THE LILIES OF FRANCE.
"Ho Captain Standish, thou 'rt wanted here!" cried the coarse voice of
Thomas Jones as the two men approached the group gathered about the corn
heap. "Come hither and teach these gentle maids the usages of war. They
speak forsooth of making payment to these unbreeched salvages for the
corn we are taking from this hole in the ground. Was it the way of your
bold fellows in Flanders to make payment to the Spaniards if you
surprised and sacked their camp?"
"The Spaniards were our declared enemies," replied Standish coldly; "and
not only their gear but their lives were ours if we could take them, and
so were ours theirs an' they approved themselves the better men. But
here it is not so; we have no quarrel as yet with the salvages, nor is
it wise to provoke one. We are but a handful, and they in their own
country of unknown strength. Besides, why should we harm those who have
done us no wrong? Is it not wiser to make friends and allies if we may?
So Master Jones you must e'en rank me with the gentle maids who speak
for honesty and justice in this matter."
"As you will, it is no concern of mine," retorted Jones with a surly
laugh; "but never before did I sail in such saintly company, or find
bearded men with swords at their sides carrying themselves like milk-fed
babes."
"And in sad seriousness, good Master Jones, do you intend to cast a slur
upon our courage?" demanded Standish, a cold smile upon his lips, while
his right hand toyed with Gideon's hilt, and his right foot planted
itself more firmly.
"Nay, he's no such ass," interposed Hopkins hastily. "He did but mean a
merry joke, and we would have you Captain Standish tell off such men as
had best remain on shore for further exploration while the rest shall
return to the ship with Master Jones, who is in mind to go back before
night."
"Oh, he is overdone with the work we babes have scarce begun," muttered
Standish with a wrathful laugh. "Glad am I to spare him."
"And I," said Bradford joining them. "And we are all of one mind that
Captain Standish shall take command of those who remain, since the
governor and several others find themselves but ailing and will return
with Jones, who forebodes foul weather and needs must take his men
aboard to meet it."
"Why, that's no more than his duty, and mayhap I wronged him," said
Standish generously. "Well, who tarries with me?"
The division was soon made, and as the boats left the shore, beneath the
same cold and stormy sky that had led them forth, and feebly breasted
the hissing waves which seemed to sneer at their puny efforts, the
eighteen men who remained on shore drew closer together.
"Methinks our men are to be sifted like Gideon's army at Mount Moreh,"
said Edward Winslow running his eye over the little group as he linked
his arm with Bradford's. "They went forth twenty-and-two hundred and
fell away to three hundred."
"By the three hundred who lap the water with their hands will I conquer
Midian," quoted Bradford in a clear and ringing voice.
"Hear you that, John?" asked Standish of the young man who followed him
closely. "It is a good omen that the grand old story should have come
into Winslow's head. And now, men, my opinion is that we should strike
inland, and see if we cannot come upon some settlement or stronghold of
the natives, for certes, these barns and graves were not made without
hands, nor were the stubble-fields reaped by ghosts. The tract lying
north and east of this river is yet new to us, and, since you will be
led by me, we will march for some hours hither and yon through its
length and breadth, making our randevous where night may overtake us,
and returning hither to meet the shallop to-morrow."
"It is good counsel, and we will follow you, Captain," said Winslow,
while a consenting murmur stirred the russet beards around, and Hopkins
said, "He among us who best knows the ways of woodlands, and how to
steer the plainest course through these swamps and thickets, should be
on the lead, it seemeth to me, Captain."
"Ay, Hopkins, I have thought of all that," interrupted Standish rather
curtly; "and I have chosen my scout already. Billington, where art thou,
man?"
"Here, Captain," responded a coarse voice, and a man whose mean and
truculent face contrasted forcibly with those about him pushed forward
and stood before the captain, who gave him a comprehensive glance,
noting not only the mean and bad face, but the wiry and well-knit
figure, and the eyes quick and watchful as a rat's.
"Billington," repeated he at last, "I've noticed on these expeditions
that thou hast a pretty knack at woodcraft, and can smell thy way among
these bogs and thorny coppices with marvelous good judgment."
"I learned such woodcraft and more while I was gamekeeper to my Lord
Lovell in the old country," interrupted Billington with an impudent
grin. The captain again regarded him with that penetrating glance whose
power is matter of history and replied,--
"I suppose it was in such service that thou camest by that ugly scar
across thy nose. Thou hast never been a soldier, well I wot."
"Thou 'rt right, Captain," said Billington putting his hand to his face
with an unabashed laugh. "It was a poacher"--
"Ay, I thought it was a poacher," interrupted Standish dryly. "Well,
master gamekeeper Billington, to-day thou 'rt under my orders, and I
desire thee to lead us through this wood in an easterly course, and to
keep a diligent eye upon all signs of occupation by the enemy, that is
to say, our friends the salvages. Be very careful in this matter, an'
please thee, good Billington, for shouldst thou think it a merry jest to
lead us into danger of any sort, I fear me thou 'dst find it but a poor
bargain for thyself."
