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twg_000012923700 | 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; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923701 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923702 | the bulkhead and said,-- "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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923703 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923704 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923705 | 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." | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923706 | "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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923707 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923708 | 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, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923709 | 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, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923710 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923711 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923712 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923713 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923714 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923715 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923716 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923717 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923718 | 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 day." "That poor Desire, 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923719 | 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. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923720 | "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 pats 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923721 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923722 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923723 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923724 | aye inflict. I would I were not so waspish, Mary mine!" "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. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923725 | "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 aright." "Why, then, so be | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923726 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923727 | 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 months. . THE SWORD OF STANDISH. The "little bird," probably John Alden, constant companion of Standish, had sung truly in Priscilla's ear of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923728 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923729 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923730 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923731 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923732 | 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, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923733 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923734 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923735 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923736 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923737 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923738 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923739 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923740 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923741 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923742 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923743 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923744 | jacket. Wert meek and mild in those days, Hopkins, and thy tongue, was 't innocent of strange oaths?" "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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923745 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923746 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923747 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923748 | 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 about." "And what became of him?" asked Hopkins, as the captain seemed to have finished. "Oh, there was no | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923749 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923750 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923751 | 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, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923752 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923753 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923754 | Gideon the name of your sword then, Master?" asked Alden half timidly, for Standish had the habit of command and was impatient of much questioning. 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923755 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923756 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923757 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923758 | 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 price." "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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923759 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923760 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923761 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923762 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923763 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923764 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923765 | it to me who had, he said, saved more than his life." "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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923766 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923767 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923768 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923769 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923770 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923771 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923772 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923773 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923774 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923775 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923776 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923777 | again, until at the last his parchment cheeks creased and crackled in what may have been meant for a smile, and he said,-- "'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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923778 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923779 | totally different characters.[] [] This sword may still be seen in Pilgrim Hall, Plymouth, Massachusetts. "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, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923780 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923781 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923782 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923783 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923784 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923785 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923786 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923787 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923788 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923789 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923790 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923791 | 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 graved clearly enough, but what mean the other two rows?" "My lad, thou seest wrong. The and and are but symbols of letters not there set down, and the whole, partly from that same foolish | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923792 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923793 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923794 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923795 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923796 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923797 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923798 | Sword of the Lord and of Gideon! thou 'lt know my meaning." . THE LILIES OF FRANCE. "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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923799 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
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