"Ah, Kate, Kate, thou hast never failed in all our happy wedded life--fail not now--promise--promise"-- "Dear love, I promise to bow myself in all loving submission to whatsoever our God shall send." "Ay, that is right, that is well, that is mine own noble Kate. And Howland, I leave her to thy care--be a brother, a leal and true friend--thou knowest what that word means--I can no more--my senses reel"-- "It needs no more, dear master, dear friend, if I may call my master so"-- "My friend," murmured Carver. "Then I do pledge my word as a God-fearing man, that from this moment the first care, the chiefest duty of my life shall be to serve and shield and comfort my dear lady so far as God gives me power. I will be her servant, her brother, her friend, in all ways, and under all comings, and so help me God, as I shall keep this my promise." "Thou dost comfort my soul, even as it enters upon the valley of the shadow. Stand ye two aside and bring in my brethren." Howland quietly opened the door, and the three who had stood grouped against the golden sky on that December evening on Clarke's Island silently entered the room and stood around the bed, where in the awful hush that clings about the last hour their chief lay half unconscious and yet able to rally his energies for one more mighty effort. "Brethren, I go--God remaineth--His blessing be upon you, and all His Israel here.--Forgive my shortcomings--forgive if I have offended any, knowing or unknowing"-- "Thou hast ever been our best and dearest earthly friend--pardon thou us, dear saint!" murmured Winslow. --"And if ye will follow my counsel, make William Bradford your Governor--and set aside all jealousy, all heart burning--Winslow dost promise?" "Ay, friend, I promise right heartily." "Standish?" "Ay, Governor." "Good-by--I can no more--Elder, say a prayer--yet cease before I die"-- And with a long, quivering sigh as of one who relinquishes his grasp of a burden too mighty for his strength, the first Governor of Plymouth Colony went to render an account of his stewardship. CHAPTER XX. FUNERAL--BAKED MEATS AND MARRIAGE FEASTS. "Methinks our governor should not be buried with as little ceremony as we perforce have showed our meanest servant," said Captain Standish gloomily to Elder Brewster the evening of Carver's death. "You Separatists despise the ministering of the Church, but what have ye set in its place?"