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Somewhat amazed and alarmed at this irreverent language: “Not so thought Saint Paul, nor yet the other Apostles; Not from the cannon's mouth were the tongues of fire they

spake with!" But unheeded fell this mild rebuke on the Captain, Who had advanced to the table, and thus continued dis

coursing: “Leave this matter to me, for to me by right it pertaineth. War is a terrible trade; but in the cause that is righteous, Sweet is the smell of powder; and thus I answer the chal


Then from the rattlesnake's skin, with a sudden, contemp

tuous 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!” 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


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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


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, ad

vancing, Fired along the line, and in regular order retreated.

Many a mile had they marched, when at length the vil

lage of Plymouth Woke from its sleep, and arose, intent on its manifold labors. 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


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 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, Meekly the prayer was begun, but ended in fervent entreaty! Then from their houses in haste came forth the Pilgrims

of Plymouth, Men and women and children, all hurrying down to the

sea-shore, Eager, with tearful eyes, to say farewell to the May Flower, 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,

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 moment

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!" 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, Covered himself with the cloak he had worn in his cam

paigns in Flanders, Slept as a soldier sleeps in his bivouac, ready for action. But with the dawn he arose; in the twilight Alden beheld him Put on his corslet of steel, and all the rest of his armor, 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 pardon; All the old friendship came back, with its tender and grate

ful emotions; But his pride overmastered the nobler nature within him,Pride, and the sense of his wrong, and the burning fire of

the insult. So he beheld his friend departing in anger, but spake not, Saw him go forth to danger, perhaps to death, and he

spake not! Then he arose from his bed, and heard what the people

were saying,

Joined in the talk at the door, with Stephen and Richard

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

ture, 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 door-step Into a world unknown,—the corner-stone of a nation.

There with his boat was the Master, already a little im

patient 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 Into his pockets capacious, and messages mingled together Into his narrow brain, till at last he was wholly bewildered. Nearer the boat stood Alden, with one foot placed on the

gunwale, 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


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