Hm--you know, I suppose, that the Dutch West India Company claims all the land bordering on the Great North River. JONES [_laughing_] Why, sir, everybody claims it. That's no matter. King James has proclaimed that all the land that has been settled belongs to them that has settled it; the rest is anybody's. When the company I'm taking gets their plantation settled, the Dutch can't claim the land any longer. KIEFT Perhaps not, but your company is not going to land on Dutch territory. JONES Eh? KIEFT You are going to lose your bearings-- JONES Me--a sailor--lose my bearings? KIEFT Certainly--for one hundred pounds. JONES Well-- KIEFT And you will make land far to the north of the Great North River. JONES I'll have to see the color of the money. KIEFT Is it a bargain? JONES Have you got the money with you? KIEFT I have, and on your promise, I'll pay it. JONES All right. I'll see that the company is landed where you wish. KIEFT Good! ANNOUNCER And so Captain Jones of the _Mayflower_ was bribed by Dutch gold to play false with the band of Pilgrims. You know the story of the long and difficult job the Pilgrims had in getting fairly started on their voyage. The _Speedwell_ sprang a leak, and they had to put back to Plymouth harbor where the ship was repaired. They made a second start, and again the _Speedwell_ became unseaworthy and the captain refused to go on, so a second time the little flotilla put back to Plymouth. This time, since the season was far advanced and the Pilgrims feared that winter would be upon them before they could get established in their new home, the _Speedwell_ was left behind, and on September 16, 1620, the _Mayflower_ left alone for the New World. Halfway across the ocean the ship was beset by a long series of storms, so severe that it took more than two months for the ship to make the trip across the Atlantic. At last, on the morning of November 20, 1620, the ship's company were awakened by the electric cry of-- VOICE Land--ho! Land--land--ho! JONES [_calling_] Where away? VOICE Two points off the starboard bow! MOB [_voices swelling up_] Land! Land! Is it really land? Captain, Captain! Have we really made land? Land? [_etc._] JONES Aye, we've made land! Helmsman, bring the ship to bear on land, dead ahead! VOICE Aye, aye, sir, land dead ahead. CARVER [_coming up_] Ah, Captain Jones, at last! JONES Aye, at last--land ahead! CARVER Praise Jehovah! ALL Praise Jehovah! Amen! [_etc._] CARVER Captain, tell us, is this Virginia that lies before us? JONES I know not; I've not yet taken our bearings. CARVER Do you not know where we are? JONES How should I? We've been tossed about in storms for a month, with no sun for days on end. CARVER There is sun this morning. Can you not take your bearings now? JONES The mate is figuring our position even now. CARVER Good! VOICE Captain Jones? JONES Aye, mate, have you the position? VOICE