The courtship of Miles Standish . DING-D AY Something of camp and of court, of town and of country, commingled,Wishing her joy of her wedding, and loudly lauding her he said with a smile: I should have remembered the adage,—If you would be well served, you must serve yourself; and moreover,No man can gather cherries in Kent at the season of Christmas! Great was the peoples amazement, and greater yet their rejoicing,Thus to behold once more the sun-burnt face of their Captain,Whom they had mourned as dead; and they gathered and crowded about him,Eager to see him and hear him, forge
The courtship of Miles Standish . DING-D AY Something of camp and of court, of town and of country, commingled,Wishing her joy of her wedding, and loudly lauding her he said with a smile: I should have remembered the adage,—If you would be well served, you must serve yourself; and moreover,No man can gather cherries in Kent at the season of Christmas! Great was the peoples amazement, and greater yet their rejoicing,Thus to behold once more the sun-burnt face of their Captain,Whom they had mourned as dead; and they gathered and crowded about him,Eager to see him and hear him, forgetful of bride and of bridegroom,Questioning, answering, laughing, and each interrupting the other,Till the good Captain declared, being quite overpowered and bewildercHe had rather by far break into an Indian encampment,Than come again to a wedding to which he had not been invited. re^^ Meanwhile the bridegroom went forth and stood with the bride at the doorway,Breathing the perfumed air of that warm and beautiful morning. 148. THE, W BIDDING - DAY Touched with autumnal tints, but lonely and sad in the sunshine, Lay extended before them the land of toil and privation; There were the graves of the dead, and the barren waste of the sea-shore, There the familiar fields, the groves of pine, and the meadows; But to their eyes transfigured, it seemed as the Garden of Eden, Filled with the presence of God, whose voice was the sound of the ocean. Soon was their vision disturbed by the noise and stir of departure,Friends coming forth from the house, and impatient of longer delaying,Each with his plan for the day, and the work that was left from a stall near at hand, amid exclamations of wonder,Alden the thoughtful, the careful, so happy, so proud of Priscilla,Brought out his snow-white steer, obeying the hand of its master,Led by a cord that was tied to an iron ring in its nostrils,Covered with crimson cloth, and a cushion placed for a should not walk, he s
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