The courtship of Miles Standish . dow my brazen howitzer plantedHigh on the roof of the church, a preacher who speaks to the purpose,Steady, straightforward, and strong, with irresistible logic,Orthodox, flashing conviction right into the hearts of the we are ready, I think, for any assault of the Indians ;Let them come, if they like, and the sooner they try it the better,—Let them come, if they like, be it sagamore, sachem, or pow-wow,Aspinet, Samoset, Corbitant, Squanto, or Tokamahamon! Long at the window he stood, and wistfully gazed on the landscape,Washed with a cold gray mist
The courtship of Miles Standish . dow my brazen howitzer plantedHigh on the roof of the church, a preacher who speaks to the purpose,Steady, straightforward, and strong, with irresistible logic,Orthodox, flashing conviction right into the hearts of the we are ready, I think, for any assault of the Indians ;Let them come, if they like, and the sooner they try it the better,—Let them come, if they like, be it sagamore, sachem, or pow-wow,Aspinet, Samoset, Corbitant, Squanto, or Tokamahamon! Long at the window he stood, and wistfully gazed on the landscape,Washed with a cold gray mist, the vapory breath of the east wind,Forest and meadow and hill, and the steel-blue rim of the ocean,Lying silent and sad, in the afternoon shadows and his countenance flitted a shadow like those on the landscape,Gloom intermingled with light; and his voice was subdued with emotion,Tenderness, pity, regret, as after a pause he proceeded:Yonder there, on the hill by the sea, lies buried Rose Standish; 20 ^{\C9Hfeti. I MILES STANDISH Beautiful rose of love, that bloomed for me by the wayside! 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 themProminent three, distinguished alike for bulk and for binding;Bariffes 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 a moment before them, Miles Standish paused, as if doubtfulWhich 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 Ch
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