, white men
from over the sea should come like the wildfowl in the spring and settle
down upon the creeks and ponds, and fill the forest with their cry, and
the red men should melt away as the snow melts and their place be no
more seen.

It was really worth something to hear Squanto declaim this wild prophecy
with the shrill voice and fevered gestures of the delirious captive; and
as they caught his meaning the pnieses around Janno stirred in their
places, laid hand upon the tomahawk at each man's girdle, and cast
menacing looks upon the strangers.

"Have a care, Squanto! Say no more on that head, or thou 'lt stir up
strife afresh," muttered Bradford in the interpreter's ear, while
Standish fixed his eyes upon Janno ready to sacrifice him at the first
hostile movement. But the young chief casting a meaning glance around
the circle said quietly,--

"The-White-Birch was of the blood of Aspinet my brother, and
The-White-Fool was her husband."

"Well said, Chief!" exclaimed Standish who had already mastered much of
the Indian language, and in accordance with his late resolve soon became
the most expert interpreter in the colony, while Bradford nodding said,
"Go on, Squanto!"

Little however remained to tell. The ill-starred Frenchman died within a
few hours of his prophecy, and hardly had The-White-Birch laid him in
his honored grave when she was called to bury her little boy, whom the
father had named Louis, along with him. Then she set off alone to find
the comrades of her lost love at Namasket, and Shawmut, that they might
with her lament his death; but whether illness came upon her and she
crept aside to die, or haply some wild creature slew and devoured her,
or in her maze of grief she strayed away and starved in the limitless
woods, none ever knew; she never was heard of again.

"And the other two captives?" inquired Standish.

"The Feast-of-Green-Corn before the last one, Captain Dermer carried
them away in his ship," replied Squanto proud of his English and his

"Ay, ay, and now we understand why these Nauset Indians attacked us at
the First Encounter," said Standish.

"Especially as they had probably watched us stealing their corn," added
Fuller dryly.

"Borrowing, not stealing, Surgeon," retorted Bradford briskly. "And a
part of our errand to the First Encounter is to satisfy our creditor for
the debt. Let us be going."

An hour later the shallop, now riding gayly upon the flood tide, put
forth from Barnstable Harbor, carrying not only its own crew, but Janno
with several of his followers, he having volunteered as guide and
negotiator with Aspinet for the restoration of little Billington.

The voyage prospered, and before night the boy, decked with strings of
beads and various savage ornaments, was restored to his guardians by
Aspinet himself; while the first red man allowed to come on board the
shallop was the owner of the corn "borrowed" by the Pilgrims, who now
repaid its value twofold by an order for goods to be delivered at
Plymouth. But more important than boy or corn, at any rate to the ears
of Standish, was a report here received that the Narragansetts, their
friend Massasoit's neighbors and deadly foes, had made a raid upon his
domains and carried him away prisoner. Also that one of Massasoit's
pnieses called Corbitant had become an ally of the Narragansetts, and
was now at Namasket, only fourteen miles from Plymouth, trying to raise
a revolt against both his chief and the white men their allies. He was
also fiercely denouncing Squanto, Hobomok, and Tockamahamon as renegades
and traitors to their own people, who should be at once put to death.

This news was so alarming that without waiting for trade, or for the
feast offered to them, the Pilgrims at once set sail, and after stormy
weather and sundry adventures arrived safely at home toward night of the
third day from their departure. John Billington was received with
vociferous joy by his mother, treated to a lithe bundle of birch rods by
his father, and assaulted by his brother, who at once fought him for the
possession of the bead necklaces and other gauds he had brought home.
The men of the colony were meantime hearing the report brought in by
Nepeof, a sachem just from Namasket, of the treacherous proceedings
there, and before they had been three hours at home Squanto and Hobomok
were dispatched to discover the truth of the matter, while Nepeof was
held as a hostage.



"And how sped you in your errand, Master Envoy?" inquired Standish as,
lighted pipe in hand, he once more seated himself upon the bench outside
his cabin door to enjoy the sunset hour.

But at the sudden question John Alden's face flushed deeper than the
sunset, and he stammered, "I am so blundering, Master--I told the maiden
all you bade me, but--but"--

"But what, thou stammering idiot!" roared the captain, his serene brow
suddenly overcast, and the red surging up to his own brow. "Dost mean to
say the girl flouted the suit of--nay, then, what dost thou mean? Speak
out, man, and be not so timorous!"

"Here is Giles Hopkins!" exclaimed John, as feet were heard running up
the hill, and the captain angrily turned to meet the new-comer,

"Well, what dost thou want, youngster? Is a man never to be rid of
half-wit boys in this place!"

"Please, Captain, the governor desires you to come in haste to a sudden
Council. The Indians are come in, and methinks"--

"And who in Beelzebub's name cares what thou thinkst!" shouted the
captain. "Begone before I box thy malapert ears." And driving the lad
before him he strode down the hill without another word or look at John,
who grinding his heel into the turf muttered,--

"And now he's angered, and beshrew me if I could not find it in my heart
to wish Priscilla had said him yea, rather than nay. It were easier to
bear her scorn of me if I knew that he was content. 'T is not so hard to
suffer loss if a dear friend gains by that same loss."

Meantime Standish striding wrathfully down the hill met Priscilla as she
darted out of the door of the elder's house. At sight of him she stopped
short, coloring scarlet, and yet her whole face gleaming with a wicked
inclination to laugh.

The captain also hesitated a moment, and then removing his barret cap
with a bow whose stately courtesy recalled his lineage he said,--

"Pardon me, Mistress Molines, for what it seems was undue presumption.
May I ask if the Council is convened here or at the Common house?"

"At the Common house, Captain; but indeed and by my faith I know not"--

"Pardon if I venture to cut you short, Mistress, but I am summoned in
haste to the Council."

And with another formal bow the captain hastened on, leaving Priscilla
biting her lip and staring after him, half angry, half amused. "One
could be proud of him--if--if--Oh heart, heart! What is 't thou 'rt
clamoring for! Well--at least I can go and make a posset for my dear
dame, and the rest may wait." And with a sigh and a smile and a blush
the girl turned back to the things of the hour.

"Now here's a coil, Captain!" exclaimed Bradford as Standish entered the
large room where about a dozen of the men of the colony were assembled
in informal council, while in the midst stood Hobomok, his red skin
streaming with perspiration and stained with travel, while his usually
impassive face bore an expression of genuine grief and dismay.

"What is it? Ha, Hobomok returned alone!"

"Yes, and with evil tidings," replied the Governor. "He and Squanto
reached Namasket early this morning and sought to conceal themselves in
a house belonging to Squanto, though now lent to a kinsman. But some one
betrayed them to Corbitant, who was vaporing around the village calling
upon the men to rise in revolt against Massasoit and deliver him up to
the Narragansetts, and saying that we white men should all be slain, and
also those who have made alliance with us, for already he had news of
our visit to Nauset, and the contract made with Aspinet, and Canacum,
and Iyanough. While yet he raved against Squanto, and Hobomok, and
Tockamahamon, a traitor told him that the two first were hiding in the
village, and he swore a great oath by all his gods that they should die,
especially Squanto, in whom, said he, the white men will lose their

"What meant he by that, Governor?" demanded Warren.

"Why, that he is our interpreter," sharply replied Standish. "What else
should he mean? What next, Governor?"

"Next they circumvented Squanto in his cabin, and Corbitant seizing him
held a knife to his throat, mocking and taunting him as is their
fashion, while two fell upon Hobomok, but he being a lusty fellow and
quick, broke from them and fled hither so fast as legs could carry him.
You see the condition he is in."

"And left thy comrade to die!" ejaculated Standish looking scornfully at
the Indian, who humbly replied in his own tongue,--

"Hobomok only one man. Corbitant many men. Squanto perhaps dead, but the
white man will send a hundred of his enemies to be his servants in the
Happy Land. A brave fears not to die, if he may be avenged."

"Ha! 'T is the savage philosophy, and not a bad one," said Standish, and
although the elder raised stern eyes of rebuke upon the reckless soldier
he continued,--

"And I shall lead our forces to avenge both the death of our servant and
Massasoit's capture, shall I not, brethren? What is your will?"

"Sound policy dictates that if our allies are to respect us, or our
enemies fear us, we should not suffer such an affront as this to pass,"
declared Winslow. "England hath never yet borne that her flag should be
insulted, and we are Englishmen."

"You are right, Winslow," replied Bradford solemnly. "And loth though we
may be to shed the blood of these men, whom we fain would convert to
friends and Christians, it is my mind that in this instance we are bound
to deal with them as with our own children, whom we indeed chastise, but
still with an eye to their own future happiness."

"'Now no chastening for the present seemeth to be joyous but grievous:
nevertheless afterward it yieldeth the peaceable fruit of righteousness
to them which are exercised thereby,'" quoted the Elder sententiously,
while Standish stood impatiently twisting his moustache, and glancing
around the assembly as if selecting his men.

"And now, having chapter and verse for avenging this affront, let us set
about doing it," exclaimed he as several of the company murmured Amen to
the Elder's approved quotation. But Bradford fixed his steady eyes upon
the soldier's face for a moment before he somewhat coldly asked,--

"How many men do you think it best to take, Captain Standish?"

"Ten. Hopkins, the Surgeon, Winslow, Browne, Howland, Gilbert Winslow,
Billington, Eaton, Dotey, and Lister," replied Standish promptly, and
then with his peculiarly winning smile he added,--

"You see I leave the governor, with Master Allerton his assistant, to
guide the colony, and the elder to pray for our success, and Master
Warren for a councilor, and the rest to carry on our various labors and
protect the weaklings."

"It is a good division it seemeth to me. What say you all, brethren?"
asked the governor still gravely, and one by one each man signified his
assent, only Howland coming close to the captain asked,--

"May not Alden go with us, Captain? He hath a very pretty fashion with
his weapon."

"Am I captain, or art thou, John Howland?" growled the leader, and as
all turned out of the house to prepare for the march in the following
dawn, Bradford laid his hand upon his friend's shoulder and walked along
with him.

"What ails thee, Myles? Thou 'rt sorely chafed at something. Is aught
amiss that I can help?"

"Nay, Will, 't is naught, and less than naught. 'T is but a new
knowledge of mine own unworthiness. Sure 'never such a fool as an old
fool' is a good proverb."

"'T is not to a fool that we trust the lives of ten out of our nineteen
men," said Bradford quietly.

"Oh, I can fight well enow," replied the soldier bitterly. "'T is my
trade, and all I'm fit for. Ay, and in my mood to-day I'll be fain to
fight. I only fear this knave Corbitant hath run away."

"If so, he confesses his defeat without the need of bloodshed,"
suggested Bradford. "And at all odds, Standish, our policy is to make
friends by fair means if we may. Remember, if Squanto is not harmed,
Corbitant is not to be touched. If indeed our poor friend is slain, then
have you warrant for Corbitant's head, and the lives of all who helped
to murder Squanto. Thou 'rt too honorable a man and too good a Christian
to let thine own chafed humor interfere with justice."

"I am too well drilled a soldier to disobey orders, Governor," replied
the Captain briefly, and so they parted, nor did Standish and Alden
exchange a sentence that night save barely these,--

"In one word, John, was the answer to my message yes or no?"

"Dear Master, it was no."

"I bade thee answer in one word, and thou hast disobeyed me in using

The next morning brought one of those furious summer storms peculiar to
August, and the little force, loaded with armor, weapons, and knapsacks,
found themselves much distressed by the humid heat. Reaching a sheltered
spot about a mile from Namasket, Standish resolved to remain there until
dark, giving the men opportunity for rest and refreshment, and trusting
to the storm and the night to cover his attack upon a foe ten times his
own number.

As darkness closed in upon the encampment, the captain roused himself
from a soldier's nap, and briefly ordered,--

"Eat what provisions you have left in your knapsacks, men, and empty
your flasks. Then pile and leave both beside this rock. Those of us who
are alive in the morning will subsist upon the enemy. Those who are not
will feel no lack."

Soon after dark the little troop set forth, but Hobomok, deceived by the
darkness and the rain, missed the route, and for three weary hours the
men floundered around in the dripping forest, the guide wisely keeping
out of the captain's reach, until in a gleam of watery moonlight Winslow
recognized a peculiar clump of trees which he had noticed upon his late
journey with Hopkins to visit Massasoit; and Hobomok recovering from his
bewilderment led the way as fast as the men could follow him, until in
the edge of a large clearing he paused, and pointing to a detached hut

"Corbitant sleep there."

"Now God be praised that there is a chance of fighting rather than
floundering!" piously exclaimed Standish, and with brief exact phrases
he proceeded to set the battle in array. Eight men were to silently
surround the house, their pieces ready, and their orders to cut down if
necessary any who should attempt to escape from the house. Standish and
Winslow, followed by Hobomok, marched meantime straight into a hut, and
the captain in a loud voice demanded,--

"Where is Corbitant? Give him up and no one else shall be harmed!"

A moment of panic-stricken silence ensued, and then through the darkness
was heard the indefinite rustling sound of living creatures seeking
covertly to escape from an enclosure.

"Look to it, outside!" shouted Standish. "Let no man pass your guard!
Hobomok, tell them that we will harm none if they give up Corbitant and
those who helped him to murder Tisquantum!"

But the hubbub increased momently, and presently a shout of "Back!
Back!" from without was followed by a loud shriek in a woman's voice.

"Fools!" roared Standish in the native tongue. "Keep still. Stay in the
house. We hurt none but Corbitant!"

Yet still the tumult grew; the savages trusting no promises, endeavored
to escape through the various openings of the wigwam, and although the
sentinels were as careful as possible, and heartily desirous of avoiding
bloodshed, several of the Indians were more or less hurt, while the
half-grown boys perceiving the immunity of the women from harm, ran from
one door to the other crying out,--

"Neen squaes! Neen squaes!" (I am a girl! I am a girl!)

The women also hung around Hobomok, pulling at his hands and clothing,
for attention, while they shrieked, "Oh Hobomok, I am thy friend! Thou
knowest I am thy friend!"

Winslow meantime had stirred up the embers of a fire near the doorway of
the hut, and the flame leaping out cast a wild and fitful glare over the
scene, in the midst of which Hobomok, climbing the stout pole in the
centre of the cabin, thrust his head through the smoke-hole at the top,
and after emitting a hideous war-whoop shouted the names of Tisquantum
and Tockamahamon at the top of his voice, for one of the women had
assured him that the former was alive, and that Corbitant was already
many miles on his homeward way.

Not two minutes had elapsed, when an answering whoop was heard from the
cluster of huts forming the village of Namasket, now the town of
Middleboro', and an irregular stream of warriors, headed by Tisquantum
in person, came running toward the beleaguered hut.

The struggle was now over, for so soon as the _casus belli_ was
disproved by Squanto's appearance, the capture of Corbitant was no
longer desirable, and Standish ordered his men to sheathe their swords
and release their prisoners. Those who had been wounded by persisting in
trying to escape were attended to by Surgeon Fuller, and by Standish's
invitation returned to Plymouth with their friendly conquerors to
receive a certain amount of petting by way of compensation for their
wounds, although the captain did not fail to point out that if they had
believed and obeyed him, they need not have been hurt at all.

Tisquantum shrewdly flattered at the importance set upon his life by his
white friends, seated himself with them around the new-fed fire, and
with much gesticulation and flowery forms of speech related how, by his
combined prowess and subtlety, he had forced Corbitant to release him,
and finally to leave Namasket with his warriors, not, however, without
hideous threats of what should befall that village if it persisted in an
alliance with the white men, who were soon to be exterminated with all
their friends.

"Ha! We will send an embassage to this haughty sachem, with some counter
promises and warnings," exclaimed Standish in hearing this part of the
report; and at the last moment, before the little army with its captives
left the place upon the following morning, a runner was dispatched to
follow Corbitant, and assure him from The-Sword-of-the-White-Men, as
Standish now began to be called among the Indians, that unless Massasoit
returned in safety from the country of the Narragansetts, whither he had
been beguiled, the death of the great sachem should be visited upon
Corbitant and all his tribe to the uttermost, and that if anything more
was heard of sedition and treachery as preached either among the
Namaskets or elsewhere, Corbitant should find that no distance and no
concealment should avail to save him from punishment.

The message was duly delivered, and so convincing did its terrors,
combined with the prompt action of the white men prove, that various
sachems who had hitherto held aloof, even those of the Isles of
Capawack, now called Martha's Vineyard, sent to beg for a treaty of
peace and mutual support; and in the end Corbitant prayed the kind
offices of Massasoit, now restored to his kingdom, to make his
submission to the white men.

But though so fair in outward seeming, this peace was but a hollow one,
and one more lesson was needed before the Indians became in very truth
the friends and allies of the white men.



"Oh Priscilla, girl, what thinkst thou is toward now?" demanded Mary
Chilton, running down to the spring where her friend was sprinkling and
turning a piece of coarse linen spun and woven by her own hands for
domestic use; but straightening herself at the merry summons, her dark
eyes lighted with animation as she responded in the same tone,--

"The governor is fain to marry thee, and the elder is ready to give his
blessing. Is 't so?"

"Thou foolish girl! It's not at me Master Bradford looks oftenest, not
nigh as often as the captain looks at thee, nay but John Alden"--

"What is it! What's thy news! Speak quick or I'll sprinkle thee rather
than the linen!" and raising the wooden dipper Priscilla whirled it so
rapidly round her head that not a drop was spilled, while Mary shrieking
and laughing darted back and crouched behind an alder bush.

"Maids! Maids! Whence this unseemly mirth! Know ye not that the laughter
of fools is like the crackling of thorns under the pot, a sure sign of
the fire they are hasting to? The devil goeth about like a roaring

"Sometimes methinks he seemeth more like an ass," murmured Priscilla in
Mary's ear, setting her off into convulsions of repressed laughter,
while her naughty tormentor looked demurely up the bank to the angular
figure defined against the evening sky and said,--

"We are beholden to you for the admonition, Master Allerton, and it must
be a marvelous comfort to you that Mary and Remember Allerton weep so
much oftener than they laugh."

"I would, thou froward wench, that I had the training of thee for a
while. Mayhap thou wouldst find cause for weeping"--

"Nay, I'm sure on 't. The very thought well-nigh makes me weep now,"
retorted Priscilla blithely, as the sour-visaged Councilor went on his
way, and Mary half frightened, half delighted, came forward saying,--

"Oh Priscilla, how dost thou dare flout Master Allerton in that style!
He'll have thee before the Church."

"Not he!" replied Priscilla coolly. "Hist now, poppet, and I'll tell
thee something--thou 'lt not repeat it though?"

"Not I," replied Mary stoutly.

"Well, then, dost think I should make a fitting stepdame for Bartholomew
and Mary and Remember?"

"Dost mean"--

"Ay do I, just that. And because I could not but laugh merrily at the
notion when 't was placed before me last Sunday night, the Assistant
looketh sourly enough but dareth not meddle with me lest I make others
laugh as well as myself."

"Priscilla! Mary!" called Elizabeth Tilley's voice from the doorstep.
"Mistress Brewster would have you in to see about noon-meat."

"But thy news, poppet, quick!" exclaimed Priscilla as gathering up her
gear she slowly led the way up the hill.

"Why, the governor hath resolved upon a day, or rather a week, of
holiday and of thanksgiving for the mercies God hath showed us. Think of
it, Pris! A whole week of feasting and holiday!"

"Hm!" dryly responded Priscilla. "It sounds well enow, but who is to
make ready this feasting?"

"Why--all of us--and chiefly you, dear wench, for none can season a
delicate dish or"--

"Ay, ay, I know that song full well; but dost really think, Molly, that
to do a good deal more, and a good deal harder cooking than our wont,
will be so very sprightly a holiday?"

"But 't will be doing our part to make holiday for the others," replied
Mary simply.

"Now, then, if thou 'rt not at thy old tricks of shaming my selfish
frowardness!" exclaimed Priscilla, and laughing they entered the house
where all the women of the community were assembled in eager debate over
their share in the approaching festival.

"The governor hath already ordered my man, with Dotey and Soule and
Latham, to go afield to-morrow with their guns, and to spend two days in
gathering game," announced Helen Billington with an air of importance.

"And it was determined to invite King Massasoit and his train to the
feast," eagerly added Mistress Winslow, who, with her baby Peregrine
White in her arms, had run across the street to join the council.

"Methinks another party should go to the beach to dig clams," suggested
Dame Hopkins. "For though not so toothsome as venison and birds 't is a
prey more surely to be come by."

"The elder saith the God of Jacob sendeth us the clams as he did manna
to those other children of his in the desert," added the weak sweet
voice of the elder's wife. "At morning and at night we may gather them
in certainty."

"But they hold not sweet over Sunday, that is if the day be hot,"
suggested Desire Minter ruefully.

"And Priscilla we shall look to thee for marchpanes and manchets and
plum-porridge and possets and all manner of tasty cates, such as only
thou canst make," said the dame hastily, and fixing her eyes upon the
girl's face as if to hinder any irreverent laughter at Desire's speech.

"All that I can do I will do blithely and steadfastly if it will
pleasure you, mother," replied Priscilla gently, as she knelt down
beside the invalid and rested against the arm of that old chair which
you may see to-day reverently preserved in Plymouth.

"I know thou wilt, sweetheart," replied the dame laying her frail hand
upon the girl's abundant hair. "But I fear me our men cannot dine to-day
on the promise of the coming feast."

"Well thought on, mother. Come maids to work, to work!"

That same afternoon Squanto was dispatched to Namasket to send from
thence a runner to Massasoit inviting him, with his brother and a
fitting escort, to the feast of Thanksgiving now fixed for the following
Thursday; and so cordially did the great sachem respond, that about
sunrise on the appointed day the laggards of the settlement were aroused
by the terrific whoop and succession of unearthly shrieks with which the
guests announced at once their arrival and their festive and playful
condition of mind.

Three of the leaders were ready even at this hour to receive the over
punctual guests: the elder, who had risen early to prepare a few brief
remarks suited to the occasion; Standish, who was always afoot to fire
his sunrise gun; and Bradford, who valued the quiet morning hour in
which he might allow his mind to dwell upon those abstruse and profound
subjects so dear to his heart, and yet never allowed to intrude upon the
business of the working day. So, while Winslow with his wife's
assistance did on his more festive doublet and hose, and Allerton spake
bitter words to Remember who had forgotten to replace the button that
should hold her father's collar in place, and gentle Warren, the gruff
Surgeon, and the rest made ready as they might, these three stood forth
to receive Massasoit and Quadequina, who with a dozen or so of their
principal pnieses came forward with considerable dignity, and through
Squanto and Hobomok made their compliments in truly regal style, while
their followers to the number of about ninety men with a few women
remained modestly in the background.

Presently when the village was well afoot, and a big fire started
between the elder's house and the brook for cooking purposes, the roll
of the drum announced the morning prayers, with which the Pilgrims began
every day, and more especially this Feast of Thanksgiving. The Indians
stood reverently around, Massasoit explaining in low gutturals to a
chieftain who had never visited Plymouth before, that the white men thus
propitiated the Great Spirit, and engaged Him both to prosper them and
kill their enemies.

Prayers ended, Priscilla with her attendants flew back to the fire, and
presently a long table spread in the open air for the men was covered
with great wooden bowls full of what a later generation named
hasty-pudding, to be eaten with butter and treacle, for milk was not to
be had for more than one year to come. Other bowls contained an
excellent clam chowder with plenty of sea biscuit swimming in the savory
broth, while great pieces of cold boiled beef with mustard, flanked by
dishes of turnips, offered solid resistance to those who so joyfully
attacked them.

Another table in the Common house offered somewhat more delicate food to
the women and children, chief among it a great pewter bowl of
plum-porridge with bits of toasted cracker floating upon it.

The meal was a rude one looked upon with the dainty eyes and languid
appetites of to-day, but to those sturdy and heroic men and women it was
a veritable feast, and at its close Quadequina with an amiable smile
nodded to one of his attendants, who produced and poured upon the table
something like a bushel of popped corn,--a dainty hitherto unseen and
unknown by most of the Pilgrims.

All tasted, and John Howland hastily gathering up a portion upon a
wooden plate carried it to the Common house for the delectation of the
women, that is to say, for Elizabeth Tilley, whose firm young teeth
craunched it with much gusto.

Breakfast over, with a grace after meat that amounted to another
service, the governor announced that some military exercises under the
direction of Captain Standish would now take place, and the guests were
invited to seat themselves in the vicinity of a fire kindled on the
ground at the northerly part of the village about at the head of Middle
Street, and designed more as a common centre and social feature than
for need since the weather was mild and lovely, so peculiarly so that
when it recurred the next November and the next, the people remembering
that first feast said, "Why, here is the Indians' summer again!" But on
that day the only thought was that God accepted their thanksgiving and
smiled His approval.

Hardly had the guests comprehended the announcement and placed
themselves in order, when a wild fanfare of trumpets, an imposing roll
of drums was heard from the vicinity of the Fort, and down the hill in
orderly array marched the little army of nineteen men, preceded by the
military band and led by their doughty Captain. Above their heads
floated the banner of Old England, and beneath their corselets beat true
English hearts; and yet here stood the nucleus of that power which a
century and a half later was to successfully defy and throw off the rule
of that magnificent but cruel stepdame; here stood the first American
army; and then, as since, that score of determined souls struck terror
into the hearts of five times their number.

"If they have beguiled us here to destroy us!" murmured Quadequina in
his brother's ear.

"Canst not tell an eagle from a carrion-crow?" returned the wiser man.
"Would Winsnow, or The-Sword, or the Chief, or the powah, do this?
Peace, my brother."

But as the military manoeuvres accompanied with frequent discharges of
musketry, and accented at one point with a tremendous roar from the
cannon of the Fort progressed, not only Quadequina, but many other of
the braves became very uneasy; and to this cause as well as benevolence,
may be attributed the offer made at dinner time by Quadequina to lead a
hunting party of his own people into the woods to look for deer, whose
haunts they well knew.

