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Yes! as my foot was the first that stepped on

this rock at the landing, So, with the blessing of God, shall it be the

last at the leaving !"

Meanwhile the Master alert, but with dig

nified air and important, Scanning with watchful eye the tide and the

wind and the weather, Walked about on the sands; and the people

crowded around him Saying a few last words, and enforcing his

careful remembrance. Then, taking each by the hand, as if he were

grasping a tiller, Into the boat he sprang, and in haste shoved

off to his vessel, Glad in his heart to get rid of all this worry

and flurry, Glad to be gone from a land of sand and sick

ness and sorrow,

Short allowance of victual, and plenty of noth

ing but Gospel ! Lost in the sound of the oars was the last fare

well of the Pilgrims. O strong hearts and true! not one went back

in the May Flower ! No, not one looked back, who had set his hand

to this ploughing!

Soon were heard on board the shouts and

songs of the sailors

Heaving the windlass round, and hoisting the

ponderous anchor. Then the yards were braced, and all sails set

to the west-wind, Blowing steady and strong; and the May

Flower sailed from the harbor, Rounded the point of the Gurnet, and leaving

far to the southward Island and cape of sand, and the Field of the

First Encounter,

Took the wind on her quarter, and stood for

the open Atlantic, Borne on the send of the sea, and the swelling

hearts of the Pilgrims.

Long in silence they watched the receding

sail of the vessel, Much endeared to them all, as something living

and human ; Then, as if filled with the spirit, and wrapt in

a vision prophetic, Baring his hoary head, the excellent Elder of

Plymouth Said, “ Let us pray!” and they prayed, and

thanked the Lord and took courage. Mournfully sobbed the waves at the base of the

rock, and above them Bowed and whispered the wheat on the hill of

death, and their kindred Seemed to awake in their graves, and to join

in the prayer that they uttered.

Sun-illumined and white, on the eastern verge

of the ocean

Gleamed the departing sail, like a marble slab

in a graveyard; Buried beneath it lay for ever all hope of es

caping Lo! as they turned to depart, they saw the

form of an Indian, Watching them from the hill; but while they

spake with each other, Pointing with outstretched hands, and saying,

6 Look!” he had vanished. So they returned to their homes; but Alden

lingered a little, Musing alone on the shore, and watching the

wash of the billows Round the base of the rock, and the sparkle

and flash of the sunshine, Like the spirit of God, moving visibly over

the waters.



Thus for a while he stood, and mused by the

shore of the ocean, Thinking of many things, and most of all of

Priscilla; And as if thought had the power to draw to

itself, like the loadstone, Whatsoever it touches, by subtile laws of its

nature, Lo! as he turned to depart, Priscilla was

standing beside him.

“ Are you so much offended, you will not

speak to me?” said she.

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