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War is a terrible trade; but in the cause that is righteous, Sweet is the smell of powder; and thus I an

swer the challengel ”

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, Saying, in thundering tones: “Here, take it ! this is your answer l’” Silently out of the room then glided the glistening Savage, Bearing the serpent's skin, and seeming himself like a serpent, Winding his sinuous way in the dark to the

depths of the forest.


JUST in the gray of the dawn, as the mists uprose from the meadows, There was a stir and a sound in the slumbering village of Plymouth; Clanging and clicking of arms, and the order imperative; “Forward ' " Given in tone suppressed, a tramp of feet, and then silence. Figures ten, in the mist, marched slowly Out of the village. Standish the stalwart it was, with eight of his

valorous army,

Led by their Indian guide, by Hobomok, friend of the white men, Northward marching to quell the sudden revolt of the savage. Giants they seemed in the mist, or the mighty men of King David; Giants in heart they were, who believed in God and the Bible, – Ay, who believed in the smiting of Midianites and Philistines. Over them gleamed far off the crimson banners of morning; Under them loud on the sands, the serried billows, advancing, Fired along the line, and in regular order re


Many a mile had they marched, when at length the village of Plymouth Woke from its sleep, and arose, intent on its Sweet was the air and soft; and slowly the smoke from the chimneys Rose over roofs of thatch, and pointed steadily eastward ; Men came forth from the doors, and paused and talked of the weather, Said that the wind had changed, and was blowing fair for the May Flower; Talked of their Captain's departure, and all the dangers that menaced, He being gone, the town, and what should be done in his absence. Merrily sang the birds, and the tender voices of women Consecrated with hymns the common cares of the household. Out of the sea rose the sun, and the billows rejoiced at his coming; Beautiful were his feet on the purple tops of

manifold labors.

the mountains;

Beautiful on the sails of the May Flower riding at anchor, Battered and blackened and worn by all the storms of the winter. Loosely against her masts was hanging and flapping her canvas, Rent by so many gales, and patched by the hands of the sailors. Suddenly from her side, as the Sun rose over the ocean, Darted a puff of smoke, and floated seaward; anon rang Loud over field and forest the cannon's roar, and the echoes Heard and repeated the Sound, the signal-gun of departure Ah! but with louder echoes replied the hearts of the people ! Meekly, in voices subdued, the chapter was read from the Bible,

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