Standish alone suspected this _arrière pensée_, and when Bradford mildly
applauded the generous kindness of their guests, he answered with a

"Ay, as kind as the traveler who begs the highwayman to let him go home
and fetch a larger treasure."

But in spite of his doubts the prince intended and made a _bonâ fide_
hunt, and returned early in the next day with as much venison as lasted
the entire company four days.

"Oh, if I had but some Spanish chestnuts to stuff these turkeys, they
might seem more like their brethren across the seas," exclaimed
Priscilla as she turned over a pile of the wild birds and chose those to
be first cooked.

"Nay, but to me the flavor is better, and the meat more succulent of
these than of any I ever saw at home," replied John Alden. "And the
size! Do but look at this fellow, he will scale well-nigh twenty pound
if an ounce."

"If 't were a goose I would name it John, 't would be so prodigious a
goose," replied Priscilla with a glance so saucy and so bewitching that
her adorer forgot to reply, and she went briskly on,--

"Come now, young man, there's much to do and scant time to talk of it.
Call me some of those gaping boys yonder and let them pluck these fowl,
and bid John Billington come and break up these deer. And I must have
wood and water galore to make meat for a hundred men. Stir thyself!"

"I was thinking, Priscilla--why not stuff the turkeys with beechnuts?
There is store of them up at our cottage."

"How came they there? Doth our doughty Captain go birds-nesting and
nutting in his by-times?"

"Nay, but I did, that is, I gathered the nuts for thee, and then--then
feared if I offered them thou 'dst only flout me"--

"Oh, sure never was a poor maid so bestead with blind men--well, fetch
thy beechnuts."

"Nay, Priscilla, but blind, blind? How then am I blind, maiden, say?"

"Why, not to have discovered ere this how I dote upon beechnuts. There,
get thee gone for them."

The dressing of beechnuts proved a rare success, but the preparation
proved so long a process that only the delicate young bird made ready
for the table where Mistress Brewster presided was thus honored,
although in after times Priscilla often made what she called
goose-dressing; and when a few years later some sweet potatoes were
brought to Plymouth from the Carolinas, she at once adopted them for the
same purpose.

And so the festival went on for its appointed length of three days, and
perhaps the hearty fellowship and good will manifested by the white men
toward their guests, and their determination to meet them on the ground
of common interests and sympathies, went quite as far as their evident
superiority in arms and resources toward establishing the deep-founded
and highly valued peace, without which the handful of white men could
never have made good their footing upon that stern and sterile coast.

On the Saturday the feast was closed by a state dinner whose composition
taxed Priscilla as head cook to the limit of her resources, and with
flushed cheek and knitted brow she moved about among her willing
assitants with all the importance of a Bechamel, a Felix, the
_maître-d'hôtel_ of Cardinal Fesch with his two turbots, or luckless
Vatel who fell upon his sword and died because he had no turbot at all;
or even, rising in the grandeur of the comparison, we may liken her to
Domitian, who, weary of persecuting Christians, one day called the Roman
Senate together to decide with him upon the sauce with which another
historic turbot should be dressed.

Some late arrivals among the Indians had that morning brought in several
large baskets of the delicious oysters for which Wareham is still
famous, and although it was an unfamiliar delicacy to her, Priscilla,
remembering a tradition brought from Ostend to Leyden by some travelers,
compounded these with biscuit-crumbs, spices, and wine, and was looking
about for an iron pan wherein to bake them, when Elizabeth Tilley
brought forward some great clam and scallop shells which John Howland
had presented to her, just as now a young man might offer a unique
Sèvres tea-set to the lady of his love.

"Wouldn't it do to fill these with thy oyster compote, and so set them
in the ashes to roast?" inquired she. "Being many they can be laid at
every man's place at table."

"Why, 't is a noble idea, child," exclaimed Priscilla eagerly. "'T will
be a novelty, and will set off the board famously. Say you not so,

"Ay," returned Alden, who was busily opening the oysters at her side.
"And more by token there is a magnificence in the idea that thou hast
not thought on; for as at a great man's table the silver dishes each
bear the crest of his arms, so we being Pilgrims and thus privileged to
wear the scallop shell in our hats, do rather choose to display it upon
our board."

"Ah, John, thou hast an excellent wit--in _some_ things," replied
Priscilla with a half sigh which set the young fellow wondering for an

By noon the long tables were spread, and still the sweet warm air of the
"Indian Summer" made the out-of-door feast not only possible but
charming, for the gauzy veil upon the distant forest, and the marine
horizon, and the curves of Captain's Hill, seemed to shut in this little
scene from all the world of turmoil and danger and fatigue, while the
thick yellow sunshine filtered through with just warmth enough for
comfort, and the sighing southerly breeze brought wafts of perfume from
the forest, and bore away, as it wandered northward, the peals of
laughter, the merry yet discreet songs, and the multitudinous hum of
blithe voices, Saxon and savage, male and female, adult and childish,
that filled the dreamy air.

The oysters in their scallop shells were a singular success, and so were
the mighty venison pasties, and the savory stew compounded of all that
flies the air, and all that flies the hunter in Plymouth woods, no
longer flying now but swimming in a glorious broth cunningly seasoned by
Priscilla's anxious hand, and thick bestead with dumplings of barley
flour, light, toothsome, and satisfying. Beside these were roasts of
various kinds, and thin cakes of bread or manchets, and bowls of salad
set off with wreaths of autumn leaves laid around them, and great
baskets of grapes, white and purple, and of the native plum, so
delicious when fully ripe in its three colors of black, white, and red.
With these were plentiful flagons of ale, for already the housewives had
laid down the first brewing of the native brand, and had moreover
learned of the Indians to concoct a beverage akin to what is now called
root beer, well flavored with sassafras, of which the Pilgrims had been
glad to find good store since it brought a great price in the English

It was during the last half hour of this feast that Desire Minter, who
with the other girls served the tables where the men sat at meat, placed
a little silver cup at Captain Standish's right hand saying,--

"Priscilla sends you some shrub, kind sir, of her own composition, and
prays you drink her health."

"Why, then, 't is kind of her who hath been most unkind of late,"
returned Myles, upon whose seasoned brain the constant potations of
three days had wrought to lull suspicion and reserve, and taking the cup
he tossed off its contents at a draught, and rising bowed toward
Priscilla who was flitting in and out among the tables. She returned the
salute with a little air of surprise, and Myles reseating himself turned
to question Desire again, but she had departed carrying the cup with

"Nay, then, I'll be toyed with no longer," muttered the Captain angrily,
and although he bore his part in the closing ceremonies with which the
governor bade a cordial and even affectionate farewell to the king, the
prince, their nobles, and their following, there was a glint in his eye
and a set to his lips that would have told one who knew him well that
the spirit of the man was roused and not lightly to be laid to rest



The last pniese had made his uncouth obeisance and departed, and busy
hands were removing all signs of the late commotion in haste that the
setting sun should find the village ready for its Sunday rest and peace,
when Myles Standish suddenly presented himself before Priscilla Molines
as she came up from the spring with a pile of wooden trenchers in her

"Mistress Molines a word with you," began he with an unconscious
imperiousness that at once aroused the girl's rebellious spirit.

"Nay, Captain, I am not of your train band, and your business must await
my pleasure and convenience. Now, I am over busy."

"Nay, then, if I spoke amiss I crave your pardon, mistress, and had we
more time I would beat my brains for some of the flowery phrases I used
to hear among the court gallants who came to learn war in Flanders. But
I also have business almost as weighty as thine and as little able to
brook delay. So I pray you of your courtesy to set down your platters on
this clean sod, and listen patiently to me for a matter of five

"I am listening, sir."

"Nay, put down the platters or let me put them down."

"There then, and glad am I"--

"Of what, mistress?"

"That I'm not often under thy orders, sir."

"Ah! But we'll waste no time in skirmishing, fair enemy. Tell me rather
what didst mean by the loving-cup thou sendst me? May I take it sooth
and truly as relenting on thy part?"

"I send you a loving-cup, sir!" exclaimed the girl, her eyes flashing,
and her color rising.

"Yes. Call it by what name you will; I mean the cup Desire Minter
brought me from thee, with a message that I should drink thy health."

"Loth were I to think, Captain Standish, that you would willfully insult
a maid with none to defend her, and so I will charitably suppose that
you have been forced to drink too many healths to guard well thine own.
Good e'en, sir."

"Now by the God that made us both, wench, I'll have an end of this. Nay,
not one step dost thou stir until you or I are laid in a lie."

"A lie, Captain Standish!"

"Mayhap my own lie. I say that Desire Minter brought me a silver cup of
some sweet posset, such as you have made for our sick folk time and
again, and bade me from you quaff it to your health."

"And that is God's truth, say you, sir?"

"Mistress Molines, my word has not often been doubted, and you force me
to remind you that I come not of mechanical"--

"Nay, nay, stop there, an' it please you, sir! We'll unwind this coil
before we snarl another. Fear not that my base mechanical blood shall
ever sully your noble strain; but mean though I be, my habit is a
tolerably truthful one, and I tell you once and for all that I sent you
no cup, I made you no posset, I desired no health drunk by you."

"Nay, then, what hath this girl Desire wrought? And truth to tell
Priscilla, I fear me 't is poison, for a shrewd pain seizeth me ever and
anon, and a strange heaviness is in my head."

"And there's a sultry color on your cheek--nay, then, we'll see the

"And thou 'lt forgive whatever I have said amiss, Priscilla, for mayhap
I'll trouble thee no more. Like enough she hath revenged herself"--

"For your scorn of her love," interposed Priscilla vivaciously. "Like
enough, like enough. Come to the house, Captain, and let us take counsel
with the dear mother. She still knows best."

"Go thou, Priscilla. It hardly beseems a man and a soldier to seek
redress for a wench's love scratch at the hands of an old woman--nay,
nay, fire not up afresh! No one can honor Mistress Brewster more than I
do, but tell me, is she a man or is she young? Sooth now, Priscilla!"

"And still in thy masterful mood thou 'lt have the last word, doughty
Captain. But go you home, then, and bid John Alden make a fire and heat
a good kettle of water, and I'll away to the mother who will deal with
Desire in short measure."

"'T is good counsel and I'll follow it, for in sober sadness I feel
strangely amiss." And the soldier, who now was as livid as he had been
flushed, strode away up the hill, while Priscilla picking up the
trenchers fled like a lapwing into the house where she found Desire
seated sullenly in a corner, while the elder, his wife, and the governor
were gathered together near the fire cozily discussing the events of
the day. Standing before them and restraining her natural vivacity that
it might not discredit the importance of her story, Priscilla in brief
and pungent phrases told the story of the loving draught, and as Desire
rose and stole toward the door laid a hand upon her arm that effectually
detained her until the elder sternly said,--

"Remain you here, Desire Minter, until this report is sifted."

"Were it not well to send at once for our good physician, that he may
know what hath been done before he sees the captain?" suggested Bradford
mildly, and the elder assenting, Priscilla was dispatched for doctor
Fuller, who arrived within the minute, and listened with profound
attention, while Mistress Brewster, to whom alone the girl would reply,
extracted from her a most startling story.

"The captain first of all asked me to wife, and if he had not been wiled
away from me by artful"--

"Nay, nay, Desire, thou 'rt not to say such things as that," interposed
the dame with gentle severity, and Bradford added in much the same

"'T was thine own idle fancy, girl, that set thee on such a notion. The
captain hath averred to me as Christian man that he never made proffer
to thee nor wished so to do since first he set eyes on thee."

"He did then," muttered Desire sullenly, and Mistress Brewster

"Leaving that aside, tell us, Desire, what didst thou give the captain
to drink, and why didst say that Priscilla sent it?"

"Marry, because she hath bewitched him, and I wot well he would take it
from her without gainsaying."

"But what was it thou gavest him?"

"'T was--there was a wench here with the savages, and Squanto told me
she was a wise woman and knew how to work spells"--

"Well then, go on, Desire."

"And so I went with her pulling herbs in the fields and swamps, and with
one word English and one of jabber, we knew each other's meaning, and I
gave her the buckle of my belt which was broke and none here could mend

"A generous gift, truly," interposed the elder, but his wife beseeching
silence with a gesture asked,--

"And what gave she thee, Desire?"

"Some herbs, mother."

"And what were the herbs to do?"

"She said steep them well, and give the broth to any man I fancied, and
it would turn his fancy on me."

"A love philtre! _Vade retrograde Sathanas!_" exclaimed the elder half
rising from his chair, but here the doctor eagerly interposed,--

"What like was the herb, girl? Hast any of it in store for a second

"Mayhap--a little," muttered Desire twisting and turning, but seeing no
means of escape.

"Go and fetch it," commanded the elder. "And Priscilla do thou go too
and see that the wretched creature doth not make way with it."

"And sith John Howland is after a sort betrothed to the poor bemused
child, I think it well to summon him, that he may advise with us as to
the sequela of this folly. I will call him to the Council." And Bradford
followed the two girls from the room.

"If she hath murdered the captain, she shall die the death," exclaimed
the elder striding about the room, and pausing before the great chair
where his pale and fragile wife sat looking up at him with beseeching

"Nay, William, she is hardly older than our own dear girls, and it would
ill become us who still carry our own lives in our hands to deprive a
poor silly maid of hers."

"So the best road out of the maze is to cure the captain," remarked
Doctor Fuller dryly. "After that we'll marry the girl to John Howland,
and trust him to keep her quiet. Here they come."

And in at the open door came the governor and Howland, Desire and
Priscilla, who carried in her hand a little box full of half-dried
leaves, which she presented to the doctor, who solemnly pulling from his
pocket a pair of clumsy iron-bowed spectacles put them astride his nose,
and taking the herbs to the window carefully examined them, while all
the rest stood anxiously around staring with all their might.

"Hm! Hah! Yes, well yes, I see, I see!" murmured the botanist, and then
turning to Bradford he fixed him with a meditative gaze over the tops of
his barnacles and said,--

"You know something of botany, Governor. Say you not that this is the
_Platanthera Satyrion_, the herb supposed to give vigor to the hearts of
those wild men whom the mythologists celebrate?"

"Is it? I should have taken it for the iris whose flower I have noted in
these swamps."

"'T is akin, ay, distant kin, but with the difference that maketh one
harmless, and 't other deadly. I will take it to Sister Winslow's house
and examine it with my books, but still I can aver at once that 't is
Platanthera; and if it is also Satyrion I will promise that it shall
prove only nauseous and distasteful to our good Captain, and by no means
deadly. I will go to see him."

"And John Howland," said the Governor turning toward the young man who
stood looking with aversion at the figure of Desire, who with her head
in her apron wept loud and angrily, "it seemeth to me that since this
maid is betrothed to you, and is manifestly unfit to guide herself, that
it is best for you to marry her here, and now, and after that train her
into more discretion than she naturally showeth."

"May it please you, Master Bradford, and you, Elder," replied Howland
coldly, "it seemeth to me that a woman who shows so little modesty in
the pursuit of one man is scarce fit wife for another. I did indeed
promise my late dear mistress whose ward this girl was, that I would
care for her, and if need be take her to wife; but sure am I that if
that godly and discreet matron could know of all this, she would hold me
free of my bonds, the rather that I have never looked upon her with that
tenderness that God putteth in our hearts toward those"--

"Nay, then, if it comes to that," interposed Desire, snatching away her
apron and showing a swollen and tear-stained face, "I hate and despise
thee, John Howland, and always have and always will; and if I took thee
for my bachelor at all it was only in hope that 't would give a jealous
twinge to the heart of a better man, and if at the last I failed of him
thou wouldst be better than none; but I've changed my mind, and now I'll
none of thee, not if ne'er another man"--

"Peace, shameless wench!" thundered the elder, striking the table with
his hand. "Profane not the ears of a decent matron with such talk. John
Howland, it is my rede that thou art free of thy pledge to marry this
woman. What say you, Governor?"

"I agree with you, Elder Brewster, that since both man and maid desire
to render back their troth that they should be permitted so to do; and I
further suggest that by the first occasion presenting, Desire Minter be
sent back to her friends in England, who will, as Mistress Carver told
me, be content to receive her."

"Amen!" ejaculated John Howland with such unction that Bradford gravely
smiled as he followed him from the room, and murmured under his
breath,--"He will wed Elizabeth Tilley, an' I'm not mistaken."



"'T is a year agone to-day since we in the Mayflower sighted land in
this place," said Bradford to Standish, as the two stood beside the gun
just fired for sunset when all obligatory labor ended in the village.

"Ay, is it so? Well, it hath been a year of note in more ways than one,
and the next is like to be as adventurous. Ha! Look you there, Bradford!
Dost see that Indian runner breasting the hill. Some great news,
surely,--come, let us go to meet him."

"Squanto is before us. See him leap the brook"--

But Standish was already half way down the hill, and presently in the
open space already spoken of as the Town Square he and two or three of
the other leaders met the runner, who escorted by Squanto came panting
up the hill from the brook, and after the usual salutations informed the
governor that he was sent from Aspinet, sachem of the Nausets, to inform
the white men that a vessel had been watched feeling her way through the
shoals around Cape Cod, and was now laying her course apparently for
Plymouth. Not knowing whether this might be good or bad news, the sachem
had felt it a friendly act to convey it to his new allies with the
greatest possible dispatch.

"And he did well, and both he and thou shall see that we are not
ungrateful," replied Bradford courteously. "Tisquantum, take this man
to the Common house, and see that he is suitably refreshed. And now,
brethren, what meaneth this? Is it indeed good news or bad?"

"Bad," replied Standish promptly. "For well do we know that no relief
was to be sent us until our friends the traders had seen the first
fruits of their Adventure, and as we perforce sent home the Mayflower
empty, I for one expect to hear no more from Cheapside unless it be a

"There hath not been time for the Mayflower to go and return, were our
friends never so willing to aid us," suggested the elder pacifically.

"Then what think you, men?" persisted Bradford. "Allerton, Winslow,
Warren, what say ye all?"

"We know that the French are at war with England," suggested Winslow.
"And this may be a privateer coming to harry the settlement."

"In that case it were well to hide whatever we have of value and retreat
to the woods with the women and children," said Allerton turning pale.

"And leave our housen, and the Fort and its armament, and our boats!"
exclaimed Standish contemptuously. "Nay, Governor, my counsel is that we
at once arm ourselves, train what guns we can upon the offing, and if
these indeed be buccaneers, French, Spanish, or Turks, receive them with
a volley that shall leave little work for a second one. The women and
children may retreat to the woods, and he who has any pots, or cups, or
pans of value may bury them an' he chooses. My best treasures are Gideon
and my snaphance, and I cannot spare them so long as I live to wield

"That's the chat that suits me, neighbor," declared Hopkins in his
usual rough, hearty fashion, while Allerton, an unwonted tinge of color
upon his sallow cheek, hastened to avow himself as ready for fighting as
any man since fighting was decided to be the best policy.

And now Standish assumed control of the occasion and showed himself in
his most becoming attitude. His quick eyes and ready hands were
everywhere, and the somewhat sharp and terse military orders that
sometimes had seemed a thought arbitrary now carried assurance in their
tone, and strengthened the hearts of some and supported the
determination of others, who left to themselves would have scattered
like sheep without a leader.

"Let each man arm and harness himself and report for inspection in the
Town Square," was the first order, and while it was obeyed the Captain
climbed the hill carrying the "perspective glass" made by Galileo
himself during his exile in Holland, and brought to the new world by
Governor Carver, whose widow bequeathed it to the colony as one of its
chief treasures.

He was followed by William Trevor, one of the seamen hired by the colony
for a year, a fellow of quick eyesight and undaunted courage. The
Captain silently and carefully adjusted his lenses, and then handed the
glass to Trevor.

"Now you, Bill, clap your eye to that and get it on yon headland,
Farther Manomet, d' ye see?"

"Ay, Captain, I have it, and can count the squirrels on the tree tops."

"Canst tell a ship's topmast from a squirrel if one should heave in

"Mayhap I could, master."

"Well, then, watch for it, and so soon as any craft of any color, be it
one of your squirrels on a chip, an Indian in a canoe, or a French
man-of-war, send this boy Cooke tumbling down the hill to bring the
news. Now, man, show thy discretion and thy wit."

"Ay, ay, Captain, you may trust Bill Trevor for a keen lookout. When I
sailed aboard a whaler"--

But already the Captain was out of hearing, and presently was inspecting
his little army, mustered in the Town Square, each man armed and

Drawn up in two ranks the twenty men presented a striking array, for in
the forefront stood the governor, the elder, the surgeon, Winslow,
Allerton, Warren, Hopkins, Howland, Alden, and Peter Browne, ancestor of
John Brown of Ossawatomie; while the file closers, if not men of equal
note in affairs, were each one a sturdy and determined Englishman, ready
to fight till the death and never guess that he could be conquered.

The inspection over, the train band was dismissed with orders to stand
ready to reassemble at a moment's warning, and meantime to make such
dispositions of private property as seemed good to each man.

Hardly was this order obeyed when from the Fort came Trevor's sonorous

"Sail ho!" and presently young Cooke came pelting down the hill
reporting with a military salute to the captain.

"Trevor saith, sir, that a ship of not over sixty ton is drawing around
Manomet, and that she flieth no colors as yet."

"Ha! Let us see then, let us see!" cried the captain, and two minutes
later was at the top of the hill, glass in hand.

"Hm! Square rigged, slender built--what say you, Trevor, is she a

"More like a Dutchman to my mind, sir."

"Ah, then were we all right, and with a goodly new store of schnapps to
comfort our souls, but my mind misdoubts me. Now let us see if we can
train this saker to command the offing. Boy, run down the hill and fetch
Billington and Master Hopkins. 'T will do no harm, and may--ay, this
minion will sweep the Rock like a new broom. Here, Billington, come on
man and lend me thy bull's neck and shoulders. I would shift the
carriage of this saker. Ho, Hopkins, give us a little help here. There
yeo-ho, men! Again, now then--yeo-ho! Now we have it, now! There, settle
her in place, that's it, there! Now then, Trevor, how about the

"She is laying her course for this harbor, Captain. You may see her
without the glass well enow, for she's going about to fetch Beach

"Is tide high enow to carry her over Brown's Islands, as Champlain
calleth the outer flats?" asked Hopkins, who by fits liked to appear

"Ay, 't is full water at noon to-day," replied Trevor, his eye glued to
the glass.

"Now then, now then, here she is making straight into the harbor,"
exclaimed Standish excitedly, and plunging down the hill followed by the
rest, he made signal to Bart Allerton standing expectant at his own door
to sound the "assembly" upon the trumpet which he had learned to manage
with great precision.

Ten minutes later the whole array of fighting men stood steady in their
ranks, with the larger boys hanging in the rear, each carrying a spare
gun, or some other weapon, and all eyes fixed upon the point where the
stranger would appear as she beat her way into the harbor.

Suddenly the captain waved his hand above his head, glancing up at the
Fort where, under the folds of the British standard, stood Trevor,
linstock in hand. Another moment, and out from the hoarse throat of the
saker roared a defiant peal echoing grandly from hill to hill, startling
the savages who covertly watched the arrival of new foes or new friends
as the case might be, and rolling ominously across the waters of the
harbor to demand the name of the intruder.

"They be busy with their ancient-staff," reported Trevor presently, as
he resumed the spy-glass. "There goes the bunting--ha--ay--run boy, and
tell the captain 't is the red cross of Merrie England; 't is the home
colors, boy!"

But already the eager eyes in the Town Square had recognized the flag,
and Standish lapsing from the martinet into the exile waved Gideon above
his head shouting,--

"'T is our own flag, men; 't is the red cross of Old England! Three
cheers boys, three cheers for the dear old flag! Now then!"

And the glad shout arose, and again and again, not only from the bearded
throats of men, but in the shrill treble of boys, and the dainty voices
of girls, who just out of sight watched as women do, when life and honor
hang in the balance.

"Oh Mary, Mary maid, why art thou crying! Silly wench"--

"Nay, but thou 'rt crying thyself, Priscilla! Nay, now thou 'rt

"To think how John Alden turned white as any maid when the good news
came!" sobbed Priscilla running in to fling her arms around Dame
Brewster, who sat with folded hands and rapt face praying to the God of

"Oh mother, mother, they all are safe, and 't is an English ship.
Belike, Fear and Patience and their brother are aboard."

"Nay, dear maid, nay, be not so carried away. If indeed God sendeth my

But the mere thought of such joy was too much for the self-control the
poor mother so struggled for, and when the elder hastened into the house
he found his wife weeping for joy upon Priscilla's heaving breast.

"Nay then, wife, nay then, doest thou well?--and yet mine own eyes might
but too easily rain with gratitude. Dame, wife I say, nay then--let us
pray that in all things His will be done."

And in less than an hour Mary Brewster was sobbing afresh in the
stalwart embrace of her eldest son Jonathan, a young fellow of
five-and-thirty, who full of health and courage was come to be the staff
of her old age, and to bring news of the fair sisters who would come

For this was the Fortune, a little ship of fifty-five tons, dispatched
by the Adventurers in London to carry over some of the colonists
disappointed of a passage in the Mayflower, but principally to convey
Robert Cushman, who came pledged to obtain the consent of the Pilgrims
to a contract more favorable to their English friends than that they
were disposed to undertake. With him came his son Thomas, a boy of
fourteen, whom his father upon his hasty return in the Fortune left
behind under charge of the governor, to whom he subsequently wrote, "I
pray you care for my son as for your own;" and so well did Bradford
train the boy soon orphaned and left entirely to his charge, that
Thomas Cushman became successor of William Brewster as Ruling Elder of
the Pilgrim Church, and now lies on Burying Hill beneath a goodly
monument erected by his numerous descendants.

But little on that bleak November day recked the boy of future honors or
proud posterities, for he and his friend Thomas Prence, future governor
of the colony, but then a merry youth of nineteen, were hand and glove
with a gay company of lads and young men who had accepted the adventure
of Pilgrimage as they would have sailed with Drake, or Hawkins, or
Captain Cooke,--any leader who promised novelty, excitement, and the
chance of hard knocks and treasure.

