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her canvas,

Battered and blackened and worn by all the storms of

the winter. Loosely against her masts was hanging and flapping

510 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!

515 Ah! but with louder echoes replied the hearts of the

people! Meekly, in voices subdued, the chapter was read from

the Bible, Meekly the prayer was begun, but ended in fervent

entreaty ! Then from their houses in haste came forth the Pil

grims of Plymouth, Men and women and children, all hurrying down to the sea-shore,

520 Eager, with tearful eyes, to say farewell to the May



Homeward bound o'er the sea, and leaving them here

in the desert.

Foremost among them was Alden. All night he

had lain without slumber, Turning and tossing about in the heat and unrest of

his fever. He had beheld Miles Standish, who came back late from the council,

525 Stalking into the room, and heard him mutter and

murmur, Sometimes it seemed a prayer, and sometimes it sounded

like swearing Once he had come to the bed, and stood there a mo

ment in silence; Then he had turned away, and said: “I will not

awake him ; Let him sleep on, it is best; for what is the use of more talking!”

530 Then he extinguished the light, and threw himself

down on his pallet, Dressed as he was, and ready to start at the break of

the morning,

522 Desert: is Plymouth county a desert? What would be a better word? See if it will fit into the line.


Covered himself with the cloak he had worn in his

campaigns in Flanders,
Slept as a soldier sleeps in his bivouac, ready for

But with the dawn he arose; in the twilight Alden
beheld him

Put on his corselet of steel, and all the rest of his

Buckle about his waist his trusty blade of Damascus,
Take from the corner his musket, and so stride out of

the chamber.
Often the heart of the youth had burned and yearned

to embrace him,
Often his lips had essayed to speak, imploring for

All the old friendship came back with its tender and

grateful emotions;
But his pride overmastered the nobler nature within

Pride, and the sense of his wrong, and the burning

fire of the insult.
So he beheld his friend departing in anger, but spake



534 Bivouac: a soldier often has to sleep on the field of battle wrapped only in his cloak, ready for action at a moment's notice. This is called bivouacking.

Saw him go forth to danger, perhaps to death, and he spake not!

545 Then he arose from his bed, and heard what the peo

ple were saying, Joined in the talk at the door, with Stephen anc.

Richard and Gilbert, Joined in the morning prayer, and in the reading of

Scripture, 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 doorstep

550 Into a world unknown, — the corner-stone of a nation !

There with his boat was the Master, already a little


547 Stephen, Richard, Gilbert: these are first names of some of the colonists.

550 Plymouth Rock: the famous rock may still be seen at Plymouth. Years ago when the town felt obliged to build out a new wharf which threatened to cover the rock, an effort was made to remove the cherished landmark. The upper part was broken off and is preserved at the Museum of the Pilgrim Society. The rest of the boulder remains in its place some paces back from the water, enclosed, and surmounted with a granite canopy in which are preserved a few bones of the first settlers disinterred from the old purying lot.

661 Why is it called the corner-stone of a nation ?

Lest he should lose the tide, or the wind might shift

to the eastward, Square-built, hearty, and strong, with an odor of ocean

about him, Speaking with this one and that, and cramming letters and parcels

555 Into his pockets capacious, and messages mingled to

gether Into his narrow brain, till at last he was wholly bewil

dered. Nearer the boat stood Alden, with one foot placed on

the gun wale, One still firm on the rock, and talking at times with

the sailors, Seated erect on the thwarts, all ready and eager for

starting He too was eager to go, and thus put an end to his

anguish, Thinking to fly from despair, that swifter than keel is

or canvas, Thinking to drown in the sea the ghost that would rise

and pursue him. But as he gazed on the crowd, he beheld the form of

Priscilla Standing dejected among them, unconscious of all that was passing



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