MONTH after month passed away, and in autumn the ships of the merchants 1 ! WHEEL All in the village was peace; but at times the rumor of warfare Filled the air with alarm, and the apprehension of danger. Bravely the stalwart Miles Standish was scouring the land with his forces, Waxing valiant in fight and defeating the alien armies, Till his name had become a sound of fear to the nations. Anger was still in his heart, but at times the remorse and contrition Which in all noble natures succeed the passionate outbreak, Came like a rising tide, that encounters the rush of a river, Staying its current a while, but making it bitter and brackish. Meanwhile Alden at home had built him a new habitation, Oiled to admit the light, while wind and rain were excluded. Still may be seen to this day some trace of the well and the orchard. |