So little responsible for their own welfare were many of these younkers
that, although fairly fitted out for the voyage, they had while
weather-bound in the British Channel gone ashore at Old Plymouth and
"brushed away" even their cloaks and extra doublets, in some cases their
very bedding and such cooking utensils as passengers were then expected
to provide themselves with. So far from bringing fresh supplies of food
to the colony, these runagates had devoured perforce the provisions that
should have victualed the Fortune on her return voyage, and the
colonists were forced for humanity's sake, to supply her out of their
own scanty stock.

Among these young fellows was a slight, dark-eyed lad of about nineteen,
who so soon as he had landed asked for the Demoiselle Molines.

"Priscilla Molines? Dost thou know her then?" inquired Alden who heard
the question, although addressed to Billington, who only grinned at the
lad's French accent and made no reply.

"Certainly, yes. My sister is of her closest friends."

"Ay? Is thy name De la Noye?"

"Truly!" exclaimed the boy, his face lighting vivaciously. "I am Philip
de la Noye."

"Hm, and your brother Jacques--is he in the company, or coming in the
next ship?" asked Alden grimly; but at that moment Priscilla coming
swiftly forward, held out both hands to the new-comer exclaiming
joyously in French,--

"Philip, dear lad! Glad am I to see thee."

"She will have news now from her lover," muttered Alden bitterly, but
just then the captain hailed,--

"Here Jack, put thy long legs and brawny thews to service in bringing
some of these budgets up the hill. Here's a poor soul with three little
children tugging at her skirts and she a widow, and fit to be put to bed

"I'll help her up the hill, Captain," interposed Peter Browne hastily,
and as he carefully aided the Widow Ford to climb the steep ascent some
sprite might have whispered in his ear that this was his own future
wife. That night was born Martha Ford, who should from similarity of
history have married Peregrine White, but who instead wedded William

Not until the last bale or packet unloaded from the Fortune had been
disposed of in the Common storehouse, or in some one of the houses all
hospitably thrown open to the new-comers, did John Alden cease his
labors or exchange more than a brief word with those about him, until at
last Bradford cheerily declared labor over for the day and added,--

"Come friends to my house, and hear what Master Cushman will have to
tell us of affairs in the old home. Come Alden, and reward thy labors
with a good flagon of beer."

Muttering some reply, the young man followed the rest up Leyden Street,
but as they reached the governor's house, a somewhat larger and more
important cabin than the rest, he passed quickly on and up the hill.
Pausing but a moment at the Fort, he struck down the steep southerly
side to the brook, and having performed his simple toilet strode moodily
on toward the forest, but had only gone a few rods when a familiar voice
called his name, and turning he saw Priscilla with Mary Chilton and the
young Frenchman, to whom they seemed to be showing the brook and its
springs of "delicate water."

Very reluctantly Alden turned and moved toward them.

"Did you speak, Mistress Mary?" inquired he as the party approached.

"I--I," stammered Mary blushing vividly.

"It was I who bade her do so," interposed Priscilla with an impatient
glance at the English girl whose honesty had spoiled her little finesse.
"We thought you looked but dull, and I would fain bring my new-arrived
friend Philip De la Noye to your acquaintance."

The two men exchanged salutations, Philip with the ready grace of a
Latin, John with that distinguishing a Saxon, especially if displeased.

"We are strolling about a bit before making ready for supper," added
Priscilla. "Philip is curious as to our manner of life in these wilds."

"'T is but ill suited to slender folk," replied Alden glancing
superciliously at the slight stripling, who, for his part, surveyed with
a sort of amused wonder the thews and stature of the young giant
striding sullenly at Priscilla's other hand.

"Nay, we do not pack diamonds in bales like hay," retorted Priscilla
stingingly, and then turning to Philip she inquired eagerly,--

"And Jacques and Guillaume are well, quite, quite well, are they?"

"Yes, and Marie and Jeanne," replied Philip placidly.

"And have you news from friends at home, Mary?" asked John decidedly
moving to her side.

"Nay, there are none left there of my nearest kin," replied the girl
sadly. "We came all of us together, and only I am left."

"Nay, Mary, so fair and so good a maid as thou, will never stay long
without friends. Thou wouldst never flout an honest fellow's love and
draw him on, and turn him back, and use him worse than a baby doth its
puppet. The man who loves thee will never rue it."

So meaning were his glances and his tone, that for a moment the simple
maid stood aghast. Could it be that Alden's constancy had given out, and
he was now ready to woo her instead of her friend; but in another moment
the truth dawned upon her, and with more diplomacy than she often showed
Mary smiled and shook her head.

"I know not, for love and sweethearts have not come my way yet. 'T is
Priscilla whom all men seek, and she in merry mood listeth to all and
still keepeth her own mind secret. She is well content to-night, for
this lad hath brought news of his brother's marriage."

"What, the fellow they call Jacques?" demanded John glancing eagerly
toward the other couple now walking some paces in advance.

"Ay, and Guillaume is betrothed, and Jeanne. They are dear friends of
our Priscilla."

"But--but--nay, then, maid Mary, have compassion on a poor stupid oaf
who is no match for her or you or any woman in subtlety and fence, and
yet loveth yon maid as it is not well for man to love aught but his
Maker. Tell me, doth she care aught for me?"

"Nay, John, that is a question none but she should answer, but yet I may
tell thee thus much. The news she hath to-day may embolden thee to ask

"Good wench, true friend!" exclaimed Alden, his whole face lighting with
a new hope. "And now as we turn toward home, if thou wouldst but engage
yon boy's attention, and let me essay while hope is strong and courage
fresh, I will put my fate once more to the touch and know if joy and I
are henceforth partners, or the coldest of strangers."

"Ah, lad, thou lovest her overmuch," replied Mary, letting her placid
blue eyes rest upon him half curiously, half enviously. "No man will
ever care for me like that, for I have not the skill to hide my mind as
Priscilla hath. But I'll help thee, John, for I do believe thou 'lt make
the dear maid happy if she will but stay in one mind long enough to wed

And in a few moments when the setting sun warned Priscilla that it was
time to turn homeward, and the two parties came together, Mary showed
Philip De la Noye the strawberry plants of which he had asked, and so
detained him for a moment, while John walking on with Priscilla
impatiently began,--

"Wilt answer me one little question in good faith, mistress?"

"In good faith if at all, John."

"Then, what bond is there betwixt thee and this lad's brother Jacques?"

"None save good will and old acquaintance."

"But there was."

"Was there?"

"Nay now, Priscilla, I speak to thee in sober sadness, and I ask such
reply as honest maid should give to honest man who woos her for his
wife. If we fall to quips and cranks and wordy play, thou 'rt so far out
of my reach that I know not if I ever come near thee, for I'm but a
plain simple fellow, Priscilla, and I love thee more than I love aught
else but God and the truth. Give me now a plain answer and have pity of
my misery. Has aught of this lad's news changed thy will or thy intent
toward me?"

And Priscilla moving slowly along beside her wooer shot a rapid sidelong
glance at his white face, and for the first time in their acquaintance
felt a thrill of respect akin to fear, sweep in his direction across her
gay self-assertive nature.

"Yes, John, I will answer thee truly and soberly," replied she in a
voice he had never heard from her before. "Philip De la Noye hath
brought news that sets me free from a teasing obligation of which no man
knows. Marie and Jeanne, his sisters, are my dear friends and gossips,
and their brother Jacques would fain have been my bachelor in Leyden,
but I was too young my father said to listen to such talk, and he cared
not greatly for Jacques, who was to tell truth somewhat gay and debonair
of temper, and no church member, no, not he. So when we parted from
Leyden to come hither, and I went to bid good-by to my friends, James,
as you call him in English, would fain have me promise to wed no man but
him, and he would come hither so soon as he was his own master."

"And didst promise, Priscilla?"

"Well, nay and yea, John. I said I knew not what might meet me here,
and--but at long and at last I promised to wait until the first ship had
followed us, and if Jacques came in her I would--would listen to him

"And that was all thy promise, maiden?"

"Ay, and enough, for before we landed on yonder Rock, and 't was Mary
Chilton and not thee, John, who first skipt ashore"--

"Oh, mind not that just now, Priscilla."

"Well, before I myself came ashore I knew that I cared not for Jacques
De la Noye. Beside the deathbed of my mother, and again by that of my
brother, I knew that life was darker and deeper than he could fathom."

"Ay, maid, and nobly didst thou bear that sorry load of woe and care."

Priscilla's color rose, and her dark eyes flashed a message of thanks,
but without other reply she went steadily on,--

"And so soon as Philip saw me, he delivered himself of the news that
Jacques, some three months since, was wed at Saint Peter's Church to
Gertrude Bartholmei, a merry Flemish maid, who ever looked kindly on
him, and now is welcome to him."

"Say you that honestly, Priscilla?"

"As honestly as thyself could speak, lad."

"And thou 'rt heart-whole?"

"Nay, I said not exactly that."

"What! Dost really care for the captain?"

"As I care for the governor and the doctor; no more, no less."

"Priscilla, wilt be my wife?"

"Nay then, John, why didst not ask that at first rather than at last?
Thou 'rt too fond of quip and quirk and wordy warfare, John, too much
given to fence and intrigue."

"I, Priscilla! Nay then, I'll not be turned aside again, try as thou
wilt. Priscilla, wilt be my wife?"

"Nay then, I never could bear a cuckoo song all on two notes, and if
thou 'rt bound to say that phrase over and over till 't is answered"--

"'T is just what I am bound to do. Priscilla, wilt be my wife?"

"Yes, John, I will, and now I hope thou 'rt content."

"Wait till I see thee alone this evening, and I'll tell thee how
content. Oh, maiden"--

"I will wait in what patience I may until that threatened evening hour,"
interrupted Priscilla as restively as the young colt who, after long
coquetting, at last feels the bridle slipped over his head. "Mary, an'
thou hasten not there'll be little done toward supper at supper time.
Desire is naught and less than naught now that she's going home, and
Bessy Tilley thinketh only of John Howland, and the dear mother hath her
son, so who is left but thee and me to do a hand's turn."

"Here am I, Priscilla, and I'll help thee in any way thou 'lt say,"
suggested John Alden a little presuming upon his recent acceptance, and
for his pains receiving a snub that made him wince again, for Priscilla
coldly replied,--

"They say they came nigh bringing a Jack in the Fortune, but had no room
for him; so thou mayst take his place, and fetch me a bucket of water
from the spring. There's no mighty difference betwixt Jack and John."



And now began a new epoch in the life of the colony. The passengers of
the Fortune, thirty-five in number, although nominally of the same
belief and manners as the Mayflower Pilgrims, were in effect a new
element which, in spite of the generous efforts of the new-comers, did
not readily assimilate with the sober and restrained tone natural to men
who had suffered and struggled and conquered at such terrible loss to
themselves, as had the first comers.

A score of gay young fellows upon whom life sat so lightly that they
cared not how they periled it, was no doubt a valuable acquisition to
the fighting force of the colony, and almost upon the day of their
arrival the Captain enrolled, divided, and began to train them, forming
four companies of twelve men each, for some of the larger boys of the
Mayflower were now enlisted, and this force of fifty men was at least
once in every week led over to the Training Green across the brook, and
there inspected, manoeuvred, marched and counter-marched, disciplined
in prompt obedience and rapid movement; until the birds of the air who
watched from the neighboring forest should have carried a warning to
their co-aborigines, the Narragansetts, the Neponsets, the Namaskets,
and the Manomets, not yet convinced, spite of the late warning, that the
white man was their Fate against which it was but bitter defeat to
struggle. The training over, each company in turn escorted the captain
to his own quarters, and fired a salute of honor as he dismissed them.

"'T is not for mine own glory, Will, as thou who knowest me will
believe," said Standish, while the governor and he smoking a placid pipe
on the evening of the first training, discussed the events of the day.
"But in matters military even more than civil, it needs that one man
should be at the head, and command the respectful observance as well as
the obedience of those under his command. It is not Myles Standish whom
the soldiers of Plymouth salute as he enters this poor hut, but the
Captain of the Colony's forces."

"Ay, ay, Myles, I know thy humility," replied Bradford with his smile of
gentle subtlety. The captain shot an inquiring glance out of his
red-brown eyes, and in turn laughed a little uncomfortably.

"Nay now, thou 'rt laughing at me, Will. I claim no great meed of
humility to be sure, and yet thou knowest lad, that if I could serve
this emprise better by carrying a musket in the ranks"--

"Nay now, old friend, may not I smile at some jest between myself and my
pipe, but thou must tack more meaning to it than Brewster says hung on
Lord Burleigh's nod? And yet in sober sadness, Myles, 't is marvel to me
how thou, born to a great name and to such observance as awaits the
children of wealthy houses, and then, when hardly more than a boy,
placed in authority such as appertaineth to an English army officer in
time of war, how thou hast failed to become more arrogant and peremptory
than thou art. And as for a musket in the ranks, what were that to such
offices as not yet a year agone I saw thee fill around the beds of the
sick and dying in our first great plague? When had we a tenderer nurse,
a more patient watcher? What office was too loathly for thee, what
tendence too tiring?"--

"Will, an' thou holdst not thy tongue I'll leave thee to thyself."

"Thou 'lt never be so rude in thine own house, Myles. Such manners would
ill befit a Standish of Standish."

"Come now, Governor, do you disapprove of the salute, or of any other of
my military ordonnances?"

"I disapprove of naught, old comrade, but of a certain want of patience
beneath a friend's jest which I have sometimes marked, and haply it is I
who am at fault to try thee so; but Myles, there's enow to make the
governor of this colony sorry and sober, and thou shouldst not grudge
him a moment of merriment even at thine own cost."

"Nor do I, as well thou knowest, Will. 'T is only that I am as ever a
hot-headed fool and ill deserve a friend like thee. And now what thinkst
thou of Master Cushman's errand, and the chidings of those London
traders that we sent them not a cargo by the Mayflower? We who had much
ado to dig the graves of half our company and to find food for the rest,
to be rated like laggard servants because we laded not that old hulk
with merchandise for their benefit."

"Ay, Master Weston's letter was somewhat hard to bear, albeit we should
excuse much to his ignorance of our surroundings," said Bradford
placably, although the color rose to his cheek at thought of the
injustice he and his friends had suffered. "I have writ a reply,"
continued he, laying down his pipe and drawing a roll of paper from the
pocket of his leathern jerkin, "and am fain to have your mind upon it,
for I would not be over bitter, and yet was shrewdly wounded that John
Carver lying in his honored grave should be so rudely attacked. Shall I
read it?"

"Ay, an' thou wilt, though I'm more than half in mind to take passage by
the Fortune, and give Master Weston and the rest a reply after mine own

"What, and leave the train band to its own destruction! But here you
have my poor script:--

   "To the worshipful Master Thos: Weston:

   "Sir,--Your large letter written to Mr. Carver and dated the 16th of
 July 1621 I have received the 20th of Nov'br, wherein you lay many
 heavy imputations upon him and us all. Touching him he is departed this
 life, and now is at rest in the Lord from all those troubles and
 incumbrances with which we are yet to strive. He needs not my apology;
 for his care and pains were so great for the common good both ours and
 yours, as that therewith it is thought, he oppressed himself and
 shortened his days of whose loss we cannot sufficiently complain. At
 great charges in this Adventure I confess you have been, and many
 losses you may sustain; but the loss of his and many other honest and
 industrious mens lives cannot be valued at any price. Of the one there
 may be hope of recovery, but the other no recompence can make good."

"Oh, you're too mild, Bradford," burst out the captain as the reader
paused and looked up for approval. "You should bombard him with red-hot
shot, hurl a flight of grape, a volley of canister into his midst--nay
then, but I'll go myself and with a blow of my gauntlet across Master
Weston's ears"--

"Captain--Captain Standish! Master Warren hath sent me to warn your
worship that some of the new-comers are building a bonfire in the Town
Square, and sprinkling the pile with powder"--

"There, Myles, thou seest how well we can spare thee! Wouldst leave me
at the mercy of these rough companions who"--

But already the captain armed with a stout stick was half way down the
hill, and, smiling quaintly to himself Bradford relighted his pipe and
went home to finish his letter.

A week later the Fortune sailed on her return voyage carrying Cushman,
who left his son Thomas under Bradford's care until he should come
again, not knowing that his next voyage should be across the shoreless
sea whence no bark hath yet returned. Under his charge traveled Desire
Minter, loudly proclaiming her joy at returning to regions "where a body
might at least look for decent victual," and Humility Cooper, Elizabeth
Tilley's little cousin. The two seamen, Trevor and Ely, also returned,
their year of service having expired; but in spite of the dearth of
provision, already imminent owing to the unprovided condition of the
new-comers, not one of the Pilgrims embraced this opportunity of escape.

Besides her passengers, the Fortune carried valuable freight consigned
to Weston as agent of the Adventurers. The best room was given to
sassafras root, of which the colonists had gathered great store, and
with much rejoicing, for being just then the panacea of both French and
English physicians, it was worth something like forty dollars of our
present money per pound. Besides the sassafras were several hogsheads of
beaver skins, also very valuable at that time, and the rest of the hold
was filled with clapboards and other finished lumber, the whole cargo
worth at least twenty-five hundred dollars. The most precious thing on
board that little vessel however, if we except human life, was a
manuscript journal written by William Bradford and Edward Winslow, and
sent home to their friend George Morton in London, who, finding it too
good to be kept to himself, had it printed the very same year by "John
Bellamy at his shop at the Two Greyhounds, near the Royal Exchange,
London," and as he did not give the names of its authors, nor bestow any
distinctive title upon it, it came to be called "Mourt's Relation," and
was the first book ever printed about that insignificant knot of
emigrants in whom we now glory as the Forefathers of New England. But
alas for human hopes, alas for the honest rejoicings of the Pilgrims in
their goodly cargo, just before the Fortune sighted the English coast
she was captured by a French cruiser and carried into Isle Dieu. Two
weeks later the vessel, crew, and passengers were released, but the
sassafras, the beaver skins, and the lumber went to heal and warm and
house Frenchmen instead of Englishmen, and Thomas Weston's pockets still
cried out with their emptiness. Happily for the world, however, the
Frenchmen did not appreciate the "Relation," and it went peacefully on
in Robert Cushman's mails, and reached good George Morton's hands.

About a week after the sailing of the Fortune came Christmas Day, and
Bradford doing on his clothing for a good day at lumbering allowed
himself a half regretful memory of the sports and revelings with which
he and the other youth of Austerfield had been wont to observe the
Feast; but presently remembering his new beliefs, the Separatist leader
murmured something about "rags of Popery," and went down to his

"Call the men together, Howland," ordered he in some displeasure as
leaving his house axe in hand he found only his older comrades awaiting
him. "Where are the new-comers? I see none of them."

"An' it please you, Governor, Hicks and the rest of them say it goeth
against their conscience to work on Christmas Day," reported Howland
with a grim smile.

For a moment Bradford frowned, but as he caught the gay glint of
Standish's eyes his own softened, and after a brief pause he answered

"We will force no man's conscience. Tell Robert Hicks and the rest that
I excuse them until they be better informed."

At noon the wood-choppers returned to the village weary and hungry, for
already had the entire company been placed upon half rations of food, so
to continue until another cargo should arrive, or the next year's crop
be ripe. Well for their endurance that they could not foresee that no
farther cargo of provisions should ever arrive for them, from those who
had undertaken to support them, and that the next year's crop should
prove a failure. But now as they wearily toiled up the hill from the
brookside, eager for the hour of rest and the scanty meal they were
learning to value so highly, sounds of loud revelry and boisterous mirth
fell upon their ears, sounds alien to their mood, their necessities, and
on this day to their principles.

"Those runagates are holding Christmas revels in spite of you,
Governor," remarked Standish half jeeringly; while Hopkins, whose humor
just now was not far removed from mutiny, muttered that if godless men
were to play, he saw not why good Christians should be forced to work,
call it Christmas Day or any other.

"You are right, Hopkins, although somewhat discourteous in your
rectitude," replied Bradford, and hasting forward he came in sight of
the Town Square, where some fifteen or twenty of the Fortune passengers
were amusing themselves at "stool-ball," a kind of cricket, at pitching
the bar, wrestling, hopping-matches, and various other old English
sports, many of which had been encouraged and even led by the governor
in the late week of Thanksgiving. But now advancing into the midst, his
air of serene authority as much as his uplifted hand imposing silence
upon the merry rebels, who dropped their various implements, and tried
in vain to appear at ease, Bradford looking from one to another quietly

"I told you this morning that if you made the keeping of Christmas Day
matter of conscience, I should leave you alone until you were better
informed; now, however, I warn you that it goeth against my conscience
as governor of this colony to let idle men play while others work, and
if indeed you find matter of devotion in the day ye shall keep it
quietly and soberly in your housen. There shall be neither reveling nor
gaming in the streets, and that I promise you. Let whosoever owneth
these toys take them away and store them out of sight; and remember,
men, that the Apostle saith, 'If a man will not work neither shall he

Silently and shamefacedly the revelers collected bats and balls, cricket
stools, bars, poles, and iron weights, carrying them each man to his own
house, and in the afternoon the chopping party was augmented by nearly
every one of the new-comers.



A year and more from that Christmas Day has sped, and again we find
Bradford and Standish with Winslow gathered together at the governor's
house, resting after the labors of the day, smoking the consoling pipe,
and even tasting from time to time the contents of a square case bottle,
which, with a jug of hot water and a basin of sugar were set forth upon
a curious little clawfooted table worth to-day its weight in gold if
only it could have survived.

None of the three look younger than they did when they first stepped
upon the Rock; sun and wind, and winter storm and summer heat have
bronzed their English complexions and deepened the lines about the quiet
steadfast lips and anxious eyes. Already Bradford's shoulders were a
little bowed, partly by the burden of his responsibility, partly by
arduous manual labor, but upon his face had grown the serenity and
somewhat of the impassiveness into which the Egyptians loved to mould
the features of their kings,--that expression which of all others
belongs to a man who uses great power firmly and decisively, and yet
looks upon himself as but a steward, who soon or late shall be called to
render a strict account of his stewardship.

And Winslow, courtly, learned, and fit for lofty emprise, how bore he
this life of toil and privation, this constant contention with such
foes as famine, and disease, and squalor, and uncouth savagery? Look at
the portrait painted of him in London some years later, and see if there
is not an infinite weariness, a brooding _Cui bono?_ set as a seal upon
those haughty features. Can one after studying that face much wonder
that when the Massachusetts Bay authorities in 1646 besought Plymouth to
spare their sometime governor, their wise and astute statesman, to
arrange the Bay's quarrel with the Home government, Winslow eagerly
accepted the mission, although as Bradford sadly records, his going
was--"much to the weakening of this government, without whose consent he
took these employments upon him."

So well, however, did he fill the larger sphere for which his ambitious
nature perhaps had secretly pined, that after four years of arduous
service when the Massachusetts quarrel was well adjusted, and Winslow
would have returned home, President Steele, whom he had helped to found
the Society for the Propagation of the Gospel, wrote to the Colonial
Commissioners in New England that although Winslow was unwilling to be
kept longer from his family, he could not yet be spared, because his
great acquaintance and influence with members of Parliament made him
invaluable to the work in hand.

Then in 1652 the Protector, Oliver Cromwell, placed him at the head of a
committee for settling a Dutch quarrel; and in 1655 the same power named
him governor of Hispaniola, and dispatched him thither with a fleet and
body of soldiers to conquer and take possession of his new territory.
But General Venable in command of the soldiers, and Admiral Penn in
command of the fleet, fell to loggerheads as to which was the other's
superior, and even Winslow's diplomacy could not heal the breach; so the
attack upon Hispaniola proved a disgraceful failure, and as the fleet
sailed away to attack Jamaica, the Great Commissioner, as they called
him fell ill of chagrin and worry, and after a few days of wild delirium
wherein he stood upon Burying Hill, and drank of the Pilgrims' Spring,
and spoke loving words to the wife and children he should see no more,
he died, and was committed to the great deep with a salute of
two-and-forty guns, and never a kiss or tear, for all who loved him were
far away.

But all this honor, all this disaster, lies in the future, for as yet
Winslow is only seven-and-twenty, and yet the lines of ambition, of
weariness, of hauteur are foreshadowed upon his face; already Time with
his light indelible pencil has faintly traced the furrows he by and by
will plow that all who run may read.

Perhaps the least change of all is that upon the captain's face, for
before ever he landed on the Rock full twenty years of a soldier's life
had set those firm lips, and steadied those marvelous eyes, and
impressed upon every line of the deep bronzed face the air of the
vigilant commander who was both born and bred for the post he fills so
thoroughly. If any change, perhaps there is a softening one, for those
keen eyes have looked so often upon misery and need, and so little upon
bloodshed in these three last years, that they have gained somewhat of
tenderness, somewhat of human sympathy; and the look that dying men and
women have strained their glazing eyes to see to the last, is not so far
from the surface as once it was. But the governor is speaking,--

"Yes, my friends, I will confess to feeling more than a little uneasy
over the matter. This party whom our sometime friend Weston hath sent
over to settle at our very doors as it were, and to steal our trade with
the Indians, and so hold us from paying off our debt to the

"With whom he was still to abide as our Advocate," growled Standish.

"Ay. He hath doubtless served us a sorry turn by not only dividing
himself from the Adventurers, but setting up a rival trading-post of his
own," remarked Winslow.

"And worse than that is this news Squanto brings in to-day," resumed the
governor. "I mean the dealings of those new-comers with the Indians."

"Yes, they carry themselves like both knaves and fools, and will
presently find their own necks in the noose," said Standish rapping the
ashes out of his pipe with such force as to break it.

