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
"Ho Captain Standish, thou 'rt wanted here!" cried the coarse voice of
Thomas Jones as the two men approached the group gathered about the corn
heap. "Come hither and teach these gentle maids the usages of war. They
speak forsooth of making payment to these unbreeched salvages for the
corn we are taking from this hole in the ground. Was it the way of your
bold fellows in Flanders to make payment to the Spaniards if you
surprised and sacked their camp?"
"The Spaniards were our declared enemies," replied Standish coldly; "and
not only their gear but their lives were ours if we could take them, and
so were ours theirs an' they approved themselves the better men. But
here it is not so; we have no quarrel as yet with the salvages, nor is
it wise to provoke one. We are but a handful, and they in their own
country of unknown strength. Besides, why should we harm those who have
done us no wrong? Is it not wiser to make friends and allies if we may?
So Master Jones you must e'en rank me with the gentle maids who speak
for honesty and justice in this matter."
"As you will, it is no concern of mine," retorted Jones with a surly
laugh; "but never before did I sail in such saintly company, or find
bearded men with swords at their sides carrying themselves like milk-fed
babes."
"And in sad seriousness, good Master Jones, do you intend to cast a slur
upon our courage?" demanded Standish, a cold smile upon his lips, while
his right hand toyed with Gideon's hilt, and his right foot planted
itself more firmly.
"Nay, he's no such ass," interposed Hopkins hastily. "He did but mean a
merry joke, and we would have you Captain Standish tell off such men as
had best remain on shore for further exploration while the rest shall
return to the ship with Master Jones, who is in mind to go back before
night."
"Oh, he is overdone with the work we babes have scarce begun," muttered
Standish with a wrathful laugh. "Glad am I to spare him."
"And I," said Bradford joining them. "And we are all of one mind that
Captain Standish shall take command of those who remain, since the
governor and several others find themselves but ailing and will return
with Jones, who forebodes foul weather and needs must take his men
aboard to meet it."
"Why, that's no more than his duty, and mayhap I wronged him," said
Standish generously. "Well, who tarries with me?"
The division was soon made, and as the boats left the shore, beneath the
same cold and stormy sky that had led them forth, and feebly breasted
the hissing waves which seemed to sneer at their puny efforts, the
eighteen men who remained on shore drew closer together.
"Methinks our men are to be sifted like Gideon's army at Mount Moreh,"
said Edward Winslow running his eye over the little group as he linked
his arm with Bradford's. "They went forth twenty-and-two hundred and
fell away to three hundred."
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