Sitting alone. and absorbed in the martial pages of Cæsar. Fighting some great campaign in Hainault1 or Brabant or

Flanders.

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"Long have you been on your errand," he said with a cheery demeanor,

Even as one who is waiting an answer, and fears not the

issue.

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"Not far off is the house, although the woods are between us; But you have lingered so long, that while you were going and

coming

I have fought ten battles and sacked and demolished a city. Come, sit down, and in order relate to me all that has hap

pened."

Then John Alden spake, and related the wondrous adven

ture

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From beginning to end, minutely, just as it happened;
How he had seen Priscilla, and how he had sped in his court-

ship,

Only smoothing a little, and softening down her refusal.

But when he came at length to the words Priscilla had spoken, Words so tender and cruel, "Why don't you speak for your

self, John?"

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Up leaped the Captain of Plymouth, and stamped on the floor,

till his armor

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Clanged on the wall, where it hung, with a sound of sinister

omen.

All his pent-up wrath burst forth in a sudden explosion,
E'en as a hand-granade, that scatters destruction round it.

Wildly he shouted, and loud: "John Alden! you have be

trayed me! Me, Miles Standish, your friend! have supplanted, defrauded, betrayed me!

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One of my ancestors ran his sword through the heart of Wat Tyler;'

Who shall prevent me from running my own through the heart of a traitor?

Yours is the greater treason, for yours is a treason to friendship!

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You, who lived under my roof, whom I cherished and loved as a brother; You, who have fed at my board, and drunk at my cup, to whose keeping

I have intrusted my honor, my thoughts the most sacred and secret,

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You too, Brutus! ah, woe to the name of friendship hereafter!

Brutus was Cæsar's friend, and you were mine, but henceforward

Let there be nothing between us save war, and implacable hatred!" 85

So spake the Captain of Plymouth, and strode about in the chamber,

Chafing and choking with rage; like cords were the veins on his temples.

But in the midst of his anger a man appeared at the doorway, Bringing in uttermost haste a message of urgent importance, Rumors of danger and war and hostile incursions of Indians! 90. Straightway the Captain paused, and, without further question or parley,

Took from the nail on the wall his sword with its scabbard of

iron,

Buckled the belt round his waist, and, frowning fiercely, departed.

Alden was left alone. He heard the clank of the scabbard Growing fainter and fainter, and dying away in the distance. 95 Then he arose from his seat, and looked forth into the dark

ness,

Felt the cool air blow on his cheek, that was hot with the insult,

Lifted his eyes to the heavens, and, folding his hands as in childhood,

Prayed in the silence of night to the Father who seeth in secret.1

Meanwhile the choleric Captain strode wrathful away to the council,

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Found it already assembled, impatiently waiting his coming; Men in the middle of life, austere and grave in deportment,

Only one of them old, the hill that was nearest to heaven, Covered with snow, but erect, the excellent Elder of Plym

outh.

God had sifted three kingdoms to find the wheat for this

planting,

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Then had sifted the wheat, as the living seed of a nation;
So say the chronicles old, and such is the faith of the people!
Near them was standing an Indian, in attitude stern and

Naked down to the waist, and grim and ferocious in aspect; While on the table before them was lying unopened a Bible,1 11.0 Ponderous, bound in leather, brass-studded, printed in Holland,

And beside it outstretched the skin of a rattlesnake glittered,

Filled, like a quiver, with arrows: a signal and challenge of warfare,

Brought by the Indian, and speaking with arrowy tongues of defiance.

This Miles Standish beheld, as he entered, and heard them debating 115 What were an answer befitting the hostile message and menace,

Talking of this and of that, contriving, suggesting, object

ing;

One voice only for peace, and that the voice of the Elder, Judging it wise and well that some at least were converted, Rather than any were slain, for this was but Christian be

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havior! Then out spake Miles Standish, the stalwart Captain of Plymouth,

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Muttering deep in his throat, for his voice was husky with anger,

"What! do you mean to make war with milk and the water of roses?

Is it to shoot red squirrels you have your howitzer planted

There on the roof of the church, or is it to shoot red devils? 125 Truly the only tongue that is understood by a savage

Must be the tongue of fire that speaks from the mouth of the

cannon!"

Thereupon answered and said the excellent Elder of Plymouth,
Somewhat amazed and alarmed at this irreverent language:
"Not so thought Saint Paul, nor yet the other Apostles; 130
Not from the cannon's mouth were the tongues of fire1 they
spake with!"

But unheeded fell this mild rebuke on the Captain,
Who had advanced to the table, and thus continued discoursing:
"Leave this matter to me, for to me by right it pertaineth.
War is a terrible trade; but in the cause that is righteous, 135
Sweet is the smell of powder; and thus I answer the chal-

lenge!"

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!"

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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.

V.

THE SAILING OF THE "MAYFLOWER."

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;

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