"But worse again than that," suggested Winslow quietly, "is the danger
they bring upon us. Hobomok warneth me that there is a wide discontent
growing among the red men, springing from the conduct of these men at
Weymouth as they call it. The Neponsets have suffered robbery, and
insult, and outrage at their hands, and both the Massachusetts on the
one hand and the Pokanokets on the other are in sympathy with them. Then
you will see, brethren, that Canonicus with his Narragansetts, who
already hath sent us his cartel of defiance, will make brief alliance
with Massasoit, and all will combine to drive every white man from the
country. There is hardly any bound to the mischief these roysterers at
Weymouth have set on foot."

"And Massasoit no longer our friend, since we refused to send him poor
Squanto's head," said Bradford meditatively.

"Yes," laughed the captain. "'T is food for mirth, were a man dying, to
see Squanto skulk at our heels like a dog who sees a lion in the path.
He hardly dares step outside the palisado, for fear some envoy of
Massasoit's shall pounce upon him."

"'T is a good lesson to teach him discretion," said Winslow. "Certes he
stirred up strife between us and the sachem with his cock-and-bull

"Especially when he sent his squaw to warn us that Canonicus with
Massasoit and Corbitant were on the way from Namasket to devour us."

"Ay, no wonder Massasoit was aggrieved at being so slandered, and could
he have got Tisquantum once within his clutches 't would have gone hard
with the poor fool. But never burnt child dreaded fire as he now doth
the outside of the palisado."

"Didst hear, Winslow, that t' other day when some of us were unearthing
a keg of powder buried there in the Fort, Squanto and a savage guest of
his clomb the hill to see what was going on? The magazine is passably
deep as you know, and Squanto himself had never seen it opened; so when
they saw Alden hand up the keg to Hopkins, the guest asked in the Indian
tongue what was in it, and Squanto told him 't was the plague which just
before our coming swept the land, and that the white men had captured it
and buried it here upon the hill to let loose upon their enemies; and in
the end the knave got a goodly price from his visitor for assurance that
the plague should not be liberated till he had time to reach Sandwich."

All three men laughed, but Bradford said,--"I fear me Squanto hath done
us no little harm with his double dealings, his jealousy of Hobomok, and
his craving for bribes; but withal he hath been so good a friend to us,
more than useful at the first when we knew naught of the place or how to
live, or plant, or fish, that I thought right to risk even Massasoit's
enmity rather than to give our poor knave up to his wrath."

"And then I never can forget," said Winslow, "that Squanto as only
survivor of the Patuxets was in some sort lord of the soil whereon we

"Yes truly," responded the captain with a short laugh. "Like myself he
was born to great estates and sees them enjoyed by others."

"Well then, since nothing is imminent in this matter of the Weymouth
colonists and their quarrel with the Indians, we had better, now that
the palisado around the town is complete"--

"Gates, bolts, bastions, all complete from the great rock around to the
brook," interposed Standish, his figure visibly dilating with
satisfaction. Bradford smiled and allowed his eyes to rest
affectionately for an instant upon his comrade, then continued in a
lighter tone,--

"So having fortified your hold, Captain, it is now fitting that you
should provision it. Thou knowest how in my journeyings last month I
bought and stored corn at Nauset, and Manomet, and Barnstable, and now
that we have a moment's breathing space, it were well that some one
should take the pinnace and fetch it. At the same time there will be
good occasion to feel the pulse of the various chiefs, and determine
what is their intended course and so settle our own."

"Nay, Winslow is the man for that work, Governor," replied the captain
bluntly. "I will go and get the corn, and if need be teach the savages a
lesson upon the dangers of plotting and conniving, but as to talking
smoothly with men who are lying to me"--

"But why prejudge them, Captain," began Winslow, when with a tap upon
the door Squanto himself appeared ushering in a strange Indian whom he
fluently presented as a friend of his who had come with great news.
Bidden to deliver it, the stranger stated that a great Dutch ship had
gone ashore at Sowams (Bristol), and would be wrecked unless help could
be had, and this could not be given by the Indians, for Massasoit lay
dying and no one would stir without his command.

This news changed the aspect of affairs, and Winslow was at once
appointed to pay Massasoit a visit of inquiry, and in case of his death
to make an alliance if possible with Corbitant, his probable successor
as sachem of the Pokanokets. He also was to see the commander of the
Dutch vessel, and in case of a wreck to offer the hospitality of
Plymouth to the sufferers, for in case of the famine narrowly impending
over the colony, the friendship and aid of the Dutch might become of the
last importance. Besides this, the dangerous Narragansetts were known to
have made alliance with the Dutch, and might by them be deterred from
molesting the Plymouth settlers if they were known to be their friends.

"And so, Myles," declared Bradford finding himself alone with his friend
at the end of the informal council, "thou must e'en go by thyself for
the corn, with what men thou dost call for, and I doubt not we shall
find thee burgeon into a diplomatist equal at least to the great Cecil
or to Sir Walter Raleigh"--

"Ay, and that minds me," interrupted Standish "of the news sent us by
good Master Huddlestone of the Betsey, how the Virginia savages had
massacred three hundred and forty-seven of Raleigh's settlers, and would
have made an end of them but for warning given by a friendly Indian."

"Ay, it was heavy news, and a timely warning," said the governor losing
his air of gayety and sighing deeply. "And if indeed Weston's men have
angered the Neponsets to the pitch we fear, the news of this Virginia
success will embolden them to undertake the same revenge. Be wary,
Standish, and very gentle in thy dealings. If war is determined, let it
be entered upon deliberately and formally; take not the matter into
thine own hands and mayhap lose us our commander just at the onset."

"Ay Will, 'I'll roar thee gently' as any sucking dove, an' there seemeth
need to roar at all."

"Best not roar at all until all thy comrades may join in unison," and
once more Bradford's face lighted with its peculiar smile, the sort of
smile one might bestow upon his double should he meet him and address
him with a jest unknown to any other.

And so it came to pass that the next morning's rising sun saw two
important expeditions leaving the hamlet in opposite directions. Toward
the dark and almost pathless woods at the North marched Winslow
accompanied by Master John Hampden, then visiting the colony and
studying the science of republican government in its most perfect,
because most simple, development. With them went Hobomok as guide and
interpreter, and after them went the tearful prayers of Susanna Winslow,
who loved her new lord better than she had the father of baby Peregrine
toddling at her side, as she stood in the cabin door to gaze after the
little group already almost out of sight, and making now for the
"Massachusetts trail" where it crosses Jones's River in Kingston. And as
one driving over that pleasant road which now intersects the old trail
pauses to look up its green ascent, or on across the placid stream it
forded, does he not almost catch sight of the goodly forms of those
young men, quaintly clad in doublet and hose and the wide hats or the
close barret caps of the day, led by the sleek slender savage who
patiently stood by, while Winslow turned and pointed out the beauties of
sea and shore to his thoughtful companion.

"A pleasant sight, a goodly scene," said Hampden, as at last they turned
away and struck into the dense forest. "If it be God's will I for one
shall be well content to return hither and end my days."

"And yet there is world's work to do yonder for a man with an eye to
read the times," said Winslow flinging a hand eastward.

       *       *       *       *       *

"No wife or child to see me off, Mistress Winslow," said the captain as
he passed the door where Susanna lingered, and she, smiling with the
tear in her eye, answered pleasantly,--

"Then why not purvey thee one, Captain Standish? Well I wot you need not
long go a-begging."

"Nay, none will look on a battered old soldier when fresh young faces
are at hand," replied Standish casting a whimsical glance after Alden
who preceded him down the hill, while the matron shook her head
murmuring,--"Such fools as maids will be!"

Besides Alden, the captain had chosen five men, enough to man the boat,
and to make a good defense in case of attack, but among these he had
included none of the fire-eaters, none of the independent souls of the
little colony. Alden, to whom the captain had given the names of those
to be summoned, had noted this feature of the selection, and ventured to
comment upon it approvingly.

"Ay, lad," replied his master with a grim smile. "'T is a service of
danger, and a service of diplomacy, and I must have my force well in
hand with no danger of a baulk from within. Dost know how the Romans
conquered the world? I bade thee study my Cæsar in thy leisure moments."

"By power to command, Master?"

"Nay, boy, but by power to obey. Their forces moved as one man, as a
grand machine, and so they carried the Roman eagles to all the known
world. There's the model of a Roman soldier in that big Book yonder. He
says to his Sovereign Lord, 'Give not yourself the inconvenience of
coming to heal my servant, but send some spirit to carry the command. I
know how it is; I also am under the commands of my general, and men are
under me. I say to this one, Go, and he goeth; and to the other, Come,
and he cometh; and to my servant, Do this, and he doeth it.' There's the
model of a soldier for you, John Alden; perfect obedience rendered,
perfect obedience expected, perfect faith in the commander-in-chief.
Now, then, off upon your errand, sir, and mind you tarry not at the
Elder's house. There is no errand there."

The shallop's first port was Nauset, and here, although the corn was
obtained and loaded without difficulty, a thief stole some clothes from
the boat while it was for the moment unguarded; and finding mild words
of no avail in their recovery, Standish sought Aspinet, who was
encamped at a little distance from the shore, and refusing all
hospitality or friendly conversation roundly announced that unless the
missing articles were restored without delay he should at once make sail
for Plymouth and declare war upon the whole tribe.

Marching down to his boat closely followed by Alden the captain suddenly
paused and struck his heel upon the ground.

"Now then, I was to roar like a dove, and I have howled like any wolf!
And I to preach obedience! nay then, John, thou 'rt free to flout me as
thou wilt."

"But, Captain, so far as I heard the governor's command it was only to
fetch some corn," suggested Alden slyly. "All else was left at your
discretion, as indeed all matters military are. Such was the tenor of
the vote that made you our Captain."

"Come, now, John, that's not ill thought on; that's not so dull as might
be," replied the captain glancing merrily at his follower. "Thou 'st
been studying under Winslow as well as Standish. Well, then, let us wait
and see what comes of my roar."

An hour later as the boat's crew sat around their camp-fire eating their
frugal dinner, the sound of many feet was heard breaking through the
neighboring thickets, and Standish with a glance at Alden said

"Stand to your arms, men, but softly and without offense until we see
the need. The savages are in force."

But as it turned out the force was but a guard of honor to Aspinet, who
came in state, followed by two women bringing the stolen coats
elaborately bound around with gayly colored withes; these they at once
took on board and laid in the cuddy, while Aspinet improving upon
Tisquantum's former lessons as to the mode of saluting sovereigns seized
upon Standish's hand, and much to his disgust licked it from wrist to
fingers, at the same time bending his knee in uncouth genuflection.

"Enough, enough, Aspinet," exclaimed the captain half laughing, half
revolted at the homage. "The coats are returned I see"--

"And I have much beaten him who took them," averred Aspinet
complacently. "And Aspinet is the friend of the white men though all
other Indians turn against them."

"Why, that is well, sachem," replied Standish, who was already able to
converse freely with the red men in their own tongue. "Keep you to that
mind, and hold your tribe to it, and no harm's done. And now men, all
aboard, and we will be off."

With a fair wind the shallop soon made Barnstable or Mattachiest, and
here Iyanough (or Janno) met them on landing with protestations of
welcome so profuse and unusual that the captain was at once upon his
guard, especially as he noticed among the crowd many new faces which he
was confident belonged to Massachusetts Indians. Night falling before
the corn could be loaded, and ice making so suddenly as to freeze the
shallop in before she fairly floated, the captain was obliged to accept
an invitation for himself and crew to sleep in one of the Indian huts;
but as the chief with some of his principal men escorted them to it,
Standish's quick eye surprised a glance between one of the strangers and
a Pamet Indian called Kamuso, who had always appeared to be one of the
warmest friends of the white men, but in whose manner to-night Standish
felt something of treachery and evil intention.

And he was right, for Kamuso had been won over to the conspiracy
beginning with the Narragansetts and extending all the way down the
Cape, and so soon as runners from the Nausets had warned the Mattakees
that Standish and a small crew were about to land among them, it was
agreed that now was the best time to cut off The-Sword-of-the-White-Men,
and so deprive the colony of one of its principal safeguards. Janno
himself would fain have spared Standish, with whom he had ever been on
friendly terms; but Kamuso so wrought upon the Mattakee warriors that
their sachem was forced either to drop the reins altogether or to suffer
his unruly steeds to take their own course. Like Pontius Pilate he chose
the latter course, and to his own destruction. Before the pinnace was
anchored, the plan of the massacre was fully laid, and Kamuso had
claimed the glory of killing The Sword with his own hand.

But the subtle instinct which was Standish's sixth sense warned him of
some unknown danger, and having carefully inspected the wigwam offered
to his use, he directed that the fire newly kindled outside the door
should be extinguished; and while the Indians officiously busied
themselves in doing this, the captain by a word, a look, a sign, drew
his men inside the hut, and rapidly conveyed to them his suspicions, and
enjoined the greatest caution upon all.

"The fire would have bewrayed our forms to archers hidden in yonder
thicket," added he. "And as I will have half to watch while the others
sleep, the watch must keep themselves under shelter of the cabin and
away from any chance of ambush."

Murmurs of wrath, of wonder, but of acquiescence arose from the half
dozen bearded throats around, and the captain at once set the watch, to
be relieved every two hours. In vain Janno offered another wigwam if
this were too small, and urged that all his white brothers should sleep
at once while his own men watched; in vain Kamuso tried to attach
himself to the party inside, meaning to stab the captain in his sleep;
without a show of anger or suspicion Standish put both attempts aside,
and finally with a jeering laugh advised Janno to retire to his own
wigwam and to order his braves to do the same, for some of the white men
as he averred were given to discharging their pieces in their sleep, or
at any shadow that came within range, and it might happen that some of
his friends should thus come by harm, which would be a great grief to

"The Sword has pierced our intention," said Janno to Kamuso in their own
tongue as the two withdrew. "Better give it up. He has eyes all around

"I will kill him," retorted Kamuso sullenly. "To-night, to-morrow, next
week,--I will kill him."

The next day so soon as the shallop floated and was loaded Standish
embarked, sick at heart as he received the slavish homage of Janno, whom
he had liked and trusted so much, and who even while he yielded to the
plot for the captain's death and that of all his friends really clung to
him in love and reverence. Poor Janno, weak but not wicked, his
punishment was both swift and stern; for fleeing a little later from the
vengeance of the white men, he perished miserably among the swamps and
thickets of Barnstable, and his lonely grave was only lately discovered.
Go and look at his bones in Pilgrim Hall at Plymouth and muse upon the
dangers of cowardice and weakness.

As the shallop pushed off from shore, an Indian came running down the
beach, and with a cat-like spring leaped upon the deck. It was Kamuso,
who said he was bound for Sandwich and would beg a passage in the

A sudden spark kindled in the captain's red-brown eyes and one hand
tugged impatiently at his moustache, but he said nothing, and the Indian
proceeded to make himself useful in a variety of ways; and as the wind
was favorable and the distance short, Standish made no open objection to
the company of the spy, but busied himself with freshly charging his
weapons, and curiously examining every inch of Gideon's shining blade.

A little after noon the shallop made the harbor of Sandwich, or as the
Pilgrims called it Manomet, and Standish at once went ashore, eager to
see if Canacum shared in the wide-spread disaffection of the Indians.
But ten minutes in the sachem's wigwam convinced the wary observer that
something was wrong, for the old friendliness of manner had given place
to restraint and formality; and although Canacum was very ready to
deliver the corn, and professed great pleasure at the captain's visit,
his voice and manner were both cold and false, and such of his braves as
came into the wigwam showed a very different face from what Standish had
hitherto encountered.

Suddenly a sound was heard without, and as the captain sprang to his
feet and laid his hand upon Gideon's hilt, the door-mat was thrust
aside, and two Indians recognized by their paint as Neponsets entered
the cabin. Canacum received them with effusive cordiality, and presented
the principal one to Standish as Wituwamat a pniese of the Neponsets.

Standish received the careless salutation of the new-comer in silent
gravity, and stepping to the door summoned Howland and Alden to his
side, first however sending a message to the boat-keepers to be well on
guard against a surprise.

Returning into the hut with his two friends, the captain found Wituwamat
upon his feet beginning an impassioned harangue to Canacum, who listened
uneasily. Standish was already an excellent Indian scholar, and could
converse in several dialects with great ease; but so soon as he appeared
Wituwamat fell into a style so figurative and blind, and took pains to
use such unusual and obsolete expressions, that Canacum himself could
hardly understand him, and Standish was soon left hopelessly in the
background. At a later day, however, one of the warriors then present
repeated to the captain the amount of the Neponset's message, which was
that Obtakiest, sachem of the Neponsets, had entered into a solemn
compact with Canonicus, sachem of the Narragansetts, to cut off the
Weymouth colonists, root and branch; but that as the Plymouth men would
assuredly revenge their brethren, it was necessary that they should
perish as well, and that while the two chiefs mentioned advanced upon
the settlement from the west, they invited Canacum, Janno, and Aspinet
to fall upon them from the east, and having slain man and boy to equably
divide the women and other plunder. As earnest of his authority
Wituwamat here presented Canacum with a knife stolen or bought from the
Weymouth settlers, and jeeringly said the coward pale faces had brought
over the weapons that should cut their own throats.

Having thus delivered his message, the Neponset indulged himself in a
burst of self-glorification, boasting that he had in his day killed
both French and Englishmen, and that he found the sport very amusing,
for they died crying and making wry faces more like children than men.

"What is the impudent villain saying, and what means that knife,
Captain?" muttered Howland in the captain's ear, but he shaking his head
impatiently replied,--

"He means violence and treachery of some sort, but what form it takes I
wot not. Be on your guard, John."

The harangue ended, refreshments were served, but the Neponsets were now
treated with so much more courtesy and attention than the white men that
Standish refusing the poorer portion offered to him and his comrades,
rose and indignantly left the cabin, ordering his men to construct a
shelter near the beach, and there cook some of the provisions they had
brought. But they had hardly begun to do this when Kamuso appeared, full
of indignant protests at Canacum's inhospitality, and loudly declaring
that an affront to his friends was an affront to him, and he should
desert the wigwam where the red men were feasting, and share the humbler
fare of his white friends.

"Well, I wish thou hadst brought along a kettle to cook some corn in!"
exclaimed Standish with something of his old joviality of manner, for
his suspicions in falling upon Canacum had in some degree lifted from
Kamuso, who certainly played his part with wonderful skill, and had he
been white instead of red, and civilized instead of savage, might have
left his name on record as a diplomatist beside that of Machiavelli or
Ignatius Loyola.

"A kettle! My brother would like a kettle!" exclaimed he now. "Nay, a
friend of mine hath one which I will buy of him and present to The
Sword. I am rich, I Kamuso, and can make rich presents to those I love."

And rushing back to the wigwams, he presently returned with a good-sized
brass kettle, which he ostentatiously laid at the captain's feet,
refusing the handful of beads Standish offered in return.

"Hm!" growled the captain. "That's not in nature. Alden use the kettle
an' thou wilt, but after, return it to the Pamet. We'll not have them
making a Benjamin's sack of our shallop."

After dinner Standish so peremptorily demanded that his corn should at
once be put aboard that Canacum could do nothing but yield. The squaws
were summoned, and John Alden stood by with pencil and paper, keeping
tally as each delivered her basket-full on the beach, while Howland
standing mid-leg deep in the icy water shot it over the gunwale.

"Here men, bear a hand, and let us get this thing over and be off,"
commanded Standish, himself seizing a full basket and motioning Dotey to

"And I, and I, my brother!" exclaimed Kamuso in his loud braggadocio
manner as he awkwardly lifted a third. "Never in all my life have I done
squaw's work, for I am a brave, I am a pniese, but what my brother does
I do."

"Nay, 't is too much honor!" replied Standish with his grimmest smile;
"especially as thou art somewhat awkward"--

And in effect the Pamet as he tried to swing the full basket off his
shoulder lost his hold, and the corn came showering down upon the sand.
At length, however, the tale was complete, and as the tide was out, and
night coming on, the captain decided to camp once more upon the beach,
refusing somewhat curtly the pressing invitation sent by Canacum that
the white men should sleep in his house. And once more Kamuso loudly
proclaimed that he was of the white men's party and should share their
quarters wherever they might be. Standish silently permitted him to do
as he would, but, as on the previous evening, he divided the little
company into watches, one to sleep and one to stand on guard.

"So soon as he sleeps I shall kill him," muttered Kamuso to Wituwamat,
as they secretly met behind Canacum's wigwam. "Give me now the knife
sent by Obtakiest."

"Here it is, brother, and when it is red with the blood of The Sword it
shall be thine own. Else it returns to him who sends it."

"It shall be red, it shall drink, it shall drip with the brave blood, it
shall shine as the sun rising across the waters! It shall feast, and
Kamuso shall be chief of Obtakiest's pnieses; yes, he shall be sachem of
the Massachusetts!"

Wituwamat made no reply in words, but as he turned away shivered
heavily. Perhaps a premonition of his own terrible fate crossed his
brain, perhaps the hooting of the owl just then skimming across the
thicket stirred his superstitious fancy, but without a word he reëntered
the wigwam; and Kamuso concealing the knife went back to the randevous,
where already the first watch slept, and Standish, in command of the
second, stood beside the fire leaning on his snaphance, and, deep in
meditation fixed his eyes upon the approaching savage so sternly that he
believing that all was discovered was on the point of springing at his
prey, and risking all upon one sudden blow, when the captain, awaking
from his reverie, sighed profoundly, and perceiving for the first time
Kamuso's approach quietly said,--

"So it is thee, Pamet! Go back and sleep warm in the wigwams of the
Mattakees. We need no help here."

"Kamuso is no Mattakee; Kamuso is the friend of the white men. While The
Sword wakes, Kamuso will gaze upon him and learn how to become the
terror of his foes."

"'T is easier to be the terror of one's foes than the delight of one's
friends," muttered Standish gloomily, and then pulling himself together
he stirred the embers with his heel, and throwing on more wood said

"E'en as thou wilt. Kamuso, go or stay, watch or sleep, 't is all one to

And marching up and down the strip of level beach the soldier hummed an
old ballad song of Man, which Rose had loved to sing, and clean forgot
the savage who, crouching in the shadow, fingered the knife hilt hidden
in his waist cloth, and never removed the gaze of his snaky eyes from
the figure of his destined prey.

The night went on, and Standish waked the second watch and dismissed the
first, but still himself took no rest, nor felt the need of it, as he
paced up and down, his outward senses alert to the smallest sign, and
his memory roaming at will over scenes for many years forgot; over
boyhood's eager days, his mother's tenderness, his father's death upon a
French battle-field, his own early days as a soldier, his home-coming
to find Barbara acting a daughter's part to the dying mother--Rose--ah
Rose! He stood a moment at the point of his promenade furthest from the
randevous, his back to the fire, his gaze fixed upon the sea whose lapping
waves seemed whispering with sobbing sighs, Rose!--Rose!--Rose!--

A faint sound upon the shingle caught the outward ear of the soldier,
and wheeling instinctively he faced the Pamet, who with his hand upon
the hilt of the dagger had crept up to within six feet of his victim,
and already had selected the spot between those square shoulders where
the fatal blow should be planted.

"Ha savage! What does this mean! Why are you tracking me!" demanded the
captain angrily, but the wily Indian, instead of starting back and
betraying himself by terror, advanced quietly, not even removing his
hand from the hidden knife hilt, and answered smoothly in his own

"The red man's moccason sounds not upon the sand as the white man's
boot. I did but come to ask my lord if he will not rest at all. Midnight
is long past, and the day must bring its labors. Will not The Sword
sheath for a while his intolerable splendor in sleep, while his slave
watches for him?"

"Why, Kamuso, thou 'rt more than eloquent! Pity but thou shouldst be
trained, and brought to London to show off before the King!" laughed
Standish. "But sleep and I have quarreled for to-night. I know not how
it is, but never after a sound night's rest did I feel more fresh and on
the alert. Go thou and sleep if thou 'rt sleepy, but come not creeping
after me again, or I'll send thee packing! I like not such surprises."

"The will of my lord is the will of his slave," meekly replied Kamuso,
and crept back to his former sheltered nook beside the fire. The chill
March night grew on toward morning, the east reddened with an angry
glare, the solemn stars wheeled on their appointed courses, and Mars,
who had held the morning watch, gave way to Sol, bidding him have a care
of his son, whom he had left gazing with sleepless eyes across the
waters to the East.

"Up, men! 'T is morning at last, and surely never was a night so long as
this. Up, and let us break our fast and be off within the hour!"

So cried the captain, and in a moment all his command was afoot and
active. Kamuso, his face black with sullen rage, retreated to the
wigwams to confess his defeat to Wituwamat and Canacum, who listening
said quietly,--

"His totem is too strong for us. The Sword will never fall before the

"It is because he is so strong that Obtakiest took a knife of the white
man's make and use, and sent it. The powah that charmed the weapons of
The Sword may have charmed this knife also."

And Kamuso drawing the Weymouth knife from his belt regarded it with
disgust for a moment, then thrusting it back into his belt doggedly

"But all is not over. Wait, my brothers, wait for the end, and then say
if Kamuso is a fool."

As the pinnace drew out of Manomet Harbor Standish for the first time
perceived that the Pamet was aboard her, and rather sharply demanded,--

"Whither bound now, Kamuso? Thou didst but ask passage to Manomet."

"My white brothers have not all the corn they need, have they?" asked
the Indian, an air of humble sympathy pervading his voice and manner.

"Nay. If the famine we forebode is upon us we need twice, thrice, as
much as this, before the harvest not yet sown is ready for use."

"For that then is Kamuso here. At Nauset, Aspinet hath great store of
corn hidden from the white men, but it is not his alone, it is mine, it
is the tribe's, it is The Sword's. Let my lord come to Nauset and I will
have his canoe filled to the brim, there shall not be room to put in one
grain more--Kamuso says it."

"Hm! That would be a matter of fifty bushels or more," replied Standish
literally. "What say you, Howland? What is your mind, men?"

