Standish of Standish: A Story of the PilgrimsAustin, Jane G. (Jane Goodwin)
History
Standish of Standish: A Story of the Pilgrims
Austin, Jane G. (Jane Goodwin)
Massachusetts -- History -- New Plymouth, 1620-1691 -- Fiction
And so it came to pass that the next morning's rising sun saw two
important expeditions leaving the hamlet in opposite directions. Toward
the dark and almost pathless woods at the North marched Winslow
accompanied by Master John Hampden, then visiting the colony and
studying the science of republican government in its most perfect,
because most simple, development. With them went Hobomok as guide and
interpreter, and after them went the tearful prayers of Susanna Winslow,
who loved her new lord better than she had the father of baby Peregrine
toddling at her side, as she stood in the cabin door to gaze after the
little group already almost out of sight, and making now for the
"Massachusetts trail" where it crosses Jones's River in Kingston. And as
one driving over that pleasant road which now intersects the old trail
pauses to look up its green ascent, or on across the placid stream it
forded, does he not almost catch sight of the goodly forms of those
young men, quaintly clad in doublet and hose and the wide hats or the
close barret caps of the day, led by the sleek slender savage who
patiently stood by, while Winslow turned and pointed out the beauties of
sea and shore to his thoughtful companion.
"A pleasant sight, a goodly scene," said Hampden, as at last they turned
away and struck into the dense forest. "If it be God's will I for one
shall be well content to return hither and end my days."
"And yet there is world's work to do yonder for a man with an eye to
read the times," said Winslow flinging a hand eastward.
* * * * *
"No wife or child to see me off, Mistress Winslow," said the captain as
he passed the door where Susanna lingered, and she, smiling with the
tear in her eye, answered pleasantly,--
"Then why not purvey thee one, Captain Standish? Well I wot you need not
long go a-begging."
"Nay, none will look on a battered old soldier when fresh young faces
are at hand," replied Standish casting a whimsical glance after Alden
who preceded him down the hill, while the matron shook her head
murmuring,--"Such fools as maids will be!"
Besides Alden, the captain had chosen five men, enough to man the boat,
and to make a good defense in case of attack, but among these he had
included none of the fire-eaters, none of the independent souls of the
little colony. Alden, to whom the captain had given the names of those
to be summoned, had noted this feature of the selection, and ventured to
comment upon it approvingly.
"Ay, lad," replied his master with a grim smile. "'T is a service of
danger, and a service of diplomacy, and I must have my force well in
hand with no danger of a baulk from within. Dost know how the Romans
conquered the world? I bade thee study my Caesar in thy leisure moments."
"By power to command, Master?"
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