Ah! but with louder echoes replied the hearts of the people!
Meekly, in voices subdued, the chapter was read from the Bible,
Meekly the prayer was begun, but ended in fervent entreaty!
Then from their houses in haste came forth the Pilgrims of Plymouth,
Men and women and children, all hurrying down to the seashore, 520
Eager, with tearful eyes, to say farewell to the Mayflower,
Homeward bound o’er the sea, and leaving them here in the
desert.
Foremost among them was Alden. All
night he had lain without slumber,
Turning and tossing about in the heat
and unrest of his fever.
He had beheld Miles Standish, who came
back late from the council, 535
Stalking into the room, and heard him
mutter and murmur,
Sometimes it seemed a prayer, and sometimes
it sounded like swearing.
Once he had come to the bed, and stood
there a moment in silence;
Then he had turned away, and said:
“I will not awake him;
Let him sleep on, it is best; for what
is the use of more talking!” 530
Then he extinguished the light, and threw
himself down on his pallet,
Dressed as he was, and ready to start
at the break of the morning,—
Covered himself with the cloak he had
worn in his campaigns
in Flanders,—
Slept as a soldier sleeps in his bivouac,
ready for action.
But with the dawn he arose; in the twilight
Alden beheld him 535
Put on his corselet of steel, and all
the rest of his armor,
Buckle about his waist his trusty blade
of Damascus,
Take from the corner his musket, and so
stride out of the chamber.
Often the heart of the youth had burned
and yearned to embrace him,
Often his lips had essayed to speak, imploring
for pardon; 540
All the old friendship came back with
its tender and grateful emotions;
But his pride overmastered the nobler
nature within him,—
Pride, and the sense of his wrong, and
the burning fire of the insult.
So he beheld his friend departing in anger,
but spake not,
Saw him go forth to danger, perhaps to
death, and he spake not! 545
Then he arose from his bed, and heard
what the people were saying,
Joined in the talk at the door, with Stephen
and Richard and
Gilbert,[35]
Joined in the morning prayer, and in the
reading of Scripture,
And, with the others, in haste went hurrying
down to the sea-shore,
Down to the Plymouth Rock, that had been
to their feet as
a doorstep
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Into a world unknown,—the corner-stone
of a nation!