Various brief replies showed that the mind of the crew was to obey the
captain's orders, and after a moment's thought he muttered to Howland in

"I like not this fellow's carriage. He is too smooth to be honest, and
yet what can one wretched savage do against seven men armed and on their
watch? But pass the word among the rest to be wary, and Alden, I leave
it in charge to thee, lad, in case the savage treacherously smites me as
I think he meant last night, do thou avenge me."

"He'll not breathe thrice after his blow, Master," replied Alden in his
deepest tones.

"Well said, lad; but gentle thy face and eke thy voice, or he'll
suspect. Now then, lads, put her before this western wind, and ho for
Nauset once more!"

The command was obeyed, but lo the wind, which had since sunrise blown
softly from the south of west making a fair breeze for Nauset near the
end of the Cape, now suddenly hauled round with angry gusts and
gathering mists, until it stood in the northeast right in the teeth of
the shallop's course, while every sign of sky and sea foreboded a
gathering storm.

"His totem is too strong," muttered the Pamet in his throat, and the
hand beneath his garment clinching the handle of the dagger seized with
it a handful of his own flesh and gripped it savagely, while in silence
he called upon his gods for help.

But none came, more than to the priests of Baal what time Elijah jeered
them, and after a brief consultation with his crew Standish once more
altered his course, and the pinnace with double-reefed sails flew before
the rising wind like a hunted creature to her covert, bearing
The-Sword-of-the-White-Men safely to his post.



Yes, a Pot of Broth, and one more classic than any black broth ever
supped by Spartan; more pregnant of Fate than the hell-broth compounded
by Macbeth's witches; broth in which was brewed the destiny of a great
nation, broth but for whose brewing I certainly, and you, if you be of
Pilgrim strain, had never been, for in its seething liquid was dissolved
a wide-spread and most powerful conspiracy that in its fruition would
have left Plymouth Rock a funeral monument in a field of blood.

Hardly an hour after the pinnace had landed its passengers at the Rock,
and the Pamet, sullenly declining farther hospitality, had proceeded on
his way to meet Obtakiest and report his ill success, when Winslow with
John Hampden and Hobomok entered the village from the north, sore spent
with travel and scanty food, but laden with matter of the profoundest
interest. A Council of the chiefs, including nearly all of the Mayflower
men, was immediately called together in the Common house, now used
altogether for these assemblages and for divine worship, and first
Standish and then Winslow were called upon for their reports.

The captain's was given with military brevity.

"I have brought a hundred bushels of corn and all the men I carried
away. The savages are no doubt disaffected, and a notorious
blood-thirsty rascal called Wituwamat, a Neponset, brought Canacum a
knife wherewith to kill some one, and I fancy 't is myself; but though
he impudently delivered both knife and message in my presence, he so
wrapped up his meaning in new and strange phrases, that I could make but
little of it. Perhaps Master Winslow can read my riddle as well as tell
his own story."

"Methinks I can, Captain," replied Winslow pleasantly; and then in
smooth and polished phrase bearing such resemblance to Standish's rough
and brief utterances as a rapier doth to a battle-axe, the future Grand
Commissioner narrated how he had found Massasoit as it seemed already
dying, for he could neither see, nor swallow either medicine or food.

The sachem's wigwam was so crowded with visitors that the white men
could scarcely edge their way in, and around the bed circled the powahs
at their incantations, "making," said Winslow, "such a hellish noise as
distempered us that were well, and was therefore unlike to ease him that
was sick."

This ended, and about half the guests persuaded to withdraw, the dying
chief was with difficulty made to understand who were his visitors, and
feebly groping with his hand he faintly murmured,--

"_Winsnow, keen Winsnow?_" (Is it you Winsnow?) To which Winslow gently
replied, grasping the cold hand,--

"It is Winslow who is come to see you, sachem."

"I shall never see thee again, Winsnow," muttered the dying man, and
those standing by explained that the sight had left his eyes some hours

But Winslow, after patiently repeating over and over the message of
sympathy and friendship delivered him by the governor, produced a little
pot of what he calls a confection of many comfortable conserves, and
with the point of his knife inserted a portion between the sick man's

"It will kill him! He cannot swallow," declared the favorite wife, who
stood chafing her lord's hands; but presently as the conserve, prepared
by Doctor Fuller and of rare virtue, melted, it trickled down the
patient's throat, who presently whispered, "More!" and Winslow well
pleased administered several doses. Then, finding the mouth whose
muscles had now relaxed, foul with fever, this courtly and haughty
gentleman, this necessity of the Lord Protector of England, this Grand
Commissioner of the future, with his own hands performed a nurse's
loathly work, and ceased not until the sachem, refreshed, relieved,
rescued from death, was able to ask for drink, when Hampden prepared
some of the confection with water, and Winslow administered it. All
night this work went on, and when morning broke, the sick man could see
and hear and swallow as well as ever he could, and his appetite
returning he demanded broth such as he had tasted at Plymouth.

Now that especial broth was a delicious compound of Priscilla's
compounding, and Winslow knew no more of its recipe than you or I do,
nor were any materials such as should go to the making of white man's
broth at hand. Worst of all, Winslow had never taken note or share in
culinary labors, for Susanna was a notable housewife and had both men
and maids at her command; but a willing mind is a powerful teacher, and
not only Winslow the man, was full of Christian charity, but Winslow the
statesman desired intensely that Massasoit should remain sachem of the
Pokanokets, instead of making way for Corbitant, who had once declared
his enmity to the white men, and had only been put down by the strong

So Winslow leaving his patient for a moment went into the fresh air,
both to revive himself and to write a hasty note, begging Doctor Fuller
to send not only some medicine suited to the case, but a pair of
chickens, and a recipe for making them into broth, with such other
material as might be needed.

Fifty miles of forest lay between Sowams and Plymouth, but a swift
runner was dispatched at once with the missive, and the promise of a
rich reward if he hastened his return; then Winslow turned to his
fellow-statesman who stood looking on with an amused smile.

"Master Hampden, know you how to make broth?" demanded he.

"I have no teaching but mother wit," replied Hampden. "And you are
richer in that than I."

"Nay then--here Pibayo, is that thy name?"

"Ahhe," replied the squaw modestly.

"Thou hast corn in store?"

"Ahhe," again replied the woman, and Winslow making the most of his
little stock of Indian words directed her to bruise some of the maize in
her stone mortar, and meantime calling for one of the egg-shaped earthen
stew-pans used by the natives, he half filled it with water, and settled
it into the hot ashes of the open air fire. The maize ready, he winnowed
it in his hands, blowing away the husks and chaff, and poured the rest
into the boiling water.

"So far well," remarked he gayly to Hampden; "but what next? I remember
in the garden of our home at Droitwich there was a gay plot of golden
bloom that my mother called broth marigolds, but we shall hardly come by
such in this wilderness."

"Methinks there are turnips in broth," ventured Hampden.

"And there are turnips in Plymouth, but that is not here," retorted
Winslow. "Come, let us see what herbs Dame Nature will afford."

A little search and some questioning showed the herbalists a goodly bush
of sassafras, and Winslow, who with the rest of his generation ascribed
almost magical virtues to this plant, enthusiastically tugged up several
of its roots, and cleansing them in the brook, sliced them thinly into
his broth. Finally he added a handful of strawberry leaves, the only
green thing to be found, and leaving the mess to stew for a while, he
strained it through his handkerchief, and presented it to his patient
who eagerly drank a pint of it.

Perhaps there really is magic in sassafras, perhaps the child of nature
throve upon this strictly Pre-Raphaelitish composition, perhaps Indian
gruel with strawberry leaves in it and strained through a pocket
handkerchief is the disguise under which the Elixir Vitæ masquerades
among us; certain it is that beneath its benign influence the sachem of
the Pokanokets revived so rapidly that when, twenty-four hours from his
departure, the runner arrived with the chickens and the physic, his
master frankly threw the physic to the dogs, and handed over the fowls
to Pibayo, bidding her guard them carefully, feed them well, and order
them to lay eggs and provide chickens for future illnesses.

So this was the fateful broth of which we spoke but now, and its results
were immediate, for although Massasoit himself said nothing more

"Now I perceive that the English are my friends and love me, and while I
live I will never forget this kindness that they have showed me," he in
a private conclave with some of his most trusted pnieses solemnly
charged Hobomok with a message for Winslow, only to be delivered however
as upon their return they came within sight of Plymouth. This message,
to hear which the Council had been convened, was to the effect that the
Neponsets had fully determined to fall upon the Weymouth settlers and
cut them off root and branch so soon as two of them, who were
ship-carpenters, had completed some boats they were now building to the
order of the Indians.

The forty braves of the Neponset tribe were fully equal to this task,
and if the Plymouth Colony would remain neutral they had no desire to
injure them; but knowing full well that they would not, and having
moreover a superstitious dread of Standish's prowess and abilities, they
had arranged with all the tribes lying near Plymouth to join with them,
and on an appointed day to massacre the entire colony.

"Ay, ay," interrupted Standish at this point of Winslow's narrative.
"Now do I comprehend some of the figures and parables of Wituwamat's
impudent speech, what time he delivered the knife to Canacum. The bloody
hound--well, brother, get on with thy narrative."

So Winslow told how Massasoit had been urged again and again to join the
conspiracy, but never would, although his pride had been indeed sore
wounded by a lying story of how the governor and captain and Winslow,
his especial friend, having been told of his desperate illness, cared
naught for it, not even enough to send Hobomok his own pniese to inquire
for him; and now, being undeceived, he would himself have killed the
liar, whose name was Pecksuot, but on second thought left him to the
white men whom he earnestly charged to take the matter into their own
hands, and with no warning, no parley, to go and kill Pecksuot,
Wituwamat, Obtakiest, and several other ringleaders of the conspiracy,
for, as he assured them most earnestly and solemnly, unless these men
were promptly and effectually dealt with, both the Weymouth colony and
themselves would be overwhelmed and massacred without mercy. Finally,
the sachem added that he as Sagamore of the Pokanokets, and as it were
regent of the Massachusetts, had authority to order the punishment of
these rebels to his expressed commands for peace, and he hereby did so.

"And very sensible and good the sachem's counsel seemeth in my ears,"
remarked Standish complacently.

"Nay, Captain," replied the Elder sternly. "Men's lives are not so
lightly to be dealt withal. We came among these salvages to convert them
to the knowledge of God, not to slaughter them."

"Meseemeth, Elder," returned Standish impatiently, "it is a question of
our lives or theirs. I should be loth to see your gray hairs dabbled in
blood, and Mistress Brewster carried into captivity to drudge as the
slave of a squaw."

The elder turned even paler than his wont and covered his eyes with his
hand, but murmured,--

"God His will be done."

"Ay, so say I," replied the captain more gently. "But as I read Holy
Writ the chosen folk were often punished for sparing their foes, but
never for laying roundly on. 'Go and smite me Amalek and spare not,' is
one of many orders, and if the commander-in-chief obeyed not he was
cashiered without so much as a court-martial."

Several eager voices rose in reply, but Bradford lightly tapping the
table around which the Council was gathered said decisively,--

"These matters are too large, brethren, to be thus discussed. Let each
one declare his mind soberly and briefly, and without controversy.
To-morrow is the day appointed for our town meeting and annual election
of officers, and I will then lay the case before the whole, and also
will rehearse our own conclusions. Then, the voice of the majority shall
decide the matter."

And so began the reign of "the people" in America, for this was the
first great question to be decided since the coming of the Fortune had
so enlarged the colony that the Council was no longer composed of the
whole, as it was when the treaty with Massasoit was concluded.



The town meeting was over, and its decisions if important were
unanimous, even Elder Brewster, converted perhaps by Standish's Biblical
references, giving his voice for the stringent measures rendered
necessary by the growth and magnitude of the conspiracy.

Captain Standish with what force he might select was to take the
pinnace, and under cover of a trading expedition make a landing at
Weymouth, and first of all discover from the colonists themselves the
truth of their condition. If it should prove as represented he was to at
once attack whatever leaders of the conspiracy might be found, and in
especial he was to slay Wituwamat, of whom Massasoit had spoken as the
heart of the conspiracy, and to bring his head to Plymouth to be set
over the gate of the Fort as a proof and a warning to their neighbors on
the east, whom they would not now punish, but hoped rather to persuade.

"And now, Captain Standish, it were well that you should select those
whom you will have of your company, while we are all gathered together
here," said the governor when the primary question had been finally

Standish rose and looked thoughtfully from face to face.

"'T is a hard matter," said he at last with a gleam of pride in his
eye. "Here be fifty good men and true, and I need no more than half a

"The Neponsets number forty warriors," suggested Winslow.

"Yes, but they will not be gathered together, having no knowledge of our
purpose, and if the shallop is watched from shore, as belike it will be,
a large force of armed men would bewray our intent, and runners would
gather the braves in a few hours and so bring down a great slaughter
upon the tribe," replied the captain in confident simplicity. "But if we
go no more in number than ordinary, no more than in our late voyage to
Nauset for corn, they will suspect nothing, and the matter may be well
concluded with no more than five or six examples, Wituwamat being the

"And glad am I, brother, to see a certain tenderness of human life in
your counsels," said the elder approvingly.

"Nay, elder, I am not all out a cannibal and ogre," replied the captain.
"So now I will choose me Hopkins and Howland and Billington, and Eaton
and Browne and Cooke and Soule, seven hearts of oak and arms of steel:
it is enough."

"And not one of us Fortune men, Captain?" demanded Robert Hicks, a
stalwart fellow who afterward became almost a rebel to the colony's

"Nay, Master Hicks," replied the captain gravely. "I mean no discredit
to the courage or the good will of the new-comers, of whom you are a
principal; but this service is one of strategy as well as daring, and so
soon as the pinnace leaves yon Rock, there must be but one mind and one
will in her, and that is mine. The men whom I have chosen, my comrades
of the Mayflower, I know as I know mine own sword, and I can trust them
as I do him. There's no offense Master Hicks, but a stricken field is no
place to learn to handle a new sword or a new comrade."

"And not me, Master," said a low voice as the captain stepped out of the
Common house and turned his face homeward.

"Nay, Jack, I've a text for thee too. 'I have married a wife and cannot
come.'" And with a somewhat bitter laugh he strode on up the hill,
leaving John Alden looking sadly after him.

That night as Standish slowly entered the Fort to fire his sunset gun,
he was startled at seeing a muffled figure seated upon an empty powder
keg in an angle of the works. As he appeared she rose, and pushing back
her hood showed the beautiful face of Priscilla Molines, now strangely
pale and distraught.

"You here, Mistress Molines," exclaimed the captain somewhat sternly.
"Alden is not coming."

"It is not Alden but Captain Standish I fain would speak withal, and I
hope he will pardon my forwardness in seeking him here."

The captain briefly waved the apology aside. "Your commands, madam?"
inquired he.

"Nay, nay sir, my father's dear loved friend, my brother's tender
nurse,--mine--oh what shall I say, how shall I plead for a little
kindness. Have pity on a froward maid's distress"--

"What Priscilla, thou canst weep!"

"And why not when my heart is sorrowful unto death."

"But--there then, child, wipe thine eyes and look up and let me see thee
smile as thou art wont. What is it, maid? What is thy sorrow?"

"That you will not forgive me, sir."

"Forgive thee for what?" But the captain dropped the hand he had seized
in his sympathy, and the dark look crept back to his face.

"Thou 'rt going to a terrible danger--my friend--and it may be to thy

"Well girl, 't is not worth crying for if I am. Life is not so sweet to
me that I should over much dread to lay it down with honor."

"Oh, oh, and it is my fault!"--sobbed Priscilla.

The captain strode up and down the narrow space pulling at his red beard
and frowning thoughtfully; then stopping before the girl who stood as he
had left her, he quietly said,--

"Priscilla, I was indeed thy father's friend, and I am thine, and I fain
would have wed thee, and thou didst refuse, preferring John Alden, who
also is my friend, even as my younger brother, whose honor and well
being are dear to me as mine own. What then is the meaning of thy grief,
and what is thy request?"

"My grief is that since the day I gave John Alden my promise, you, sir,
have been no more my friend, but ever looked upon me with coldness and
disdain; and now that you go, it may be to your death, it breaketh my
heart to have it so, and I fain would beg your forgiveness for aught I
have done to offend you, though I know not what it may be."

"Know not--well, well, let it pass--'t is but one more traverse. Yes
child, I forgive thee for what to me seemed like something of scorn and
slight, something of double dealing and treachery--nay, we'll say no
more on 't. Here is my hand, Priscilla--and surely thy father's friend
may for once taste thy cheek. Now child, we're friends and dear friends,
and if yon savage sheathes his knife in my heart perhaps thou 'lt shed
a tear or two, and say a prayer for the soul of--thy father's friend.
And now thy petition, for time presses."

"That thou wilt take John Alden with thee."

"What then! Who shall read a woman's will aright! I left him at home for
thy sake, Priscilla."

"So I guessed and I thank you--nay, I thank you not for so misjudging
me." And the fire in the hazel eyes upraised to his, dried the tears

"Why, what now! Dost want thy troth-plight lover slain?"

"No in truth, nor do I want my troth-plight friend, for thou art that
now, slain; but neither do I want the one nor the other to lurk safely
at home when his brothers are at the war. There's no coward's blood in
my heart more than in yours, Captain Standish, and I care not to shelter
any man behind my petticoats. I have not wed John Alden all this long
year and more, because I would not wed with your frown black upon my
heart, and I will not wed him now until he hath showed himself a man
upon that same field whence you do not greatly care to come alive."

"Nay, Priscilla, I care more now for life than I did an hour since, for
I have a friend."

"And you will take John, and if he comes home alive you'll smile upon
our marriage?"

"Yes girl, yes to both. God bless you, Priscilla, for a brave and true
woman. And now--good-night."

A moment later as the dark clad figure flitted down the hill Standish
stood with bared head and fixed eyes silent for a little space, and then
the boom of the sunset gun sounded in solemn Amen to the soldier's
silent prayer.



The next morning as the village sat at breakfast, two men at half an
hour's interval passed hastily down the forest trail, and entering the
town sought the governor's house.

The first was Wassapinewat, brother of Obtakiest, chief of the
Neponsets, who, having suffered both wounds and terror in Corbitant's
attempted rebellion, now hastened to turn State's evidence, and while
warning the white men of his brother's intended attack wash his hands of
any share in it.

The other visitor was a long lank Caucasian, Phineas Pratt by name,
carpenter by trade, Weymouth settler by position. This man half dead
with suffering of various sorts, footsore and weary, came stumbling down
the King's Highway just as Bradford came out of his own door followed by
Wassapinewat, at sight of whom Phineas started and trembled, then
pointing a finger at him shrieked,--

"Have a care, Governor! 'T is one of the bloody salvages sworn to take
all our lives!"

"Nay, friend Pratt, for I remember thee well, 't is a penitent robber
now, come to warn us of danger. Methinks thine errand may be the same.
Come in, and after due refreshment tell us the truth of this matter."

But weary as he was, the excited fugitive would pause for neither rest
nor refreshment until he had poured out his story of the wrongs, the
insults, the threats with which the Neponsets had harassed the Weymouth
men in their weakness, in part revenging the foul wrongs they while
strong had put upon the savages, until in an Indian council of the day
before, it had been formally resolved to wait only for two days' more
work upon the boats which Phineas and another were finishing, and then
to inaugurate the massacre.

Both Pratt and Wassapinewat had by different channels learned the result
of this council, and each had resolved to not only save himself from the
explosion of this mine, but to warn the Plymouth colonists of their
danger, and each had set out by a slightly different route from the
other and made the journey in ignorance of the other's movements.

It was afterward discovered, however, that Pratt's flight was at once
discovered, and an Indian dispatched to overtake and kill him, a
catastrophe averted by the carpenter's straying from the path in the
darkness, so that his pursuer reached Plymouth, and went on to Manomet
before the village was astir.

These two confirmatory reports were very welcome to Bradford, upon whom
the nominal responsibility of the expedition rested, and to the elder
whose reverend face was very pale and grave in these days.

Standish, however, as he had felt no doubts, now felt no added impulse,
but went quietly on, seeing his command and his stores embarked, and
examining personally the arms of his eight soldiers.

At last all was ready, the men seated each at his post, Hobomok in the
bow, and Standish at the stern, the men and boys who stayed behind
grouped upon the shore, while a vague cloud of skirts and kirtles
hovered upon the brow of Cole's Hill, when Elder Brewster, baring his
white head, stepped upon the Rock, and raising his hands to heaven
prayed loud and fervently that the God of battles, the God of victory,
the God of their fathers, would bless, protect, and prosper those who
went forth in His name to do battle for His Right; and as the old man's
voice rose clear and sonorous in its impassioned appeal, the first
breath of a favoring wind came out of the South, and the lapping waves
of the incoming tide answered melodiously to the deep diapason of the
Amen sent up from fifty bearded throats.

"And now we may go home and make our mourning weeds," said Priscilla
with a petulant half-sob, half-laugh, as she and Mary Chilton turned
away from the wheatfield on the hill.

"Nay, John Alden will come home safe, I'm sure on 't," said Mary gently,
but her vivacious friend turned sharply upon her.

"And if he comes not at all, I'd liefer know him dead in honor, than
lingering here among the women like some others."

"Gilbert Winslow, or his brother John if you mean him, would have gone
as gladly as any man had the captain chosen him," replied Mary
composedly, if coldly, and Priscilla turned and clipped her in a sharp
embrace, crying out that indeed her friend were no more than right to
beat her for a froward child.

The prosperous wind lasted all the way, and before noon the shallop lay
at anchor close beside the Swan, a small craft owned by the Weymouth
men, and intended for their use in trading and fishing. Standish's
first visit was to her, and much to his surprise he found her both
undefended and deserted. Landing with four of his men he next proceeded
to the plantation, as it was called, where some ten or twelve
substantial buildings surrounded with a stockade established a very
defensible position, but here again neglect and suicidal folly stared
him in the face.

The settlers were dispersed in every direction: three had that very
morning gone to live among the Indians; many were roaming the woods and
shore in search of food; one poor fellow going to dig clams on the
previous day had stuck fast in the mud by reason of weakness, and though
the Indians stood upon the shore watching him with shouts of derisive
laughter, not one put out a hand to help him, and he perished miserably
at the flow of the tide.

The master of the Swan, stricken with the folly of strong drink, met all
Standish's expostulations with a fatuous laugh, and the declaration that
there was no danger,--no danger whatever; that he and the Indians were
such friends that he carried no arms, and never closed the gates of the
stockade; that all the stories reaching Plymouth were lies or blunders;
and that although they were short of provisions, and especially of
strong waters, they asked nothing more of the Plymouth people than some
fresh supplies to last until Sanders, the head of the colony, should
return from Monhegan on the coast of Maine, whither he had gone for

Leaving the drunken captain in disgust, Standish at once took the
command of the post upon himself, and dispatched Hobomok and two of the
settlers who came to place themselves under his orders, to bring in all
of the others whom they could reach, sending word that he would feed
them. Many of them, including Sanders' lieutenant named Manning, came at
the summons, and before night all who would were safe within the
stockade, and were served each man with a pint of shelled corn, all that
could be spared, for it was taken from the Pilgrims' stock of seed-corn.

Then in a brief and vigorous address Standish told the colonists why he
had come, and repeated to them the assurance given him by Hobomok that
the day but one after his arrival was the day fixed upon for the
massacre, the boats needing but the one day's work to complete them.
Furthermore, he assured them that he needed nor would accept any help
from them in his punishment of the savages, the danger and the
responsibility being no more than Plymouth could endure, and, as he
significantly added, "The savages were not like to flee before men who
had so often fled before them."

Hardly was the harangue ended when a Neponset bringing a few hastily
collected furs entered the stockade, and warily approaching the captain
offered them for sale. Standish controlling all appearance of
indignation parleyed with him and paid a fair price for the furs, but as
the Indian turned toward one of the houses, he called him back, and
dismissed him somewhat peremptorily.

"To spy out the land hath he come," remarked he to Alden. "And I will
not have him glean our purpose." But the savage had already learned
something, and went back to his comrades to report that
The-Sword-of-the-White-Men "spoke smoothly, but his eyes showed that
there was anger in his heart."

The second morning so soon as the gates were opened several Indians
entered together. One of them named Pecksuot, a pniese of great
celebrity, greeted Hobomok jeeringly, and told him that he supposed his
master had come to kill all the Neponsets including himself, and

"Tell him to begin if he dare; we are not afraid of him, nor shall we
run away and hide. Let him begin unless he is afraid. Is he afraid?"

Hobomok repeated the message word for word, but Standish only replied,--

"Tell the pniese I would speak with his sachem, Obtakiest."

"Obtakiest is busy, or he is feasting, or he is sleeping," replied
Pecksuot disdainfully. "He does not trouble himself to run about after
any little fellow who sends for him."

Again Hobomok translated the insult, but added in a low voice,--

"Obtakiest is waiting for some of his braves who are gone to the
Shawmuts for help. When they return he will attack the white men."

"So! Then we will not wait for them, but so soon as we can gather the
heads in one place we will return some of their courtly challenges." And
Standish ground his strong teeth together in the pain of self-restraint
under insult.

Perceiving that he did not mean to act, some of the Indians who had
lingered a little behind at first, now came forward, hopping and dancing
around Standish, whetting their knives upon their palms, making
insulting gestures, and shouting all sorts of jeers and taunts at him
and the white men generally.

Then Wituwamat came forward and in his own tongue cried out,--

"The Captain Sword-of-the-White-Men escaped the knife I carried to
Canacum for him, but he will not escape this." And he showed a dagger
hung around his neck by a deer's sinew, on whose wooden handle a woman's
face was not inartistically carved.

"This is Wituwamat's squaw-knife," declared he. "At home he has another
with a man's face upon it which has already killed both French and
English; by and by they will marry, and there shall be a knife ready for
every white man's heart; they can see, they can eat, and they make no
childish noise like the white man's weapons. But the squaw knife is
enough for the white pniese."