"Nay, Captain, the man means no harm and feels that we are all comrades
in this matter," said Winslow pacifically, while Hopkins muttered
discontentedly,--
"O'er many masters to my mind."
Standish answered neither, except by a glance from his penetrating eyes,
and Billington taking the lead the little party struck into the woods
and marched rapidly and in silence for an hour or more, when Allerton,
the oldest and feeblest man of the party, suddenly halted, and called to
Standish that he must perforce rest for a few minutes, and was,
moreover, sadly athirst. This want was immediately echoed by all, for
the flasks at every man's belt contained spirits or strong beer, and the
toil of the march, sometimes in spite of Billington's skill through
thickets whose thorny branches tore even the armor from the Pilgrims'
backs, and sometimes through half frozen morasses, had induced a thirst
craving plentiful draughts of pure water.
"We've passed neither spring nor runlet on our course, for I've looked
for such," said Billington removing his leather cap and wiping his brow
upon his sleeve. "And though 't is frosty weather, such a diligent march
as ours heats the blood shrewdly."
"We will halt beside this coppice for a space," ordered Standish
glancing at Allerton's pallid face; "and do thou search yonder hollow,
Billington, for water. Alden go you with him, and keep an eye on his
course."
The two men thus detailed plunged into the little hollow where indeed
water should have been, but found only a pool so shallow and so
sheltered as to have frozen quite solid; from this they brought some
pieces of ice with which Allerton was so revived as to resume his course
for another mile when he again broke down, while all the rest suffered
so sensibly from thirst that they could not conceal their distress.
Another halt was called, and all the younger men dispersed in various
directions, while Allerton lay stretched upon the ground, his parched
mouth open, and his eyes half closed. Beside him stood Standish, real
concern upon his usually stern features, and in his hand a flask of
spirits, from which the exhausted and fevered man turned loathingly.
"'T is as good schnapps as ever came through a still," said Standish
wistfully; "and if thou couldst stomach it must surely do thee good."
"Water, water!" moaned Allerton.
"Ay, a little water mingled with it were better for thee just now,"
replied the Captain soothingly. "But sith water may not be had"--
"Ho, men! Water, water, a running brook!" cried Alden's hearty voice, as
he came bursting his way through the thicket. "A running brook and a
deer drinking at its spring."
"And why didst not shoot the deer instead of hallooing him away, thou
great idiot?" demanded Standish in jesting anger, while, with such a
rush as the animal sore athirst makes when he scents the water springs,
all the men but three of the party burst through the undergrowth and
found themselves in a lovely little dale so sheltered by hills and trees
as to offer only a southern exposure to the weather. The snow of the
previous day had already disappeared from this favored spot, and the
little runlet with its welling spring sparkled free from frost among the
long grasses, sweet-gale, and low shrubbery of the place; among these
shrubs more than one dainty track leading from the forest to the runlet
showed that here the deer came daily down to drink, and Alden in his
heart felt he had done well not to lift a hand against the pretty
creature he had surprised there. But neither the poetic Bradford, the
polished Winslow, nor the meditative Howland paused any more than their
brethren to note the beauty of the spot, but one and all plunging
forward threw themselves upon their knees thrusting their faces into the
water, and only pausing to draw breath and drink again.
"We there drank our first New England water, and with as much delight as
ever we drunk drink in all our lives," wrote Bradford at a later day,
and no doubt the memory of its refreshment lasted all his life.
All but three, and these three were Allerton who could not go, Standish
who would not leave him, and Alden who would not leave Standish until
the latter said,--
"But dost not see, John, that thou 'rt hindering me from quenching my
thirst? Go thou and bring thy steel cap full of water for Master
Allerton, and when I see him revived I'll go right gladly to lap water
out of my hand among my three hundred."
"You are ever right, master," replied Alden briefly, and ran to do as he
was bid.
An hour's rest and the food they had been unable to swallow while
athirst, so refreshed the Pilgrims that even Allerton resumed the march
with fresh courage and pursued it steadily until Billington, suddenly
pausing and pointing down at a narrow path intersecting their own, said
in a low voice to Standish who came close behind him,--
"Men's feet, not beasts. It will lead belike to a village."
"Ay," responded the captain briefly. "Look well to your weapons men, and
light your matches, but let no man fire his piece without command." And
drawing his sword, Standish strode eagerly forward close to Billington,
who with all his faults was no coward, and blithely blew his match to a
fiery glow, while glancing with his ferret eyes behind every tree and
into every covert he passed.
Nothing, however, was to be seen, and suddenly the path came to an end
in a large clearing covered with the stubble of maize recently gathered,
while at the farther side stood several huts formed by a circle of
elastic poles, the butts thrust in the ground and the tops bound
together leaving a hole through which the smoke was invited to escape,
and sometimes did so. The outside was protected by heavy mats of skins
or braided of bark, while a more highly decorated one closed the
doorway. All were evidently deserted, and after some cautious advances,
the captain leaving three men on guard permitted the rest to extinguish
their matches and explore the wigwams so curious to European eyes and so
familiar to our own.
