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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 Mayflower rid

ing 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;

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Then from their houses in haste came forth the Pilgrims of Plymouth,

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

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Eager, with tearful eyes, to say farewell to the Mayflower,

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

unrest of his fever.

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 campaigns 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 corselet 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 grateful 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 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

Into a world unknown, -the corner-stone There with his boat was the Master, already a little impatient

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,

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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,

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