"Hm! Methinks I cannot much longer keep Gideon in his scabbard--he will
fly out of his own accord," muttered Standish, a deadly pallor showing
beneath the bronze of his skin. Pecksuot saw it, and mistook it for the
hue of fear. With a savage smile he approached and stood close beside
the Captain, towering above his head, for he was a giant in stature and

"The Sword-of-the-White-Men may be a great pniese, but he is a very
little man," said he contemptuously. "Now I am a pniese as well as he,
and I am besides a very big man, and a very brave warrior. The Sword had
better run away before I devour him."

Without reply Standish turned and walked into the principal house of the
village, and looked around the large lower room.

"It will do as well as another place," said he briefly. "Alden and
Howland remove me this great table to the side of the room, and pitch
out this settle and the stools. Now John Alden get you gone and send me
Hopkins and Billington. Tarry you with Cooke and Browne at the gate;
bid Soule and Eaton stand on guard, and if they hear me cry Rescue! make
in to my help. Let no more of the salvages into the stockade until we
have settled with these. Hobomok, tell Pecksuot, Kamuso, whom I saw
behind the rest, Wituwamat, and that notorious ruffian his brother, that
I fain would speak with them in this place."

"Four to four," remarked Billington with grewsome relish.

"Ay. Take you Wituwamat; Hopkins, I leave you to deal with Kamuso;
Howland, take the young fellow, and I will deal with Pecksuot, for in
truth he is a bigger man than I, but we will see if he is a better."

What story Hobomok may have invented to bring the four ringleaders into
the house we know not, but as five white men remained outside with at
least an equal number of Indians, they could not fear being overmatched,
and presently came stalking impudently in, exchanging jeers and laughter
of the most irritating nature.

Hobomok followed, and closing the door stood with his back against it,
calmly observing the scene, but taking no part in it.

Then at last the captain loosed the reins of the fiery spirit struggling
and chafing beneath the curb so long, and fixing his eyes red with the
blaze of anger upon Pecksuot, he cried,--

"On guard, O Pecksuot!" and sprang upon him, seizing the squaw-knife,
which was sharpened at the back as well as at the front, and ground at
the tip to a needle point. With a coarse laugh Pecksuot snatched at the
captain's throat with his left hand, while his right closed like iron
over the captain's grasp of the hilt and tried to turn it against him.
But the rebound from his forced inaction had strung the soldier's
muscles like steel and thrilled along his nerves like fire. A roar like
that of a lion broke from his panting chest, and with one mighty effort
he wrung the knife from the grasp of the giant, and turning its point
drove it deep into the heart of the boaster. A wild cry of death and
defeat rung through the room as he fell headlong, and Wituwamat turning
his head to look, gave Billington his chance and received his own mortal
wound; while Kamuso fighting with the silent courage of a great warrior
only succumbed at last beneath a dozen wounds from Hopkins's short
sword, and Howland having disarmed and wounded his opponent presented
him as prisoner under Standish's orders.

"Should'st have slain him in the heat of the onset, Howland," panted the
captain, wiping his hands and looking around him. "Now--take him out,
Billington, and hang him to the tree in the middle of the parade. We
shall leave him there as an example for the others. Open the door,

Hobomok did as he was bid, but then advancing with slow step to the side
of the fallen Pecksuot he placed a foot upon his chest and softly

"Yes, my brother, thou wast a very big man, but I have seen a little man
bring thee low."

It was the giant's funeral elegy.

"I have notched my sword on yon villain's skull," exclaimed Hopkins
wiping and examining his blade, and the Captain smiling shrewdly said,--

"I risked not Gideon in such ignoble warfare, though he clattered in his
scabbord. Savage weapons for savage hearts, say I."

"Ha! There's fighting without!" cried Hopkins, rushing to the door,
where in effect Soule and Browne had shot down two stout savages, who
hearing Pecksuot's death cry had tried to avenge him; while another
rushing upon Alden with uplifted knife was caught in mid career by a
bullet from the captain's snaphance snatched up at Hopkins's warning.

So fell seven of the savages, who would if they could have barbarously
murdered seventy white men, women, and children, and thus did the
Captain of the Pilgrim forces teach the red men a lesson that lasted in
vivid force until the men of that generation had given way to those of
poor weak Sachem Philip's day.

That night one of the three colonists who had gone to live among the
Indians returned to the village bringing news that in the evening a
runner had arrived at the place where he was, and had delivered a "short
and sad" message to his hosts, probably the news of Pecksuot's and
Wituwamat's death. The Indians had begun at once to collect and arm, and
he foreboding evil had slunk away after vainly trying to persuade his
comrades to do the same.

"They will be slain out of revenge," declared Hobomok in his own tongue,
and the event proved him a true prophet.

In the early gray of morning the watch reported a file of Indians
emerging from the forest, and Standish with four of his own men, and two
settlers who implored permission to join him, went to meet them. A bushy
hillock lay midway between the two parties, and the Indians were making
for its shelter, when the Pilgrims breaking into a double run
forestalled them, and reached the summit where, as Standish declared, he
was ready to welcome the whole Neponset tribe.

The Indians at once fell behind each man his tree, and a flight of
arrows aimed chiefly at Standish and Hobomok ensued.

"Let no man shoot until he hath a fair mark," ordered the Captain.
"'T is useless to waste ammunition upon tree-trunks."

"Both their pnieses are dead, and Obtakiest himself is none!" suddenly
declared Hobomok. "I alone can drive them!" and throwing off his coat,
leaving his chest with its gleaming "totem" bare, he extended wide his
arms and rushed down the hill shouting at the top of his voice,--

"Hobomok the pniese! Hobomok the devil! Hobomok is awake! Hobomok has

"The fool will be shot! Hath he gone mad!" shouted Billington, but
Hopkins grasped his arm.

"Let be, let be! He knows what he is about. Himself told me that his
name Hobomok answereth to our word Devil, and that while every pniese
through fasting and self-torture gains much power over demons and is
greatly feared by all who are not pnieses, he having taken the foul
fiend's name, had gained double the power of the rest, and could when
put to it summon Sathanas and all his brood to aid him. Those others
know it, and--lo, you now, see them scatter, see them fly!" and with a
loud laugh he pointed to the savage crew, who panic stricken were
fleeing before the pniese like a flock of frightened sheep.

"Have after them! Follow me, men!" shouted Standish rushing down the
hill, the others following as fast as they could, but not fast enough,
for before they came within shot, the party was halted by Hobomok's
return, who half glorious, half laughing, reported the enemy hidden in a
swamp, whither he led his friends.

"We will slay no more if we can help it," declared the captain. "Alden,
show a flag of truce. Haply they will understand it."

But although as Standish drew near the thicket, Alden carrying the white
flag beside him, the savages refrained from firing, his invitation to
parley was received with a volley of abuse and defiance renewed at every
attempt of his to speak.

"Obtakiest is there. I know his voice," declared Hobomok who had crept
up behind. "He will not show himself lest I curse him."

"Obtakiest! Sachem! Art thou there?" demanded Standish. "Come forth then
like a man, and we two will fight it out here in the midst. I challenge
thee, sachem!"

A hoarse laugh and a volley of obscene abuse was the reply, and Standish
indignantly cried,--

"Dost not know how base and cowardly it is to hide there and tongue it
like an angry woman! Thou 'rt not fit to be called a man!"

A shower of arrows was the only response to this, and presently the
movement of the bushes showed that the Indians were retreating to a
deeper fastness, and Standish deeply disgusted marched his own men back
to the village, the only casualty on either side being the broken arm of
the powah or priest, who with Wituwamat and Pecksuot were really the
heart of the conspiracy; for Obtakiest after a while sent a squaw to
Plymouth abjectly begging for peace, and declaring that he had since
Standish's visit changed his camp every night for fear of receiving
another one.

"And now, Master Manning, and you, master of the Swan and friend of the
Neponsets," demanded Standish, as he arrayed the Weymouth men before
him, and declared his success in their quarrel, "what shall I do more
for your comfort or safety before my return to Plymouth? For myself, I
should never fear to remain in this plantation had I the half of your
men, but for yourselves ye must judge. Only I will add that I am charged
by Governor Bradford to say that any who will come to settle in Plymouth
and abide by its laws and governance shall be kindly welcomed."

The settlers debated the matter among themselves for a while, and
although a few and those of the best, decided to accept the invitation
to Plymouth albeit somewhat coldly given, the majority decided to desert
the post where they had suffered so much, and to join some other of
Weston's men at Monhegan. The Pilgrims cheerfully lent their help, and
before night the settlers had loaded all their portable property into
the Swan, Standish had seen the gates of the stockade securely bolted
and barred, and Hobomok with some red paint had traced upon each a
hideous emblem, which he assured the white men would frighten away any
predatory Indian.

Standish only laughed, but Hopkins nodded sagely.

"The rogue is right--I know the symbol, and have seen the terror it
carries," said he; and true it is that whether from superstitious or
from martial terrors, that stockade and the houses it enclosed, and the
body of the savage left swinging from the tree in their midst, were
never molested or apparently visited by the red men again. As the heavy
laden Swan weltered out of the harbor, victualed with all that remained
of Standish's seed corn except a scanty ration apiece to his own men,
the pinnace bore gallantly up for Plymouth, and in due course joyfully
arrived there bringing home all her crew victorious and unscathed.

With them came Wituwamat's head to be set on a pike over the gateway of
the Fort, for these our Fathers were not of our day or thought in such
matters; and these Englishmen did but follow the usage of England, when
so lately as 1747 the heads of the unhappy Pretender's more unhappy
followers defiled the air of London's busiest street.

Standish for one never doubted of the justice of his course either in
the slaying of the colony's avowed enemies, or the exposure of the
ringleader's head; not even when a year or so later Bradford sorrowfully
placed in his hands a letter just received from his revered Pastor
Robinson at Leyden, who in commenting on the death of the Indians

"Oh how happy a thing it had been had you converted some before you had
killed any. Let me be bold to exhort you seriously to consider of the
disposition of your captain, whom I love;--but there is cause to fear
that by occasion, especially of provocation, there may be wanting in him
that tenderness of the life of man made after God's image, that is

Standish read the letter, and returning it without a word went out from
his friend's presence, nor did he ever after allude to it, but a blow
had been struck upon that loyal loving heart from which it never in this
life recovered.

Thirty years later as the hero set his house in order, his failing hand
wrote these words,--

"I give 3£. to Mercy Robinson whom I tenderly love for her grandfather's

And that was his revenge.



Midsummer was upon the land, and the heat and drought were intense. Day
after day the sun rose fierce and pitiless, drinking up at a draught
what scanty dews had distilled in a night so brief and heated that it
brought no refreshment to herbage or to man. Day after day wistful eyes
searched the horizon for a cloud if no bigger than a man's hand, and
still only the hard blue above and the palpitating horizon line stared
blankly back. The crops languished in the field, some already dead, and
the scanty store saved from the seed corn quite gone. Many a day a few
clams, a lobster, or a piece of fish without bread or any vegetable, was
a family's whole subsistence.

Early in July the ship Plantation had touched at Plymouth having on
board two hogsheads of dried peas for sale, but seeing the bitter need
of the colonists the shipmaster raised the price to £8 per hogshead, and
although they had the money, the Fathers refused to submit to the
extortion, and the peas sailed southward.

It is but forty miles from Plymouth to Boston Harbor, where about a
hundred and fifty years later the women signed a declaration that they
would forego the use of tea rather than submit to extortion, and their
fathers and husbands and lovers flung a goodly cargo into the sea.

But a stout spirit although it keeps a man up puts no flesh on his
bones, and soon it became a piteous sight to stand in the Town Square
and mark the faces and figures of those who passed by. Strong men
staggered from weakness as they walked, women glided along like mournful
white wraiths, even the little children in their quaint garb looked worn
and emaciated. Standish, who relying upon his iron constitution and long
training in a soldier's endurance, had regularly divided his rations
with some woman or child, had grown so gaunt and worn that he might well
have posed as The Skeleton in Armor, when he held his monthly muster,
and Mistress Brewster, although some private provision was made for her,
wasted away piteously.

"Where is the ship spoken by the master of the Plantation?" was the
daily cry, and daily Hobomok climbed the great tulip-tree on the crest
of Watson's Hill and swept the horizon line with eyes keener than any
white man's.

"The Lord abaseth us for our sins," declared the elder. "Call a solemn
assembly, proclaim a fast, let us entreat our God to have mercy, and our
Lord to pardon. Who can tell but He yet may turn and have compassion,
and spare the remnant of His people. Even as a servant looketh to the
hand of his master even so let us wait upon our God, beseeching that He
spare, that He pardon, that He restore us, who for our sins are
appointed to die."

So spake the elder after the evening prayers of a day even more
exhausting than its predecessors, and Myles Standish, leaning against
the wall for very weakness, muttered,--

"Nay, what sin have these women and children wrought? What odds between
a God like that and the Shietan of the salvages? Nay, Elder, thou hast
not bettered the faith my mother lived and died by."

But the fast was appointed for the next day, which fell on a Thursday,
and as the sun sprang up with even an added blaze of pitiless heat, he
saw a mournful procession winding up the hill to the Fort, now so
completed as to offer a large lower room for purposes of devotion or of
refuge, while the ordnance mounted on the roof gained a wider range, and
presented a more formidable aspect.

At the head walked Elder Brewster, but the shadowy form of Mary his wife
reclined in the old chair set beside the window, whence she could watch
the procession she was unable to join except in spirit. Then came the
Governor and the Captain, Allerton and Winslow, Warren and Fuller,
Hopkins and Howland, Alden and Browne, and the rest of the glorious
band, the least of whom has his name written in the Libro d'Oro of the
men posterity delighteth to honor. After the men came the women, meek
and gentle, yet strong and courageous, and the children, poor little
heroes and heroines, involuntary martyrs like the Holy Innocents of

"Get thee to the roof, Hobomok," ordered the captain, "and say the
prayers the elder hath so painfully taught thee; but mind me, lad, keep
thine eyes upon the horizon and watch for the answer, whether it be a
sail, or whether it be a rain cloud. Shalt play the part of Elijah's
servant, and the elder is the very moral of the stern old prophet."

No morsel of food, no drop of drink, had passed the lips of that wan
company since the pittance of the night before, and yet for nine long
hours of that fearful day, the air so heated that it hardly fed the
lungs, and the sun blazing so pitilessly upon the log structure that a
faint odor of parching wood mingled with the torrid air within the Fort,
yes, for nine long hours the elder prayed, or preached, or recited aloud
the deep abasement of the penitential psalms, and the wail of the
prophets, proclaiming, yet deprecating, the wrath of an offended God.

In the intervals others spoke; Doctor Fuller, himself a deacon in the
church, and Bradford, whose petition less abject than that of the elder,
called confidently for help, upon Him who twice fed a starving
multitude, who promised that no petition in His name should go
unanswered, who hungering in the wilderness knew the extremity of
famine, who cried aloud, I Thirst, who has promised to be with His own
in all time till Time shall be no more.

Standish, like the statue of a sentinel in bronze, stood at the door
leaning upon his snaphance, listening intently to all, and breathing a
deep-throated Amen to the governor's prayer.

Noon blazed overhead, and Priscilla, ah, poor white, attenuate
Priscilla, crept down the hill to the elder's house, and gathering a
handful of fire-wood warmed some broth made from a rabbit snared by
Alden the day before, and silently brought a cup to the mother, who
drank it with the tears brimming over her patient, faded eyes.

"I am not worthy to fast with the rest of you. I am an unprofitable
servant," whispered she handing back the cup and covering her face.

"Oh, mother, mother, do not break my heart," cried the girl, whom the
smell of food had turned sick and faint. "It is not so, dear saint. The
Lord will not have thee fast because He knows thou art already

"Hush, hush, my child; thy words are both wild and wicked. Get thee back
to the House of Prayer, and beg our God to forgive thy sin of
presumption. Fare thee well--nay, one moment,--doth,--doth the elder
look sadly spent?--he is not over strong--and Jonathan? Didst mark him
and the boys? Wrestling is but puny."

"They are all in such strength as can be looked for, mother dear, and
will hold out as well as any." And Priscilla wanly smiled in the poor
pinched face, adjusted the cushions and the foot-rest, and without so
much as a drop of cold water for herself, wearily climbed the hill. The
captain making room for her to pass looked with anxious sympathy into
her face, but spake no word, and again the withering hours passed on,
and the elder prayed in a husky and broken whisper, and his hearers
muttered an Amen, hollow and mournful as the echo from an open tomb.

Three o'clock, and Hobomok scrambled down from the roof, and stood in
the open doorway. His master saw and went out to him. In a moment he
came again, and passing between the banks of rude benches stood before
the elder, who, pausing suddenly, fixed upon him a gaze of piteous
inquiry, while a little movement among the hundred starving souls
watching and praying heralded his news.

"The answer has come, Elder," announced the soldier briefly. "A full
rigged ship has just cleared Manomet headland, and a cloud black with
rain is rolling up out of the Southwest."

"Let us pray!" said the elder softly; and Standish bowed his head with
the rest as the holy man, his voice strong and fervent once more, poured
out for himself and his people such gratitude as perhaps is only
possible from those "appointed to die," and suddenly rescued by the hand
of a merciful Father.

A few moments later, as the procession wound down the hill, somewhat
less formally than it had gone up, the southern and western sky were
black with clouds already veiling the sun, and within an hour a soft and
tender rain began to fall, soaking quietly into the earth gaping all
over with the wounds of drought, and reviving, as Bradford quaintly
phrased it, both their drooping affections and their withered corn.

"The white man's God is better than the red man's," remarked Hobomok
privately to Wanalancet, who was visiting Plymouth. "When our powahs
pray for rain, and cut themselves, and offer sacrifice, it comes
sometimes, but in noisy floods that tear up the earth, and beat down the
maize, and do more harm than good. Wanalancet better turn praying Indian
like Hobomok."



The rain proved as persistent as it was gentle, and under its influence
the wind sighed itself asleep, leaving at sunset the ship espied by
Hobomok becalmed outside Beach Point. Some of the Pilgrims would have
rowed out to her, but Bradford knew from his own feelings how unfit they
were for such heavy labor.

"A little patience should not be hard for men who have patiently waited
so long," said he smiling. "Let us all break our fast with

"One more cup of broth and a bit of the hare," said Priscilla gayly, as
she set a little table beside her precious invalid. "And to-morrow I
doubt not but I can offer you a posset of white flour and sugar and
spice and all sorts of comfortable things. Whatever the ship may be
't is sure to have the making of a posset in her."

"Oh Priscilla, dear maid, if it might be,--if I dared think of my two

The trembling voice gave way, and for a moment Priscilla could not
speak. Then she cheerily said,--

"If not themselves there is sure to be news of them, and God is very
good. Pr'ythee take the broth."

"There then, good child. Now go to thine own supper. Mary is placing it
upon the board."

Dropping a light kiss upon the face lovingly upturned, Priscilla passed
into the outer room where upon the great table standing to-day in
Pilgrim Hall rested a wooden bowl filled with boiled clams, and beside
it a dish of coarse salt and a pewter flagon of water. Only this, no
bread, no vegetable, no after course; but at the head of the table stood
the elder, his worn face radiant with gratitude, as, uplifting his
voice, he gave thanks to God for that he and his might "suck of the
abundance of the seas and of the treasures hid in the sand."

After midnight a breeze sprung up, but the master of the Anne cautiously
waited for the full tide to float him over the many flats then as now
obstructing Plymouth Harbor, and it was not until another sunrise that
the travel-worn and over-crowded bark folded her patched sails and
dropped her anchor not far from the old anchorage ground of the

The governor no longer tried to restrain the enthusiasm of his townsmen;
in fact, he himself helped to drag up the anchor of the pinnace and make
her ready for a visit to the stranger. With him went Jonathan Brewster
to see if perchance his sisters might be on board; and Doctor Fuller,
and Robert Hicks, and Francis Cooke, and William Palmer, and Master
Warren, albeit not fit even for so small an exertion, for every one of
these men thought it possible that his wife might be aboard, nor was one
of them disappointed, for the Anne, might well have dropped her anchor
to the tune of "Sweethearts and Wives," so laden was she with those
precious commodities.

"Come Captain!" called Bradford as the dory lay ready to transport the
last three to the pinnace already under sail.

"No," somewhat morosely returned Standish. "I shall only be in the way
of other men's rejoicings. There's naught for me aboard that or any
other ship that floats. No, I say,--push off, Cooke!"

And the captain strode up the hill, and climbed the roof of the Fort to
cover and pet his big guns and see that the dampness did them no

Below, Alden helped Priscilla to make ready all the food remaining in
the village, for surely the new-comer had brought supplies, and the
famine was at an end.

"If this ship might bring him a wife as perchance it hath to our good
surgeon," said John after describing his master's mood.

"Ay, but I fear me he'll be hard to suit," replied Priscilla.

"Natheless, remember sweetheart, you promised me that so soon as the
famine was over and our new house finished"--

"And the captain cheerful as his wont."

"Ay, well so soon as all these matters were settled fairly, you

"Oh sooth, good lad, stand not gaping there and minding me of last
winter's snow and last summer's roses! Go and call the captain and the
elder to their breakfast while I see to the dear mother."

But breakfast was hardly over when Mistress Winslow ran across the
street to the elder's wife.

"Lo you now, dear mother," cried she excitedly. "There are three boats
rowing toward the Rock, and in every one of them you may make out
women's gear, and who knows but Patience and Fear are of the company.
All the men have gone down to the Rock, and I am going."

Out she ran again, and Priscilla quickly moved to the mother's side, but
great joys do not kill even though they startle, and presently the white
white face was raised with a smile almost of heaven illuminating it, and
the dame softly said,--

"Yes, they have come. I knew it in the night. They have come, but
Priscilla thou 'rt none the less my dear and duteous daughter. Now get
you to the Rock with the rest. I shall be well alone."

"Now is Will Bradford well content; now is comedy ready to tread upon
the heels of tragedy, and funeral dirges to end in marriage chimes,"
muttered the captain as he plunged down the steep of Leyden Street, and
stood with overcast face and compressed lips watching the boats sweeping
merrily up to the landing.

In the foremost sat the governor, and close beside him two female
figures their backs to the shore. On the next thwart Surgeon Fuller, his
whimsical face for once honestly glad, leaned an elbow on his knee and
peered up into the comely face of Bridget, his young wife, for Agnes
Carpenter lay asleep beneath St. Peter's Church in old Leyden town. But
her sister Juliana had come with her husband, George Morton, and their
five children, Patience already a winsome lass of fifteen, soon to marry
John Faunce and become mother of the last ruling Elder of Plymouth

Later on, two more of these fair Carpenter girls were to come over to
the home of their sister Alice: Priscilla, who married William Wright,
one of the joyous passengers of the Fortune; and Mary, of whom the
Chronicles say that she died "a godly old maid" in her sister's home.

Pardon the interlude, but there is something very fascinating in the
story of this family of five beautiful girls so eagerly sought in
marriage by the best men of the colony, and of her who was the flower of
all and yet died "a godly old maid."

The governor's boat was at the Rock, and willing hands on shore caught
at the rope thrown from the bows, and dragged her up so that the
passengers could step out dry shod. Standish drew back a little, and
with folded arms stood watching the debarkation. Last of all came
Bradford and the two ladies he had escorted.

"So that is Mistress Alice Carpenter Southworth, is it," muttered the
soldier grasping a handful of his ruddy beard. "Well, it is a winsome
dame and a gentle; I wonder not that Will hath"--

But the calm comment ended abruptly in an exclamation of incredulity and
pleasure, for when Mistress Southworth stood safely upon the strand,
Bradford turned and gave his hand to her companion, a girl of some four
or five and twenty years old, with one of those rounded and supple
figures which combine strength and delicacy, endurance and elasticity,
and are very slow in yielding to the attacks of Time. A demure hood tied
under the chin framed a round face, whose firm fair skin had defied the
tarnish of the sea, and only gained a somewhat warmer glow in cheek and
lip than its native tone. Little tendrils of sunny brown hair pushed
their laughing way from beneath the edge of the hood and curled joyously
to the fingers of the toying wind. Straight dark brows and long
eyelashes of the same deep tint gave character to the face, and shaded a
pair of eyes whose beauty has stamped itself upon every generation of
this woman's descendants. Large, and peculiarly opened, these eyes were
of a clear violet blue, but with pupils whose frequent dilatation gave
such range of tint and expression, and such extraordinary brilliancy
that many were found to insist that the eyes themselves were black,
while others vowed that no such intensity of blue had ever been seen in
human orbs before. But neither in the shape, nor the color, nor the
brilliancy, nor the pathetic curve of the upper lid, did the wonderful
beauty of these eyes abide; it was a fascination, a compelling power in
their regard; the power of appeal or of assurance, of love or wrath, of
promise or of trust, that dwelt in their depths, and leaped or stole
thence bending to their service the will of all who gazed steadfastly
upon them. Weapons more dangerous in a woman's hands than was Gideon the
Sword, in the hands of the Captain of Plymouth.

As their owner lightly leaping from the gunwale of the boat alighted
upon the Rock, these eyes sought and rested merrily upon Myles'
wonder-stricken face, while a joyous smile illuminated the features and
showed bright and pretty teeth.

"Barbara!" exclaimed the captain, leaping down from the hillock where he
had so unsympathetically posted himself to observe the landing.

"Yes, Barbara," returned a blithe voice. "Come all this way to look
after her cousin, who cared not to come so far as the ship to greet

"But how was I to know thou wert coming, lass? Ever and always at thine
old trick of laying me in some blunder! Well, thou 'rt welcome, Bab,
welcome as flowers in May." And seizing the round face between his two
hands Myles pressed a hearty salute upon either cheek.

"And Captain," broke in Bradford's well pleased voice, "let me bring you
to the notice of Mistress Southworth, in whose matronly company your
cousin has journeyed."

