1. “To and fro in a room of his simple and primitive dwelling,

Clad in doublet and hose, and boots of Cordovan leather,
Strode, with a martial air, Miles Standish the Puritan Captain.”

II. “Long at the window he stood, and wistfully gazed on the landscape.” M. S. MORGAN,

6

III.

“So the strong will prevailed, and Alden went on his errand,

Out of the street of the village, and into the paths of the forest.”

IV.

“ Then, as he opened the door, he beheld the form of the maiden
Seated beside her wheel, and the carded wool like a snow-drift
Piled at her knee, her white hands feeding the ravenous spindle.”

JOHN ABSOLON. 15

V. “I knew it was you when I heard your step in the passage;

For I was thinking of you, as I sat there singing and spinning."

JOAN ABSOLON. 17

VI.

“Into the open air John Alden, perplexed and bewildered,
Rushed like a man insane, and wandered alone by the sea-side."

VII.

“Till he beheld the lights in the seven houses of Plymouth,

Shining like seven stars in the dusk and mist of the evening."

VIII.

“ Then from the rattlesnake's skin, with a sudden, contemptuous gesture,

Jerking the Indian arrows, he filled it with powder and bullets
Full to the very jaws, and handed it back to the savage."

JOHN ABSOLON. 29

IX. “And, with the others, in haste went hurrying down to the sea-shore,

Down to the Plymouth Rock, that had been to their feet as a door-step.” M. S. MORGAN. 33

X.

“ Thus for a while he stood, and mused by the shore of the ocean,
Thinking of many things, and most of all of Priscilla."

JOHN ABSOLON, 37

XI.

“ Came to parley with Standish, and offer him furs as a present.”

M. S. MORGAN. 44

XII.

“The men were intent on their labour,
Busy with hewing and building, with garden-plot and with merestead,
Busy with breaking the glebe, and mowing the grass in the meadows."

BIRKET FOSTER. 48

XIII.

“He sitting awkwardly there, with his arms extended before him,

She standing graceful, erect, and winding the thread from his fingers.”

JOHN ABSOLON. 51

XIV.

“Alden the thoughtful, the careful, so happy, so proud of Priscilla,

Brought out his snow-white steer, obeying the hand of its master."

JOHN ABSOLON. 57

XV. “So through the Plymouth woods passed onward the bridal procession."

THE COURTSHIP

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