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twg_000012923800 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923801 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923802 | company, or find bearded men with swords at their sides carrying themselves like milk-fed babes." "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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923803 | 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 night." "Oh, he is overdone with the work we babes | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923804 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923805 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923806 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923807 | 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, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923808 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923809 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923810 | 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, man?" "Here, Captain," responded a coarse voice, and a man whose mean and truculent face contrasted forcibly | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923811 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923812 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923813 | 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, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923814 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923815 | 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 discontentedly,-- "O'er many masters to my mind." Standish answered neither, except by a glance from his penetrating eyes, and Billington taking | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923816 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923817 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923818 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923819 | you with him, and keep an eye on his course." 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923820 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923821 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923822 | 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?" | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923823 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923824 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923825 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923826 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923827 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923828 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923829 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923830 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923831 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923832 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923833 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923834 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923835 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923836 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923837 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923838 | "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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923839 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923840 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923841 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923842 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923843 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923844 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923845 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923846 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923847 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923848 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923849 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923850 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923851 | it dubiously. "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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923852 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923853 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923854 | 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, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923855 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923856 | any but a white man's head, nor do red men wear breeches." "Ay, he was a white man, but, as I opine, a Frenchman," declared Winslow thoughtfully. "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, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923857 | 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." . AN AWFUL DANGER. "Found you a good burial place in yonder wilderness?" asked Dorothy Bradford of her husband the next morning as he sat beside her | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923858 | 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." | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923859 | "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 die." "Nay, then, dear wife"-- | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923860 | "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. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923861 | "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!" | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923862 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923863 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923864 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923865 | 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 cabin." "I will come," | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923866 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923867 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923868 | 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[] 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923869 | 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." [] Ipswich. "It needs not so many words, Governor," interrupted Jones rudely. "If | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923870 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923871 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923872 | 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, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923873 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923874 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923875 | 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."[] [] Jones River, Duxbury. "And why | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923876 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923877 | tongue"-- "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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923878 | 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 said,-- "My mind, if you will have it, is that this matter should be shrewdly pressed, and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923879 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923880 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923881 | Coppin this very hour, or as soon as we may." "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, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923882 | 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, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923883 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923884 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923885 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923886 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923887 | is enough." "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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923888 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923889 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923890 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923891 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923892 | didst thou with the powder on the floor, John?" "I made some squibs as father did last Guy Fawkes Day," muttered the boy. "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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923893 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923894 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923895 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923896 | boy crept miserably away, foreboding the whipping of which he was not disappointed. . THE FIRST ENCOUNTER. 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923897 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923898 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000012923899 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
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