A fair and gentle English face, albeit not without a quiet
determination in its lines, was turned upon the soldier as Alice
Southworth held out her hand saying,--

"And greatly beholden am I to Mistress Standish for her companionship. I
know not quite how we could have borne some of our discomfiture had not
she cheered and upheld us as she did."

"Ay, 't is a way the wench hath of old," replied the captain gayly. "I
mind me of a home across the seas where one declared that naught but
Barbara's care kept her in life at all. But in good sooth, girl, why
didst not warn me of thy coming?"

"I would fain take thee by surprise, cousin, and methinks I have."

"A total, an utter surprise."

"We had fared but ill here in the colony had yon sachem surprised thee
as effectually, Myles," laughed the governor as the little party climbed
The Street, a long procession of jocund men, women, and children
streaming after them, the joy of reunion and the flood of loving
greetings sweeping away the conventional barriers wherein the
Separatists attempted to imprison Nature.

"Ah! There are the elder's girls!" said Bradford, as they halted before
his gate and looked back upon the busy street.

"Yes, Fear and Patience, sweet maids both of them," replied Alice.

"And those five merry Warren girls have found their father," said
Barbara. "But he looks not over strong."

"No," replied the governor sadly. "He hath not grudged both to spend and
to be spent for the common weal, and glad am I that his wife hath come
to restrain his zeal. But come in, come in, dear friends, and Mistress
Eaton, who cares for me and my house until I can purvey me another
housekeeper, will make you welcome."

"I would not say nay to some breakfast, nor I think would you, maid
Barbara, eh?" laughed Alice, and the governor's face clouded.

"I fear me there is but sorry cheer to set before you, dear friends,"
said he. "Mistress Eaton warned me last night that a few clams were all
she had, or could compass, in her larder."

"Something was told aboard of a famine in the place," said Barbara
quietly, "and I fancied it could do no harm to put some provant left
over of my stores into a bag and carry it ashore. If none wanted it I
could leave it hid, and--but here it is--the bag, Myles?"

"What, this sack I have tugged up the hill? All this, provision?"

"Ay, for the cook gave me a good bit of boiled beef, and a hen to boot."

"Beef!" exclaimed the captain involuntarily, but in a tone of such
amazed delight that Barbara's eyes dwelt upon him in pity and wonder.

"Myles! Thou dost not mean that thou hast been actually a-hungered!"
said she. "Oh Alice, they are starving."

"Starving!" echoed Alice in the same tone of dismay. "Oh Will!"

"Nay, nay, nay!" protested the governor with a somewhat hollow laugh.
"We have not feasted of late, perhaps, and the word beef hath a strange
sound in our ears, since no meat save a little wild game hath been seen
among us for a year or more, but still, thank God, we are well and

"Well and hearty!" repeated Alice Southworth. "Look at him, Barbara;
look at his cheeks, his temples, look at that hand, all as one with the
skeleton in the museum of Leyden. Oh Barbara, to think that we should
find them starving after all!"

"Better starving than starved," replied Barbara calmly. "And if the
governor will give me warrant, and this same Mistress Eaton will lend me
her aid, I will soon set forth a table that shall make hungry men's
hearts leap within them."

"There, Will," exclaimed Alice generously. "That is the sort of maid she
is, never stopping to lament and wring her hands as silly I do, but ever
looking for the way to mend the evil, and finding it, too."

Dame Eaton, whom we have known as Lois, maid to Mistress Carver, but now
married to Francis Eaton and promoted on her marriage to be the
governor's housekeeper, soon made her appearance, and the three women
were not long in setting forth a breakfast whereunto the governor
invited as many of his neighbors as the table could accommodate, and
over which he offered a thanksgiving, glowing with loving gratitude to
Him who giveth all.



"And now, Governor, we have to billet all these new-comers as best we
may. Six-and-ninety names the captain of the Anne reports on his roster,
and that fairly doubles the population of Plymouth. Where shall we
bestow them all?"

"Why, Captain, you know that many of our men expecting their wives and
children have built housen and now will occupy them; and for the rest, I
am minded, if you will have me, to impose myself upon you and Alden, and
leave mine own house to Mistress Southworth and your cousin. Then, as
the elder's daughters now have come, Priscilla Molines, whom my dame
knoweth and loveth well, and Mary Chilton and Elizabeth Tilley can all
find room here also, and the rest we will dispose of among the other
families. Mayhap for a while the young men may sleep at the Fort."

"Nay, Governor, we'll have no rantipoles at the Fort meddling and making
among the ammunition, and playing tricks with the guns. Alden and you
and I and Howland, and some other of the ancients, will swing our
hammocks at the Fort if you will, and my house may be turned into a
billet for the bachelors, until we can help them to knock up housen for

"So be it, comrade, and yet 't is hardly worth while to make great
changes or fatigues until"--


"Until some among us are wed, Myles."

"Why, truly yes. I had forgot, and yet I have heard the jingle of
marriage bells in thy voice since ever yon ship rounded Manomet. How
soon will it be, Will?"

"So soon as my dame agreeth," replied Bradford contentedly. "At all odds
before the Anne returneth. We have magistrates enow among us, however,
for Master Oldham and Master Hatherly both carry the king's patent as
justices; and this Master Lyford who cometh in Oldham's train is
preacher in the Church of England."

"Ha! Say you so, Will? One of the 'hireling priests' of such noisome
odour in the nostrils of thy friends of the stricter sort at Leyden!"

"Nay, Captain, but you will remember that Pastor Robinson did receive
members of England's Church to the Lord's Table, and did counsel us to
live in brotherly love and communion with them."

"And so fell into disfavor with his old friends the Brownists," remarked
Standish carelessly. "Well, 't is all one to me, who am no church
member, and deny not due respect to the old faith of mine house. And you
will be wed anon, Will?"

"Ay, and we will have your Barbara to stay with us until she finds
another home, if you and she consent. Dame Alice loves her passing

"'T is a good wench and a comfortable one," replied Standish well
pleased. "Had Rose lived, or had Priscilla said me yea, I had taken
Barbara under mine own roof; but now I must wait until she makes her
choice of the swains that soon will come a-wooing, and then she and her
husband shall come to me."

"Ay," returned Bradford musingly, and checking upon his lips the smile
that danced in his eyes. "Thy plans are ever wisely laid, Myles."

Turning into his own house Bradford found Alice with her wimple and
scarf on just about to leave it.

"Whither away, mistress?" asked he gayly.

"Only to breathe a mouthful of fresh air, Master Governor. I have been
so long ashipboard that four walls seem a prison to me. Mayhap I'll take
passage back again with good Master Pierce."

"Mayhap thou 'lt do naught of the sort. I have thee now, and I'll not
let thee go, as I did sometime in Leyden."

"Thou didst anger me sore, Will, when thou 'dst not close with that good
man's offer of half his business, though it was but a merchant's. And my
father crying up Edward Southworth"--

"Nay, Alice, we'll not go pulling open old wounds to see if they be
healed. I would not, I could not do violence to my English name and
blood and become a Dutch trader though it were to gain thy hand, nor did
I think thou wouldst in thine anger go so far--but there, sweetheart,
we'll say no more on 't, now or ever. God has been exceeding gracious in
bringing us once more together, and we will not be ungrateful. Thy boys
shall find a father in me, Alice, and should Elder May give me again my
little John"--

"Nay, the boy is well with his grandsire in Leyden, and my Constant and
Thomas must abide with their father's folk for a while. They would not
part from me unless I left the boys for a year or two."

"And still thou wouldst come, Alice."

"Dost mind what words Ruth said to Naomi, Will?"

"Truly do I, Alice."

And as the two long-parted lovers looked deep into each other's eyes
there needed no further speech to show that the long winter was over and
the time of the singing of birds had come.

Two weeks from the arrival of the Anne all Plymouth put on festal gear
and merry faces. Good cheer abounded in place of famine, for the
new-comers were well stored with provision, and although this was not
turned into the common stock, those who had promising crops--and since
the Fast Day there had been no stint of rain, and the corn promised
marvelously well--could always obtain dry provisions for the promise of
a share in the green meat when it should be gathered.

And fitting it was that Plymouth should keep holiday, for not only was
it the governor's marriage morn, but Priscilla Molines, whom all her
townsfolk loved, was to become John Alden's wife; and as the two friends
could not be parted, Mary Chilton had promised upon the day of
Priscilla's marriage to give her hand to John Winslow, one of the
Fortune's pilgrims and brother of Edward and Gilbert. Finally John
Howland so strongly pleaded his cause before the elder and his wife that
they consented to give him Elizabeth Tilley to wife, young though she
was, and to allow him to take her to the pretty cottage he had built
upon The Street, next to Stephen Hopkins's substantial house on the
corner of The Street and the King's Highway. John Alden also had built a
cottage between the captain's house and the governor's; and Eaton with
his wife Lois was to share a house with Peter Browne, who had manfully
assumed the charge of Widow Martha Ford and her three children.

Christian Penn, a stalwart lass, passenger of the Anne, was to make one
of the governor's family, and literally to be "help" to his wife in the
duties of the household, while Mary Becket consented to fill the same
place in Edward Winslow's home.

Barbara, cordially invited both by Alice Southworth and by Priscilla to
become their perpetual guest, laughingly accepted both invitations,
saying to Priscilla,--

"When I find too much pepper in thy soup, Pris, I'll e'en go cool my
tongue with Dame Alice's comfitures; and when I fancy one new-wed pair
were as content without me, I'll e'en go and inflict myself upon
t' other."

"And the captain will keep house with only Hobomok," said Priscilla

"Nay, Kit Conant is to 'bide with them, and do certain service, and I
shall still be in and out," said Barbara briskly. "Like enough the most
they eat will be of my brewing. We shall do well enow for the captain.
But, Priscilla, what ailed thee not to wed him, since his comfort sits
so nigh thy heart?"

"Why, 't is but Christian to pity them who are in need, yet none can wed
with more than one man at a time, and from the first I knew that John
Alden was the one for me. Wed him thyself, Barbara, and send Kit Conant
about his business."

A sudden color surged all over Barbara's face, and the wonderful eyes
shot out an angry spark, but after a moment she quietly said,--

"Myles and I have ever been more like brother and sister than cousins.
His mother was all as one with mine own."

"Ay, and so it is. Yes, yes, I see," said Priscilla hurriedly, but when
Barbara had left her she stood for many minutes drumming on the table,
and thoughtfully gazing through the open door at the blue wonder of the

And now the wedding day had come, a glorious golden summer day, and some
of the older folk, whose habits of early life held rigidly to the soil
since planted anew to a Separatist crop, remembered that it was Lammas
Day. One of these was Elizabeth, Master Warren's new-come wife, and as
she looked abroad in the early morning, she sighed a bit and said,--

"A year agone, Richard, I looked upon another guess sort of scene than
this. The church bells were ringing and the people trooping in, and many
was the goodwife who brought her loaf baked of the first-fruit wheat to
offer it for the parson's table if not for the Communion"--

"Nay wife, nay, remember Lot's wife," chided the husband, already so far
upon his way to that abode of Light where shall be no Separatism and no

As all the world would fain be present at one or the other of the four
marriages, it was concluded that they should be held in the open air,
and the captain with much enthusiasm directed the spreading of an open
tent, or, more properly, a canopy upon the greensward stretching across
the King's Highway from Bradford's house to Hopkins's.

This completed, and the military band paraded ready to salute the
governor upon his arrival, Standish stood aside, wiping his brow, and
looking jovially about him at the tables already spread with the wedding
feast, which was thriftily to take the place of the villagers' ordinary

"A cheerful and a refreshing season, Captain," said a staid voice at his

"Ay," replied Standish briefly and with something of the good-humor gone
from his face, for he had no great love for Isaac Allerton, Assistant of
the Governor, and one of the principal men of the colony, though he was.

"Methinks you and I might be principals instead of spectators at some
such solemnity, and offend no law of God or man."

"I know no law against your being wed if it pleases you, Master
Allerton," replied the soldier briefly.

"No--no, as you justly say, no law, Captain, and truth to tell I had it
in my mind to speak to you this morning"--

"To me, to me!" exclaimed the captain, wheeling round and staring at the
smooth face and narrow figure of the assistant. "Dost fancy that I am a
pretty maid hid within a buff jerkin?"

"Ha! ha! Our good captain still must have his joke. Nay then, in sober
earnest my dear brother, your cousin, Mistress Barbara Standish, doth
much commend herself to my mind as a discreet and godly maiden, notable
in household ways, and of a mild and biddable nature. I fain would have
her to wife, Standish, if I may do so with your consent."

"Nay now, Master Allerton, your eyes are keener after a good chance for
trucking than ever a pair in the colony, and I'm not saying that the
governor could find a better assistant in his weighty affairs of State,
but you've no more eye for a gentlewoman's good qualities than I have
for a peddler's. 'Mild and biddable,' forsooth! Those virtues were left
out when they brewed the Standish blood, Master Allerton, and courage
and honor and some other trifles thrown in to make amends. Why man,
should you wed Barbara Standish and raise a hand upon her as I've seen
you do upon your daughters, woman-grown, I'd not answer but she'd have
your life's blood for it; and if you bade her stint the measure of the
corn she sold to your neighbors, she'd quit your roof and you, before
you could say whiskerando! No, no, Master Allerton, best not try to mate
yourself with a Standish. No luck would come on 't I promise you."

"Methinks, Captain Standish," replied the councilor smoothly, although
his pale face had taken a livid cast harmonizing with a green light in
his narrow eyes,--"methinks you take over much upon yourself in this our
land of liberty and God-given rights. Why should you decide so
absolutely for Mistress Standish? Why may not she speak her own mind.
She at least has no narrow and ignorant prejudice against me, unless
indeed you have already instilled it into her mind."

"Nay now, Allerton, dost in sober sadness suppose that in meeting my
kinswoman after a five years' parting I chose you as my theme of
discourse? As for the rest, I lay no constraint upon Mistress Standish.
Speak to her if you will and as soon as you will, but tell her all the
story, tell her of your grown children, and of your years"--

"They are no more than yours," sharply interrupted the councilor.

"Did I say they were? Well, speak to her I say--ha, here come the
brides. Now trumpets!"

And as the trumpets blew a joyous fanfare and the drums and fife burst
forth in a blithe jargon intended for the good old tune of Haste to the
Wedding, out from the door of the governor's house came Bradford leading
Alice Southworth, fair and delicate and sweet, yet with a little air of
state about her, as one who had already known the honors of matronhood
and now was called to become the wife of a ruler. Next came Priscilla,
dressed in a fair white gown trimmed with old Flemish lace at which
Mistress Winslow looked askance, her rich color a little subdued, and a
somewhat tremulous curve to her ripe lips, while the great brown eyes
were filled with a dreamy haze not far from tears. She was wedding the
man of her love, but she stood all alone beside him, this brave yet
tender-hearted Priscilla of ours,--she stood alone, and she thought of
her mother, the mother so loved, so mourned, so near to that faithful
heart to-day.

Then came well-born, well-nurtured John Winslow and Mary Chilton, the
fair English May whose sweet blossoms are ever upheld by such a sturdy
and healthy stock, ay, and are protected by substantial thorns from
meddling fingers even while its fragrance is graciously shed abroad for
all the world to glory in.

And last of all came John Howland, that "lusty yonge man" who on the
voyage had been washed overboard and carried fathoms deep beneath the
sea, yet by his courage and endurance survived the ordeal, and lived to
found one of the chiefest Plymouth families. By the hand he led
Elizabeth Tilley, a sweet slip of a girl, with true and loving eyes ever
and anon glancing proudly at the stalwart form of the only man she ever
loved, and yet never thought to win.

Four noble and comely couple pacing through the grassy street and taking
their places under the canopy where Elder Brewster, a magistrate, if not
an ordained minister, stood beside a little table whereon was laid the
colony's first Record Book brought by the Anne, and now to be used for
the first time, for hitherto the "scanty annals of the poor" settlement
had been kept in Governor Bradford's note-book, now alas lost to

The simple ceremony was soon over, and as the Separatists denied
themselves the privilege of a religious service lest some taint of
Papistry might lurk therein, Elder Brewster closed his magisterial
office with a prayer in which Isaac and Rebecca were not forgotten, and
about which hung a curious flavor of the Church of England service so
familiar to the elder's youth.

"Priscilla! Mine at last! My very own," whispered John Alden in his
bride's ear as the group broke up and all the world pressed in to offer

"There, there, John, if thou hast but just discovered that notable fact
I'll leave thee to digest it while I go to see that the dinner is served
as it should be."



"Barbara, hath Master Allerton asked thee to be his wife?" inquired
Myles, as he and his cousin sat together upon the bench in front of his
own house some few evenings after the weddings.

"He spoke to the governor, and he to me," replied Barbara, a little
spark of mirth glinting in her blue eyes.

"And thou saidst?"--

"I said that I hardly knew Master Allerton by sight as yet, and was in
no haste to wed."

"What sort of yea-nay answer was that, thou silly wench? Why didst not
say No, round and full?"

"Because No, wrapped in gentle words, served my turn as well, cousin."

"Come now, I do remember that tone of old, soft as snow and unbendable
as ice. So 't is the same Barbara I quarreled with so oft, is it? Ever
quite sure that her own way is the best, and ever watchful lest any
should lay a finger on her free will."

"Methinks, Myles, you give your kinswoman a somewhat unlovely temper of
her own. How is it about Captain Standish in these days? Hath he grown
meek and mild, and afraid to carry himself after his own mind?"

"Why so tart, Barbara? Because I chid thee for trifling with Allerton?"

"Nay Myles, I made not yon weary voyage for the sake of quarreling with
thee. Well dost thou know, cousin, I would not trifle with any man, and
I begged the governor to enforce out of his own mouth the no-say that I
worded gently, for truly there is no reason for me to flout the
gentleman. How could he honor me more than to ask me to wife?"

"Well, well, so long as thou hast said No and will stick to No, all is
well; but I like not this man Allerton; he is too shrewd a trader for a
simple gentleman to cope with. He sold me corn and gave scant measure,
and I told him of it too. He likes me not better than I like him."

"Rest easy, Myles, I'll never make him thy cousin. I care not if I never

"Nay, that's too far on t' other side the hedge. A comely and a winsome
lass like thee is sure to wed, but what runs in my head, Barbara, is
that there is none left here fit for thee. I would that Bradford had not
been so constant to his old-time sweetheart. I would have given thee to
him, for though his folk were but yeomen of the better sort there at
home, here he is the Governor and playeth his part as well as any Howard
or Percy of them all. Winslow cometh of good lineage and carrieth his
coat-armor; but he and now his brother John are wed, and Gilbert will
leave us anon, so that verily I see no man left with whom a Standish
might fitly wed."

A peal of merry laughter broke in upon the captain's meditative pause,
and his indignant and astonished regard only seemed to aggravate the
matter, until at last Barbara breathlessly exclaimed,--

"Nay Myles, for sweet pity's sake look not so glum, nor devour me all
at one mouthful. Dost remember how I used to tell thee to beware, for 'a
little pot is soon hot,' and thine own wrath will choke thee some day?"

"Glad am I to amuse you so pleasantly Mistress Standish, but may I ask
the exact provocation to mirth I have just now offered?"

"Oh Myles, I meant not to chafe thy temper so sorely, and I pray thee
hold me excused for untimely laughter; but in good sooth it so tickled
my fancy to hear thee airing thine old world quips and quiddities about
coat-armor, and one with whom a Standish might fitly wed, and yeomen
snatched from oblivion by the saving grace of a governor's title! And
look upon these rocks and wild woods and swart savages and thine own
rude labors--nay then, but I must laugh or burst!"

And giving way to her humor the girl trolled out peal after peal of
delicious laughter, while her cousin folding his arms sat regarding her
with an iron visage, which whenever she caught sight of it set her off
again. At last, however, she wiped her eyes and penitently cried,--

"I did not think myself so rude, Myles. Pr'ythee forgive me, cousin.
Nay, look not so ungently upon me! Here's my hand on 't I am sorry."

But the captain took not the offered hand nor unbent his angry brow.
Rising from the bench he paced up and down for a moment, then stopping
in front of Barbara calmly said,--

"Nay, I'm not angry. At first I was astonied that a gentlewoman could so
forget herself; but I do remember that Thomas Standish, your father,
married beneath his station, and so imported a strain into the blood of
his noble house that will crop out now and again in his children. I
should not therefore too much admire at such derelictions from courtesy
and gentlehood as I but now have seen."

As he slowly spoke his bitter words the lingering gleams of laughter and
the softening lines of penitence faded from Barbara's face. Rising to
her height, nearly equal with that of her cousin, she gazed full into
his angry eyes with the blue splendor of her own all ablaze with
indignation and contempt.

"You dare to make light of my mother, do you, Captain Standish! My dear
and dearly honored mother, who in her brave love endured the poverty and
the labors that my father had no skill to save her from. My mother, who
carried her noble husband upon her shoulders as it were, and would not
even die till he was dead. Myles Standish, I take shame to myself that I
am kin to you, and if ever I do wed, it shall be to lose my name and
forget my lineage."

She passed him going down the hill, but with a long step he overtook
her, saying almost timidly,--

"Nay, nay, thou 'rt over sharp with me, Barbara! I said, and I meant, no
word against thy mother, of whom I ever heard report as one of the
sweetest and faithfullest of wives"--

"There, that will do, sir. My mother needs no praise of yours, and,
thanks be to God, hath gone where she may rest from the burden of her
high marriage. Let me pass an 't please you, Master Captain."

"But Barbara, nay Barbara, stay but to hear a word"--

"There have been words enow and to spare. I go now to tell the governor
that I am minded to take passage in the Anne once more. My mother's folk
in Bedfordshire, yeomen all of them, Captain Standish, will make me gay
and welcome, and with them and such as them will I live and die."

"And fill thy leisure with fashioning silk purses out of fabric thou 'lt
find to hand," cried the captain, his temper flashing up again; but
Barbara neither turned nor replied as she fled down the hill to hide the
tears she could no longer restrain.

Howbeit she said no word to Bradford of the return passage, a fact which
Standish easily discovered when early next morning he met the governor
and stopped to say to him,--

"Well met, Will; I was on my road to seek thee, man."

"Ay, and for what, brother?"

"Why, Will, I'm moped with naught to do, and all these strange faces at
every turn. I liked it better when we were to ourselves and it was only
to fight the Neponsets now and again. I fain would find some work
further agate than yon palisado."

"Why, then, thy wish and my desire fit together as cup and ball, for
here is the Little James unladen and idle. She is to stay with us, thou
knowest, for use in trading and fishing, but Bridges, her master, saith
some of his men are grumbling already at prospect of such peaceful
emprises. They fain would go buccaneering in the Spanish Seas, or
discover some such road to hasty fortune, albeit bloody and violent.
Master Bridges and I agreed that it was best to find work for these
uneasy souls withouten too much delay, and I told him we had been
thinking to send a party to look after the fishing-stage we built last
year at Cape Ann. Gloucester, they say Roger Conant hath named the place
already. Now what say you, Myles? Will take some men and join them to
Bridges' buccaneers, and hold all in hand and start them on fishing?"

"'T will suit me woundy well, governor. Howbeit, 't is not the time for
cod, is it?"

"No, but mackerel and bluefish are in season, and at all odds 't is well
to be on hand to claim the staging, for Conant hath sent word by an
Indian that some English ships were harrying our fishermen at Monhegan,
and we had best look to our properties in those regions."

"Ay, ay, 't is as thou sayest, Will, like cup and ball, thy need and my
desire. How soon can we sail?"

"Why, to-night, an' it pleaseth thee. Bridges is in haste to get off,
and the sooner the Little James is afloat the more content he will find
himself. And as to thy company. Here is a minute of the men I had
thought on."

"H--m, h--m," muttered the captain glancing over the list handed him by
Bradford. "Yes, these are sound good fellows all, and none of them
burthened with wives. And by that same token, Will, thou and thy dame
will care for my kinswoman, and bar Master Allerton from persecuting her
with his most mawkish suit while I am gone?"

"Surely, Myles, we'll care for Mistress Barbara, who is to my wife as
one of her own sisters."

"Yes, the Carpenters are gentlefolk, if not a county family like ours,"
said Standish simply. Bradford stared a little, but only replied,--

"Then I put the command in your hands, Captain, and you will order
matters as suits your own convenience and pleasure. Master Bridges will
welcome you right gladly."

And before the sun, just risen over Manomet, sank behind Captain's Hill,
the Little James had rounded the Gurnet, and was standing on for Cape
Ann, with Myles Standish leaning against her mainmast, and smoking the
pipe Hobomok had bestowed upon him with the assurance that he who used
it carried a charmed life so long as it remained unbroken. The captain's
arms were folded and his eyes fixed upon the fort-crowned hill where lay
his home, but it was not of fort or home that he mused as at the last he

"And yet I glory in thy spirit, thou proud peat!"

Early the next morning Standish was somewhat roughly roused from his
slumbers by Master Bridges, who, shaking his shoulder, cried,--

"Here, Captain, here's gear for thee. Rouse thee, Master!"

"What is 't, Bridges? What's to do, man? Are the savages upon us?"

"Nay, but pirates, or as good."

"Ha! That's well. Send all your small arms on deck, Master Bridges, pipe
to quarters, train your falcon--I'll be on deck anon"--

"Nay, but you do somewhat mistake, Captain. I said indeed pirates, but
that's not sure. There is a little ship anchored within a cable's length
of the James, and her men are busy on shore with the fishing-stage which
Lister saith is yours"--

"And so it is, every sliver of it."

"Mayhap, then, you'll come on deck and tell these merry men as much, for
they do only jeer at me."

"They'll not jeer long when my snaphance joins in the debate," said
Standish grimly as he followed the master up the companion way.

"Hail me yon craft, and ask for her commandant," ordered he, glancing
rapidly over the scene. Bridges obeyed, and got reply that Master Hewes,
captain of the Fisherman out of Southampton, was on shore with all his
men except the ship-keeper, who, however, spared the jibes with which he
had seasoned his reply to Bridges' first informal hail.

