Miles Standish, the Puritan CaptainAbbott, John S. C. (John Stevens Cabot)
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Miles Standish, the Puritan Captain
Abbott, John S. C. (John Stevens Cabot)
Standish, Myles, 1584?-1656
After a march of three days, he is represented as coming to an Indian
encampment. The little cluster of huts was upon a meadow, with the
gloomy forest on one side, and the ocean surf breaking upon the other.
A few women were scattered around among the wigwams. A formidable
band of warriors, evidently on the war path, plumed and painted, and
thoroughly armed, were gathered around their council fires. As soon as
they saw the bright armor of the Pilgrims, as the brave little band
emerged from the forest, two of the chiefs, men of gigantic stature,
came forward to meet them. With much historic accuracy of detail
the poet describes the scene which ensued--a scene which has been
presented to the reader in the preceding narrative.
One of these was Pecksuot, the other Wattawamat. These burly savages,
huge as Goliath of Gath, met Captain Standish, at first with deceitful
words, hoping to disarm his suspicions. Through Hobbomak, the
interpreter, who had accompanied the Captain, they proposed to barter
their furs for blankets and muskets. But they soon saw, in the flashing
eyes of Captain Standish, that he was not to be thus beguiled. The
poet, giving utterance to authentic history in glowing verse, and
making use of almost the very expressions uttered by the savages,
writes:
“Suddenly changing their tone, they began to boast and to bluster.
Then Wattawamat advanced with a stride in front of the other,
And with a lofty demeanor, thus vauntingly spake to the Captain:
‘Now Wattawamat can see, by the fiery eyes of the Captain,
Angry is he in his heart; but the heart of the brave Wattawamat
Is not afraid at the sight. He was not born of a woman,
But on the mountain, at night, from an oak tree riven by lightning.’
Forth he sprang at a bound, with all his weapons about him,
Shouting, ‘Who is there here to fight with the brave Wattawamat?’
Then he unsheathed his knife, and, whetting the blade on his left hand,
Held it aloft and displayed a woman’s face on the handle,
Saying, with bitter expression and look of sinister meaning,
‘I have another at home, with the face of a man on the handle;
By and by they shall marry; and there will be plenty of children.’”
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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