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She was the first to die of all who came in the Mayflower！
Green above her is growing the field of wheat we have sown there；
Better to hide from the Indian scouts the graves of our people；
Lest they should count them and see how many already have
perished！〃
Sadly his face he averted； and strode up and down； and was
thoughtful。
Fixed to the opposite wall was a shelf of books； and among them
Prominent three； distinguished alike for bulk and for binding；
Bariffe's Artillery Guide； and the Commentaries of Caesar；
Out of the Latin translated by Arthur Goldinge of London；
And； as if guarded by these； between them was standing the Bible。
Musing a moment before them； Miles Standish paused； as if
doubtful
Which of the three he should choose for his consolation and
comfort；
Whether the wars of the Hebrews； the famous campaigns of the
Romans；
Or the Artillery practice； designed for belligerent Christians。
Finally down from its shelf he dragged the ponderous Roman；
Seated himself at the window； and opened the book； and in silence
Turned o'er the well…worn leaves； where thumb…marks thick on the
margin；
Like the trample of feet； proclaimed the battle was hottest。
Nothing was heard in the room but the hurrying pen of the
stripling；
Busily writing epistles important； to go by the Mayflower；
Ready to sail on the morrow； or next day at latest； God willing！
Homeward bound with the tidings of all that terrible winter；
Letters written by Alden； and full of the name of Priscilla；
Full of the name and the fame of the Puritan maiden Priscilla！
II
LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP
Nothing was heard in the room but the hurrying pen of the
stripling；
Or an occasional sigh from the laboring heart of the Captain；
Reading the marvellous words and achievements of Julius Caesar。
After a while he exclaimed； as he smote with his hand； palm
downwards；
Heavily on the page： 〃A wonderful man was this Caesar！
You are a writer； and I am a fighter； but here is a fellow
Who could both write and fight； and in both was equally skilful！〃
Straightway answered and spake John Alden； the comely； the
youthful：
〃Yes； he was equally skilled； as you say； with his pen and his
weapons。
Somewhere have I read； but where I forget； he could dictate
Seven letters at once； at the same time writing his memoirs。〃
〃Truly；〃 continued the Captain； not heeding or hearing the other；
〃Truly a wonderful man was Caius Julius Caesar！
Better be first； he said； in a little Iberian village；
Than be second in Rome； and I think he was right when he said it。
Twice was he married before he was twenty； and many times after；
Battles five hundred he fought； and a thousand cities he
conquered；
He； too； fought in Flanders； as he himself has recorded；
Finally he was stabbed by his friend； the orator Brutus！
Now； do you know what he did on a certain occasion in Flanders；
When the rear…guard of his army retreated； the front giving way
too；
And the immortal Twelfth Legion was crowded so closely together
There was no room for their swords？ Why； he seized a shield from
a soldier；
Put himself straight at the head of his troops； and commanded the
captains；
Calling on each by his name； to order forward the ensigns；
Then to widen the ranks； and give more room for their weapons；
So he won the day； the battle of something…or…other。
That's what I always say； if you wish a thing to be well done；
You must do it yourself； you must not leave it to others！〃
All was silent again； the Captain continued his reading。
Nothing was heard in the room but the hurrying pen of the
stripling
Writing epistles important to go next day by the Mayflower；
Filled with the name and the fame of the Puritan maiden
Priscilla；
Every sentence began or closed with the name of Priscilla；
Till the treacherous pen； to which he confided the secret；
Strove to betray it by singing and shouting the name of
Priscilla！
Finally closing his book； with a bang of the ponderous cover；
Sudden and loud as the sound of a soldier grounding his musket；
Thus to the young man spake Miles Standish the Captain of
Plymouth：
〃When you have finished your work； I have something important to
tell you。
Be not however in haste； I can wait； I shall not be impatient！〃
Straightway Alden replied； as he folded the last of his letters；
Pushing his papers aside； and giving respectful attention：
〃Speak； for whenever you speak； I am always ready to listen；
Always ready to hear whatever pertains to Miles Standish。〃
Thereupon answered the Captain； embarrassed； and culling his
phrases：
〃'T is not good for a man to be alone； say the Scriptures。
This I have said before； and again and again I repeat it；
Every hour in the day； I think it； and feel it； and say it。
Since Rose Standish died； my life has been weary and dreary；
Sick at heart have I been； beyond the healing of friendship。
Oft in my lonely hours have I thought of the maiden Priscilla。
She is alone in the world； her father and mother and brother
Died in the winter together； I saw her going and coming；
Now to the grave of the dead； and now to the bed of the dying；
Patient； courageous； and strong； and said to myself； that if ever
There were angels on earth； as there are angels in heaven；
Two have I seen and known； and the angel whose name is Priscilla
Holds in my desolate life the place which the other abandoned。
Long have I cherished the thought； but never have dared to reveal
it；
Being a coward in this； though valiant enough for the most part。
Go to the damsel Priscilla； the loveliest maiden of Plymouth；
Say that a blunt old Captain； a man not of words but of actions；
Offers his hand and his heart； the hand and heart of a soldier。
Not in these words； you know； but this in short is my meaning；
I am a maker of war； and not a maker of phrases。
You； who are bred as a scholar； can say it in elegant language；
Such as you read in your books of the pleadings and wooings of
lovers；
Such as you think best adapted to win the heart of a maiden。〃
When he had spoken； John Alden； the fair…haired； taciturn
stripling；
All aghast at his words； surprised； embarrassed； bewildered；
Trying to mask his dismay by treating the subject with lightness；
Trying to smile； and yet feeling his heart stand still in his
bosom；
Just as a timepiece stops in a house that is stricken by
lightning；
Thus made answer and spake； or rather stammered than answered：
〃Such a message as that； I am sure I should mangle and mar it；
If you would have it well done；I am only repeating your
maxim；
You must do it yourself； you must not leave it to others！〃
But with the air of a man whom nothing can turn from his purpose；
Gravely shaking his head； made answer the Captain of Plymouth：
〃Truly the maxim is good； and I do not mean to gainsay it；
But we must use it discreetly； and not waste powder for nothing。
Now； as I said before； I was never a maker of phrases。
I can mar