"The wind is fair, the tide flood. Carry your craft further in-shore,
Master Bridges, that we may parley with these pirates from the vantage
ground of our own deck," ordered the captain, and was obeyed so fairly
that the Little James presently lay hove-to within a biscuit-toss of the
staging, where some fifteen or twenty men were diligently employed in
curing a take of fish.

A short sharp colloquy ensued, Standish claiming the erection and its
precincts as the property of Plymouth, and ordering the interlopers to
at once release it, and to carry away their fish and their utensils,
leaving room for the lawful owners' occupancy.

To this demand Hewes impudently replied that when he had done with the
fish-flakes he cared not who used them, and that he would abandon the
place when it suited his own convenience, and not before.

"Well and good; then we shall come and take it," shouted the captain in
conclusion, and turning his attention in-board, he rapidly divided his
men and Bridges' into two storming parties, while a watch left on board
was to take charge of the light falcon mounted on deck, and at a signal
from shore to begin the dance by firing upon the staging which Hewes was
already barricading with a row of barrels, behind which he rapidly
posted his men, musket in hand, and matches alight.

"Now by St. Lawrence!" cried Standish, watching these preparations. "But
the fellow hath a pretty notion of a barricado! I could not have done so
very much better in his place. 'T is fairer fortune than we could look
for, to meet so ready a fellow, and you shall see some pretty sport
anon, Master Bridges."

But at this moment a little group of men hastening from the fishing huts
marking the present site of Gloucester, appeared upon the scene, and in
their leader both Standish and Bridges recognized Roger Conant, a friend
and sometime visitor of Plymouth, who immediately upon arrival of the
Anne had gone to join some friends fishing at Monhegan, and now, with
them, was establishing a sister station at Gloucester. Warned by the
Indians that Hewes had seized the Plymouth fishing-stage, and seeing the
Little James entering the bay, Conant hastened to collect his friends
and present himself upon the scene of action to act as mediator, or ally
of Plymouth, as circumstances might direct.

"We have come none too soon, men!" exclaimed Conant breathlessly as at a
run he rounded the headland closing in the cove, and saw upon the
barricaded staging Hewes and his men blowing at their matches, while
Standish, his eyes aflame and an angry smile upon his lips, sprang
ashore and hurried his men out of the boat.

"Now glad am I to see you, Master Conant," cried Bridges, already
waiting upon the beach, and hastening toward him he said in a lower
voice. "Our captain hath got on his fighting cap, and thrown discretion
to the winds. 'T will be an ill day for Plymouth if her men are led on
to kill Englishmen fishing with the king's license."

"Ay indeed will it. Bide a bit till I can parley with both thy captain
and Hewes, who is not an ill fellow if one handleth him gingerly."

"Gingerly goeth not smoothly with peppery, and 't is but half the truth
to call our captain that," said Bridges with a dry smile, as Conant
passed him to reach Standish who was marshaling his men upon the sands.

Too long it were to detail the arguments of the man of peace, the
delicate manipulation of the tempers of both parties, the concessions
wrung from the one side and the other, until after several hours' debate
Standish moodily said,--

"Well Conant, sith you put it so, sith you make it out that by enforcing
the colony's right I do but attack the colony's life, I yield, for I am
sworn defender and champion of Plymouth and her prosperity, and never
shall it be said that Myles Standish preferred his own quarrel to the
well-being of those he had sworn to protect. To leave yon fellow
unscathed for his insolence, sits like a blister on a raw wound, but go
and make what terms you can with him. I suppose you require not that I
abandon the colony's property altogether to him."

"Nay, nay, Captain, but I am thinking that my comrades and I, with some
of the Little James' men and Master Hewes' company, should clap to and
run up another staging in a few hours either for the new-comers or the
Plymouth men"--

"For Plymouth if you would pleasure me. I would not my men should take
the leavings of yon rabble at any price," interrupted Standish

"So be it, and if Hewes with his men will do their best, and Master
Bridges and you will send your crew to help, we also will labor in the
common cause until each party shall have a staging of its own, and the
bond of Christian charity need not be broken."

"That same bond will be all the safer if I may get away from here with
as small delay as may be," retorted Standish.

"And that too shall be," replied Conant cheerfully. "For I fain would
speak with the Master of the Anne before she sails, and I'll e'en take
our own pinnace and set you across the bay, and be back again before my
mates have well missed me."

"So wilt thou save me from some such explosion as befalls when a little
pot is tightly closed and its contents overheated," replied Myles with a
grim smile, and although Conant stared at the odd simile, he paused not
to ask its solution, but so hastened the building of the stage and the
other business of the day that when sunset fell, the two men, leaving
the rest at an amicable supper eaten in common, spread the wide sails of
their pinnace to a fitful western wind, and skimmed southward under the
soothing and chastening light of the new-risen moon.

The western wind though often sighing in capricious languor never quite
deserted those who trusted to it, and at a good hour next morning the
pinnace dropped her anchor beside the Anne, and her dory carried the two
mew ashore just as Plymouth woke to a new day.



"Wilt give me some breakfast, Priscilla?" asked a well-known voice, as
Mistress Alden bent to uncover her bake kettle, or Dutch oven, to see if
the manchets of fine flour her husband liked so heartily were well

"Lord-a-mercy!" cried she nearly dropping the cover and springing to her
feet. "What, 't is truly thee, Captain, and not thy spook? Why 't was
but yester e'en Dame Bradford told me thou wert away with Master Bridges
on a fishing adventure, and none might guess the day of thy return."

"She said so, did she?" replied the captain; "and who heard it beside
thee, Priscilla?"

"Why--now let me think--yea and verily, Christian Penn was in the room
and no doubt heard the sad tidings though she said naught."

"And none beside, Mistress Alden?"

"None--nay, now I think on 't, thy kinswoman Barbara was in presence.
But there, my manchets will be burnt to crusts. Sit thee down, Captain,
sit thee down."

"And what said Mistress Standish anent my going?" asked Myles seating
himself upon a three-legged stool and doffing his slouched hat.

Priscilla looked at him with one of the keen glances which John declared
counted the cockles of a man's heart. Then she smiled with an air of
satisfaction and replied,--

"Barbara said naught, and so told me much."

"Told thee much? Come now, Priscilla, spare me thine old-time jibes and
puzzlements and show thyself true womanly, and mine own honest friend.
I'm sore bestead, Priscilla--I have a quarrel with Myles Standish, and
't is as big a fardel as my shoulders will bear. Tell me what Barbara's
silence meant to thee?"

"It meant that it was her doings that thou hadst gone, and that thy
going both angered and grieved her, Captain."

"Angered, mayhap."

"Yea, and grieved. She ate no supper, although I prayed her to taste a
new confection of mine own invention."

"Priscilla, dost think Master Allerton would be--would make a"--

"Would be the right goodman for Barbara? No, and no again, I think
naught of the kind."

"Ah! You women are so quick upon the trigger, Priscilla. I would my
snaphance went to the aim as lightly and as surely as your or Barbara's

"Come now, Captain, the manchets are done, and the fish is broiled, and
the porridge made. Wait but till I call the goodman and open a pottle of
my summer beer; 't is dear Dame Brewster's diet-drink, with a thought
more flavor to it, and John says--ah, here thou art, thou big sluggard.
We need no horn to call thee to thy meat."

Entering the cottage with a grin upon his lips and the promise of a kiss
in his eyes, Alden started joyfully at sight of the Captain, and at
Priscilla's impatient summons he bashfully took the head of the table
and asked the blessing upon his family and their daily bread, which was
then the undisputed duty of every head of a household. The captain ate
well, as Priscilla slyly noted; and as she rose from the table and began
rapidly to carry the few pewter and wooden dishes to the scullery John
had added to the two rooms and loft comprising the cottage, she

"What fools we women be! When they care for us the most, a savory dish
will comfort them, and we must pule, and pine, and pale--ah!"

For the captain had followed and stood at the housewife's elbow with a
confused and somewhat foolish smile upon his face.

"Wilt do me a favour, Priscilla?"

"Gladly, as thou knowest, sir."

"Nay, sir me no sirs, Priscilla! Take me for thine own familiar friend
as already I am Alden's."

"'T is an ill-advised quotation, Captain, for the 'own familiar friend'
of the Psalmist proved a false one. But ne'ertheless I'll wear the cap,
and haply prove as true as another to my promise. What can I do for
thee, Captain?"

"Why--as thou dost seem to surmise, Priscilla, there is a question
between Barbara and me--truth to tell I gave her just matter of offense,
and now I've thought better on 't and fain would tell her so, and yet I
fear me if I ask outright she'll not let me come to speech of her."

"Ay, ay, good friend, I see," exclaimed Priscilla, holding up her
slender shapely hand. "And here's the cat's-paw that's to pull thy
chestnuts from the fire!"

"Nay Priscilla"--

"Yea Captain! Put not thy wit to further distress, good friend, for it
needs not; I see all and more than all thou couldst tell me. Go thy way
to the Fort, and look over thy dear guns and wait until thou seest--what
thou wilt see."

And with a little push the young matron thrust her guest out of the open
door of the scullery, and hasted to finish her own labors.

Almost an hour passed and the Captain of the Armies of New England had
uncovered and examined and sighted and petted each gun in his armament
more than once; had considered the range of the saker, the minion, the
falcon, and the bases; and had stood gazing blankly at the whitened
skull of Wituwamat above the gate of the Fort until the wrens who nested
there began to fly restlessly in and out, fancying that the captain
planned an invasion of their territory. He still stood in this posture
when the rustle of a footfall among the dried herbage reached his quick
ear, and turning he confronted Barbara, whose down-dropt eyes hid the
gleam of amusement the sight of his melancholy attitude had kindled in
their depths.

"Priscilla says that you have returned home from the fishing because you
were but poorly, cousin, and she would have me come and ask if you cared
to speak with the chirurgeon who is going afield presently."

"So chill, so frozen, Barbara? Is 't so a kinswoman should speak with
one ill at ease both in mind and body?"

"I came but as a messenger, sir, and venture not to presume upon any
claim of kindred to one who joins the blood of Percivale to that of

"Nay now, nay now, Barbara!--Here, come to the shaded side of the Fort,
and sit you down where we two sat"--

"We two sat on the bench without your door the last parley that we had,
good cousin."

"'Gentle tongues aye give the sharpest wounds,' and it is thou who
provest the proverb true, Barbara."

"Nay, I'll sit me down and listen with all meekness to what thou hast to
say, Captain Standish."

"Thanks for even so much courtesy, Barbara, for I have sought thee to
say that I deserve none at thy hands. I, to whose protection and
comforting thou hast come across the sea, have treated thee as no
base-born churl hath warrant for treating the meanest of woman-kind. I,
to pride myself upon gentle blood and knightly training, and then throw
insult and taunt upon a woman's unshielded head! Nay, Barbara, had any
man three days agone forecast my doing such a thing, I had hurled the
lie in his teeth, and haply crammed it down with Gideon's hilt. Nay--the
good sword may well be ashamed of his master; well may I look for him to
shiver in my grasp when next I draw him"--

"Myles! Myles, I'll hear no more! Nay then, not a word, or I shall hold
it proven that my wish is naught to thee, for all thy contrite sayings.
I fear me Priscilla is right, and thou 'rt truly ill. This hot sun hath
touched thy head with some such distemper as sped poor Master Carver.
Sit thee down here beside me, and I'll fetch cool water from the spring
to bathe thy temples."

"It needs not, cousin. My distemper is of the mind, the heart; nay, it
is wounded honor, lass, and there's no ill of body can sting a man so
shrewdly as that. Say that I have thy pardon, Barbara, if thou canst say
it in truth, and 't will be better than any med'cine in Fuller's

"Why, certes, Myles, thou hast my forgiveness and over and over for any
rough word thou mayst have said, and in sober sadness I mind not what
they were, for all my thought hath been of my unkindness to thee. Myles,
I never told thee, but when thy mother lay a-dying, and thou far away,
fighting the Spaniards in Holland, she bade me care for thee even as she
would have done, and fill a sister's place--and more, and I laid my hand
in hers and promised sacredly, and so she rested content."

"And why didst never tell me this before, cousin?"

"I know not--nay, but that's not all out true, and I'll tell thee no
lies, Myles. When next thou camest to our poor home at Man, thou didst
see Rose, and from the first I knew well enow that there'd be no need of
sister-care for one who found so sweet a wife."

"Ay, she was sweet,--sweet as her pretty name. Dost know, Barbara, when
these bushes burgeon in early summer with their soft and fragrant bloom
it ever minds me of that sweet and fragile Rose that lies beneath."

But Barbara was silent.

"Ah well, ah well, 't is a brief chapter strangely at odds with the rude
life wherein it found itself, and now 't is closed, and better so for
her. She could not have bloomed among these dreary sands and savage
woods; it was not fitting."

He paced a few steps back and forward, and Barbara rose, her clear eyes
full of a woman's noble and patient strength.

"And so, Myles, we are at peace again, and I at least will make it my
endeavor that there shall be no such breach of charity in the future.'"

"Nay, Barbara, stay a little, I pray thee. I have somewhat to say, for
which in advance I must ask thy patience and indulgence. Thou 'lt not be
angered at me so soon again, Barbara?"

"Nay, I'll not be angered, cousin." But Barbara's voice was very sad.

"'T is this, and I thought of it all last night as we flitted in the
moonlight across the bay, and what thou sayest of my mother's charge to
thee fits my thought like hand and glove. Why should not we two wed,

He turned and looked at her, and stood amazed to see how the steadfast
calm of her face broke up in a tempest of indignation, of grief, of
outraged womanhood.

"Why, Barbara! Why, cousin! What is it, what have I said? What ails
thee, dear? What works upon thee so cruelly?"

"That any man should dare fancy it of me--there, there, let be, let me
pass, let me go!"

"Nay, then, I'll not let thee go. I'm but a rude bungler in these
women-ways, and I've said or done somewhat that wounds thee sorely, and
I'll not let thee go till 't is all outsaid and I have once more cleared
myself of at least willful offense toward thee."

"Wilt keep me by force, sir?"

"Ay maid I will, for 't is only in bodily strength that I'm thy match,
and so for the moment I will e'en use it. Sit thee here now and listen
yet again, as I say, Why may not we two wed, cousin Barbara? Thou 'rt
not mine own cousin, thou knowest, child; 't was thy father and mine
were in that bond; and--now bear with me, Barbara--I've a shrewd
suspicion that my mother bade thee be not a sister but a wife to me.
Truth now, did she not, maid?"

"She could not guide either my love or thine, so why would she try?"

"Nay, that's no answer, lass, but we'll let the question go. There's not
a woman alive, Barbara, so dear to me as thou; there's none I hold in
greater reverence or trust; there's none with whom I would so gladly
live out my days, and--though now I risk thy scorn,--there's none whose
lineage I so respect"--

"What, the Henley lineage?" murmured Barbara, with face averted to hide
a smile.

"Nay, thou 'rt all Standish, Barbara! Thou 'rt more Standish than I, for
thou hast the eyes of those old portraits my poor father vainly tried to
wrest from his cousin Alexander. Let me look at those eyes, Barbara!"

"And so because it suits thy convenience to make me thy wife, thou takst
no heed of mine own fancies," said Barbara, not heeding this request.
"And I pray thee unhand me, for I promise to patiently abide till thou
hast said thy say."

"Now there again thou dost me wrong, lass, for as I told thee t' other
day there's no bachelor here fit to wed with thee, there's none I'd give
thee to, nor would I see thee wither away unwed."

"Gramercy cousin, but methinks that is a question I well might settle
for myself."

"Why nay, sith there is no gentleman unwed among our company, save
Allerton, whom I love as little as thou dost."

"I care not for any"--

"I know it, Barbara, I know it well. Thou 'rt that rare marvel, a woman
sufficing unto herself, for as I believe, thou hast never fancied any
man, though more than one hath fancied thee."

"'T is my cold heart," murmured Barbara with a little smile strangled in
its birth.

"Nay," replied her cousin thoughtfully as he pulled at his moustache and
gazed upon the ground at his feet. "Nay, I call thee not so much
heartless as fancy-free. Thou 'rt kind and gentle, ay, and loving as my
dear mother knew. I'm well content with thy heart for such as it is,
Barbara, if thou 'lt but give it me."

"Nay, Myles, I'm deadly sure I've none to give, and out of nothing
nothing comes."

"Thou ne'er canst love me, Barbara?"

"No more than I love thee now, Myles."

"With calm cousin-love thou meanest?"

"I am ill skilled at logic, Myles. I cannot set out my feelings in class
and order, as our chirurgeon doth his herbs and flowers."

"Well, Barbara, I'm grieved that thou lookest upon me so coldly, but I
draw not back from my petition. I'd liefer have thy calm tenderness than
another's hot love, for I can trust thee as I trust mine own honor, and
I know full well that thou 'lt ever be better than thy word. So take me,
Barbara, for thy husband, and fulfill the dear mother's last desire, and
give me the hope of teaching thee in the days to come to love me even as
I love thee."

But for all answer Barbara only turned and laid her hands in his, and
slowly raised the wonder of her eyes until they looked straight into
his; and the man whose front had never quailed in face of death or
danger grew pallid beneath his bronze, and trembled like a leaf in the

"What!--Barbara!--Dost really love me, maid? Nay, cheat me not--speak!
Dost love me, sweetheart, already?"

But Barbara said never a word, nor did Myles ever know more of the
secret of her life than in that one supreme moment he read in her
steadfast eyes.



"And thou 'rt not amazed, Elsie, that our captain and his kinswoman will
wed?" asked Governor Bradford of his wife in the privacy of the family

"No more than at the sun's rising in the East," replied Alice with a
demure little smile.

"Hm! Master Galileo saith the sun riseth not at all, and though the
power of Rome caused him to gainsay it, he did tell me privily in
Amsterdam that it was sooth, and the sun bided forever in the one place
while this round world turned over daily."

"I ever thought the good man was a little crazed," replied Mistress
Bradford serenely. "Like Paul, much learning had made him mad."

"Nay wife, 't was Festus charged Paul with madness, because the apostle
knew more than himself. Haply 't is so with Master Galileo."

"It may be, William. These be not matters for women to meddle withal,"
replied Alice meekly.

"But anent our captain's wooing of his cousin, Elsie? How is 't thou 'rt
not amazed like the rest of us?"

"Because I saw long since that Barbara would never wed another than her
cousin, and thou knowest, Will, how like draws to like, even across the
waste of ocean."

"Ay dame, I know it well and sweetly, and never shall I forget to give
thanks to Him whose wisdom reacheth from end to end, sweetly ordering
all things. But how chanced Mistress Barbara to confess her fondness to
thee, sweetheart?"

"Nay now! Though men do be our masters in most things, how dull they
still show themselves in others. As if a maid, or for that matter a
widow, would ever 'confess her fondness' for any man till he had wooed
her so to do, and but coyly then, if she be wise."

"Too coyly for him to credit her with overmuch tenderness," suggested
the bridegroom.

"Facts speak louder than words, and if a woman will set herself upon far
and perilous journeys, and compass sea and land to come to him who
calleth her, methinks he need not doubt her friendship for him. Nay now,
nay now, we talk of Barbara and the Captain, and I'll tell thee. Since I
was left alone in London,--so lonely too in my wide house in Duke's
Place,--I have taken dear and sweet counsel with Barbara, whom I first
knew in the congregation of Pastor Jacob, and she hath been my guest for
weeks and months at a time, so that if any two women know each other
well, their names are Barbara and Alice."

"But yet she never told thee that she loved her cousin? Now that is
passing strange."

"'T would to my mind have been far stranger had she so bewrayed

"But still those gentle eyes of thine read the secret of her heart?"

"I did mistrust it for long, but when I had thy letter, Will, and
settled my mind to come to thee, I told Barbara somewhat of the old

"Of how thou wast minded to spite thy comely face by cutting off its

But Mistress Bradford had no smile for her husband's somewhat coarse
jest, and went quietly on,--

"And I told her, too, that her kinsman, Myles, had lost the sweet wife
of whom she had so often and so gently spoken; and at the last I told
her I was minded to sell all that I had and go to our folk in New
England, and I asked her would she go, to be ever and always my dear
sister if no other home should offer, and though we said no word that
day of Captain Standish, sure am I that he was in both our minds. And
now, dear man, dost see through the millstone?"

"Ay, since woman's wit hath delved a hole, I can see through it as well
as another." And the governor kissed his wife as merrily as another man,
while she adjusting the demure matron's cap about her fair young face
went out to see that the breakfast was fairly spread.

A fortnight later when the Anne had sailed, and the Little James had
returned and gone again upon a luckless fishing trip, and the new-comers
had settled into their appointed places, and the town was once more
quiet, there came a fair September day when work was laid aside, and
after breakfast the armies of the colony, at least a hundred souls in
all,--if we count the trumpeters, the buglers, the fifers, and the
drummers,--assembled on the Training Green just across the brook, and
after some evolutions marched in orderly array back again past the
spring and up the hill to the governor's house, where they were joined
by him and the elder. Then up and on to the captain's house, where a
guard of honor presented itself at the door, and ushered forth the
chief, carefully dressed in his uniform of state, while at his side
merrily clanked Gideon, resplendent, though none but he and his master
knew it, in such a furbishing and polishing as seldom had fallen to his
lot before.

Saluting his comrades gravely and with somewhat more of dignity than his
wont, the captain took his place, and the procession climbed the short
ascent remaining to the door of the Fort, where entered the dignitaries
and as many more as could find room. Here in the great room now used as
a place of worship a group of matrons and maids awaited them, with
Barbara in their midst, fair and stately in her white robes, the glory
of her eyes outvying any jewels she could have worn.

The meagre civil service was spoken by the governor, but at the request
of both bride and bridegroom the elder made a prayer to which the
captain listened more reverently than his wont, and cried Amen more

Then they came forth these two Standishes made one, and the train band
escorted them to their home, and fired a salute of honor, whose
reverberating waves rolling across the waters broke at last upon the
foot of Captain's Hill, sighing away into silence over the quiet plain
where one day should be dug a warrior's grave, marked head and foot with
a great three-cornered stone.



And so, tenderly, reluctantly, lingeringly we leave them, these dear
ones whose memory we cherish so lovingly, and in the sober reality of
whose lives lies a charm no romance can ever reach.

Would you know more of them, for there are, as the Sultana promised
morning by morning, stranger and better things to come than these that
have been told, go read the annals of the Pilgrims, those precious
fragments left to us by Bradford and by Winslow, and a letter written by
De Rasières, Secretary of the Dutch Colony at Manhattan, who, visiting
Plymouth upon a diplomatic errand in 1627, wrote to his superiors a
letter preserved in the Royal Library of Holland wherein he draws this
little picture of the town we have tried to reproduce, and mentions some
of these dear friends whose lives we know so much better than he did.

"New Plymouth lies on the slope of a hill, stretching east toward the
sea-coast with a broad street about a cannon shot long, leading down the
hill with a cross street in the middle going southward to the rivulet,
and northward to the land. The houses are constructed of hewn planks,
with gardens also enclosed behind, and at the sides, with hewn planks,
so that their houses and court-yards are arranged in very good order,
with a stockade against a sudden attack; and at the ends of the streets
there are three wooden gates. In the centre on the cross street stands
the Governor's house, before which is a square erection upon which four
patereros are mounted so as to flank along the streets.

"Upon the hill they have a large square house, with a flat roof made of
thick sawn planks stayed with oak beams, upon the top of which they have
six cannons which shoot iron balls of four or five pounds and command
the surrounding country. The lower part they use for their church, where
they preach on Sundays and the usual holidays. They assemble by beat of
drum, each with his musket or firelock, in front of the Captain's door;
they have their cloaks on, and place themselves in order three abreast,
and are led by a sergeant without beat of drum. Behind comes the
Governor in a long robe; beside him on the right hand comes the preacher
with his cloak on, and on the left hand the Captain with his side-arms
and cloak on, and with a small cane in his hand; and so they march in
good order, and each sets his arms down near him. Thus they are
constantly on their guard night and day."

But after all, glad as we are of this little loophole pierced through
the mists of antiquity, the fashion of our friends' houses and
court-yards, their cloaks and muskets and quaint Sunday procession are
not as valuable to us as the story of their individual lives: the story
of Priscilla and John Alden and their children; of Myles, military power
of the colony, beyond his threescore years and ten; of Barbara, called
his "dear wife" in the dignified Last Will, wherein he bequeaths
"Ormistic, Bousconge, Wrightington, Maudesley" and the rest, to
Alexander his "son and heir," sturdily proclaiming with as it were his
last breath, that these fair domains were "surreptitiously detained"
from him. And Lora Standish, fair sweet shadow upon the mirror of the
past; and Mary Dingley, beloved of the grand old warrior; and Alice
Bradford, of whom at the last Morton wrote,--

    "Adoe my loving friend, my aunt, my mother,
     Of those that's left I have not such another."

And Bradford himself, and Brewster, and Winslow, and Howland, each one
of whom hath left behind him enough of achievement to fill a dozen of
the degenerate lives of a butterfly of to-day; and the women they loved,
and the young men and maidens who rose up around them: ah, how can we
leave them, how can we say good-by! Shall we not the rather cherish them
and study them more than we ever yet have done, feeling in our hearts
that those virtues, that courage, and that nobility of life may be ours
as well as theirs, may illustrate the easy life of to-day, and make it
less unworthy to be the fruit of the Tree of Liberty, planted in the
blood and watered by the tears of our Fathers.

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Transcriber's Notes:

   Page 58, Comma added after "Thou liest, knave"

   Page 102, Comma added after "Good-morrow"

   Page 144, Hyphen added to "commander in-chief"

   Page 149, Period added after "his unwonted amenity"

   Page 179, Double quote added after "thou mayest set down"

   Page 304, Period added after "Glad am I to see thee"

   Page 363, "Pecksnot" changed to "Pecksuot"

   Page 422, "freind" changed to "friend"

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