A Puritan Maying by M. Eloise Talbot

Identifier: stnicholasserial392dodg (find matches)
Title: St. Nicholas (serial)
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
Subjects: Children's literature
Publisher: (New York : Scribner & Co.)
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill



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ththrough the astonished crowd to the end of thepalisade, where his twenty men, among themMaster Goodwin, were already assembling. Cecile hid her face, and burst into tears. Ahand was laid heavily on her shoulder. Come, said the stern voice of Aunt Dorcas,wilt thou make thyself a gazing-stock for thewhole town ? This is what happens when maidswander idle abroad. Cecile suffered herself to be led home withouta word. Aunt Dorcas allotted to her bread andwater, and many long turns of the distaff, but shemade no complaint, and crept silently up to herlittle chamber. Meantime Miles Standish and his twenty menmarched through the forest. As the sun rosehigh in the heavens, the captain ordered a shortrest and called Master Goodwin to his side. IQI2.) A PURITAN MAYING 693 What think you, my friend? Shall we reachthe Bay of the Massachusetts before nightfall? Master Goodwin looked up at the sun, and senta keen glance into the faces of his companions. The trail is heavy, he said. Would it not be
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CECILE BOUND THE STRIPS FIRMLY ROUND THE INJURED ARM well to rest this night in the forest, that the menmay be fresh to attack in the morning? And leave the sinners to finish their impiousrites? broke out the captain. I will fight tillmy arm drop, before it shall be said that they ofNew England dance around a May-pole! God forbid! replied Master Goodwin. Then forward, say I, said the fiery captain,and make good speed. As they had halted for a moment in the for-est track, each man had taken the opportunity to shift the burden of food and ammunition whichhe carried on his back. A tiny pink flower peepedabove Master Goodwins sword-belt. MilesStandishs eye fell upon it.Ha ! he exclaimed. Since when, my friend,do you wear a favor? Master Goodwins facesoftened; he had witnessedthe scene that morning in thecaptains garden. It is a bit of bloom whichmy maid gave me ere I lefther. May heaven keep her!She loves each bird and blos-som that she sees. Miles Standish made an in-articulate sound, an