FINDING THE CORN

Not until Friday evening did our fathers come back; no one of all the

party of seventeen was missing, although it seemed to me they had been

in great danger.

Before they had gone on their journey more than a mile from the

_Mayflower_, they saw five savages and a dog coming toward them, and

hastened forward to learn what they might about this new world. The

Indians ran among the trees as soon as they saw our people, and they

ran so swiftly it was impossible to overtake them.

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After making chase without coming upon the savages, Captain Standish

led the way along the shore until next day they came upon what looked

as if an Indian village had once been in that place, for the land

had been dug over much as though to raise crops, and there were what

appeared to be many graves. On opening one of these piles of sand,

there were found two baskets full of what one of the sailors said was

Indian corn; but another declared it was Turkish wheat, while Captain

Standish believed it should be called Guinny wheat. It had been left

near the graves, for these savages believe that even after people are

dead, they need food.

Later, when we had become acquainted with Samoset and Squanto, we came

to know that on the spot which had been chosen for our home, there had

been a large Indian village. Four years before we of the _Mayflower_

came, a terrible sickness had attacked the settlement of savages, and

more than two hundred died. Those who were alive and able to walk,

deserted the place to go many miles into the forest away from the sea,

and, except for the graves which our people found, every trace of the

town was wiped out, the savages believing that only by the destruction

of everything connected with the settlement, could the evil spirit of

the mysterious sickness be cast out.

Our men were very glad to find this wheat, and as soon as they had

brought it aboard the vessel, the women set about boiling some, for

that seemed to be the only way in which it could be eaten, since it is

hard, almost like flint. Neither Sarah nor I, hungry though we were,

felt like eating what had been left for dead people; but we did taste

of it, and found it very good, even though it had not been cooked quite

enough.

It was not long, however, before we found out how to prepare it, and

many a time since then has it saved us from starving, but of that I

will tell you later.

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