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This is the sword of Damascus I fought with in Flanders; 1 this breastplate,
25 Well I remember the day! once saved my life in a skir
mish; Here in front you can see the very dint of the bullet Fired point-blank at my heart by a Spanish arcabucero.2 Had it not been of sheer steel, the forgotten bones of Miles
Standish Would at this moment be mould, in their grave in the Flem
ish morasses." 3 Thereupon answered John Alden, but looked not up from
his writing: “Truly the breath of the Lord hath slackened the speed of
the bullet; He in his mercy preserved you, to be our shield and our
weapon!” Still the Captain continued, unheeding the words of the
stripling: “See, how bright they are burnished, as if in an arsenal
hanging; That is because I have done it myself, and not left it to
1 Flanders was a large countship of the Low Countries. The territory covered by the provinces of East and West Flanders in modern Belgium was once a part of this ancient county. In the fourteenth century, the city of Bruges, in Flanders, was a commercial center of Europe. In the market place of “that quaint old Flemish city,” stands the belfry of which Longfellow has written. Although Flanders was i frequently at war, her people nevertheless preserved their habits of thrift and industry and so were able to maintain their industrial prosperity.
2 A Spanish word, meaning a soldier whose principal weapon was an arquebus, an ancient hand gun.
: The marshes of Flanders.
Serve yourself, would you be well served, is an excellent
adage; So I take care of my arms, as you of your pens and your
inkhorn. Then, too, there are my soldiers, my great, invincible army, Twelve men, all equipped, having each his rest ? and his matchlock,
40 Eighteen shillings a month, together with diet and pillage, And, like Cæsar," I know the name of each of my soldiers!” This he said with a smile, that danced in his eyes, as the
sunbeams Dance on the waves of the sea, and vanish again in a
moment. Alden laughed as he wrote, and still the Captain continued :
45 “Look! you can see from this window my brazen how
itzer 4 planted High on the roof of the church, a preacher who speaks to
the purpose, Steady, straightforward, and strong, with irresistible logic, Orthodox, flashing conviction right into the hearts of the
heathen. Now we are ready, I think, for any assault of the Indians: 50 Let them come, if they like, and the sooner they try it the
1 The forerunner of the modern inkwell.
2 As the matchlock was a heavy weapon, a support, or rest, was needed to steady the aim.
3 Julius Cæsar was a great Roman general, statesman, writer, and orator. One of his famous books is the Commentaries, an account of his campaigns in Gaul and in the Civil War. His writings were first made public in 51 B. C. The editio princeps of Cæsar's works was published about the middle of the fifteenth century; it was, therefore, among the earliest of printed books.
4 An old-fashioned cannon.
Let them come if they like, be it sagamore, sachem, or
pow-wow, Aspinet, Samoset, Corbitant, Squanto, or Tokamahamon!”
Long at the window he stood; and wistfully gazed on the
landscape, Washed with a cold gray mist, the vapory breath of the east-wind,
55 Forest and meadow and hill, and the steel-blue rim of the
ocean, Lying silent and sad, in the afternoon shadows and sunshine. Over his countenance fitted a shadow like those on the
landscape, Gloom intermingled with light; and his voice was subdued
with emotion, Tenderness, pity, regret, as after a pause he proceeded: 60 “Yonder there, on the hill by the sea, lies buried Rose
Standish; 2 Beautiful rose of love, that bloomed for me by the wayside! She was the first to die of all who came in the Mayflower! Green above her is growing the field of wheat we have sown
there, Better to hide from the Indian scouts the graves of our
people, Lest they should count them and see how many already
have perished!” Sadly his face he averted, and strode up and down, and was
Fixed to the opposite wall was a shelf of books, and among
1 Sachem, great chief; sagamore, chief of lesser rank; pow-wow, one claiming skill in the use of herbs and charms.
· The young wife of Miles Standish. She died February 8, 1621.
Prominent three, distinguished alike for bulk and for bind
ing; Barriffe's Artillery Guide, and the Commentaries of Cæ
sar, Out of the Latin translated by Arthur Goldinge 2 of London, And, as if guarded by these, between them was standing
the Bible. Musing a moment before them, Miles Standish paused, as
if doubtful Which of the three he should choose for his consolation and
comfort, Whether the wars of the Hebrews, the famous campaigns of the Romans,
75 Or the Artillery practice, designed for belligerent Christians. Finally down from its shelf he dragged the ponderous
Roman, Seated himself at the window, and opened the book, and in
silence Turned o'er the well-worn leaves, where thumb-marks thick
on the margin, Like the trample of feet, proclaimed the battle was hot
test. Nothing was heard in the room but the hurrying pen of the
stripling, Busily writing epistles important, to go by the May
flower, Ready to sail on the morrow, or next day at latest, God
willing! Homeward bound with the tidings of all that terrible
1 The writer of this book was a Puritan, and to a title page of half & score of lines subjoined a text from the Psalms suited to the tone of the book.
? A writer and translator of the sixteenth century.
Letters written by Alden, and full of the name of Priscilla,
85 Full of the name and the fame of the Puritan maiden
LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP
Nothing was heard in the room but the hurrying pen of the
stripling, Or an occasional sigh from the laboring heart of the Cap
tain, Reading the marvellous words and achievements of Julius
Cæsar. After a while he exclaimed, as he smote with his hand, palm downwards,
90 Heavily on the page: “A wonderful man was this Cæsar! You are a writer, and I am a fighter, but here is a fellow Who could both write and fight, and in both was equally
skilful!” Straightway answered and spake John Alden, the comely,
the youthful: “Yes, he was equally skilled, as you say, with his pen and his weapons.
95 Somewhere have I read, but where I forget, he could dic
tate Seven letters at once, at the same time writing his memoirs." "Truly," continued the Captain, not beeding or hearing the
other, “Truly a wonderful man was Caius Julius Cæsar!
1 Priscilla Mullins was one of the Pilgrims. Her father, mother, and brother were with her on the Mayflower, but died during the first winter.