The interior of each showed a cooking hearth or platform framed of
sticks and stones, and an assortment of wooden cooking utensils rudely
carved. Among these the explorers noticed an English bucket without a
bale and a copper kettle, both linking themselves in their minds to the
traces of civilization already noted in the palisades and ruined cabin
near which the store of corn had been found. Many baskets, both for use
and ornament, were found, and sundry boxes curiously wrought with bits
of clam shell, such as were used for wampum, and also little crab shells
and colored pebbles, seemed to show the presence of women and their
proficiency in the fancy work of their own time and taste. Several deer
heads, one of them freshly killed, showed that the inmates of the
wigwams were not far distant, and in a hollow tree by way of larder was
hung the carcass of a deer, so well ripened that even Hopkins pronounced
it "fitter for dogs than men."
From all these novelties and curiosities the Pilgrims selected a few of
the prettier specimens to carry to their comrades on board, formally
promising each other, as they had in case of the corn, to make due
payment to the owners whenever they should be found, a promise most
conscientiously performed at a later day.
By the time these matters were fully examined night was falling, and
the Pilgrims, strong in their own good intentions and also in their
weapons, encamped a short distance from the Indian village, and although
keeping diligent guard all night saw nor heard naught to disturb their
slumbers. Rousing betimes next morning, their first attention was given
to prayers, and their next to making as good a breakfast as possible
with the aid of some wild fowl and little birds shot during the previous
day's march, and then the "meat and mass" which "hinder no man" thus
attended to, they set forth in the direction of the river where they
were to be picked up by the shallop. Toward noon this point was nearly
reached, in fact the clearing with the European cabin was close at hand,
when Billington paused beside a mound carefully laid up with a border of
beach stones and rounded high and smooth with sods, over which were laid
hewn planks such as composed the cabin.
"It is another store of corn of choicer variety," declared he greedily;
but Hopkins shook his head.
"It is the grave of some great sachem, or haply from these planks above
him it is the grave of whoever built yon cabin and palisado."
"Belike there is treasure of some wrecked vessel which brought him
hither, and which he stored away thus, until his rescue," said Rigdale.
"Should not we cautiously open it, Captain, and certify ourselves what
is therein?" asked Bradford. "If it prove a grave we can but reverently
cover it again, and if it be food, we need all that we can gather for
food and seed."
"Ay, Master Bradford," replied Standish thoughtfully. "I like not
meddling with graves for despite or for curiosity, but sith it much
imports us to understand this country where we are to dwell, I think we
may examine this mound, and, as thou sayest, if it be a grave of white
man or of red, we will leave it as honorable as we find it."
Permission thus given, swords, bayonets, and hatchets were set to work,
and in a few moments, the upper surface of sand and earth being removed,
the explorers came upon a large bow, strong, tough, and beautifully
carved and pointed.
"It is a sachem, and a mighty man of valor if he wielded this bow and
shot these arrows," said Hopkins handling them respectfully.
"It seemeth to me like a white man's touch in this carving," said
Winslow examining the bow.
"Here lieth a goodly mat, stained with red and blue in a fair pattern,"
said Bradford drawing it off the grave, as it now seemed certain to be.
"And what is this?" exclaimed Alden raising something which lay beneath
the mat. Brushing away the mould that clung to it, this proved to be a
piece of plank some twenty-seven inches in length, carefully smoothed
upon one side, and painted with what seemed an heraldic achievement,
while the top was cut into something of the fashion of a crest
consisting of three spikes or tines.
"It is a hatchment over a noble's grave," cried Standish. "Say you not
so, Master Winslow? See you, here is a shield, although I know not the
device, and here is surely a crest."
"So it beseemeth, Captain," replied Winslow cautiously. "And to my mind
this crest is a rude presentment of the lilies of France. See you now,
Master Bradford!"
"Nay, I know naught of such toys," replied Bradford sturdily. "To my
mind it looketh as much like Neptune's trident as aught else."
"Or like a muck-fork," suggested Rigdale in his broad Lancashire
dialect, and with a coarse laugh resented by Standish, who, an
aristocrat to his heart's core, ill brooked contempt of chivalrous
emblems, especially by a rustic of his own shire.
"Well, let us get on with this business," said he peremptorily, and
pulling away another mat he disclosed a store of bowls, plates, dishes,
and such matters, all new and beautifully carved and decorated.
"For the dead man to cook and eat on his journey to the happy hunting
grounds, which the salvages place in the room of heaven," said Hopkins
sanctimoniously. Beneath these lay another mat, and beneath this a crypt
carefully bedded with dry white sand, upon which lay two packages
carefully sewn up in sailcloth, the one more than six feet in length,
the other barely three.
"The body of a man and child," said Bradford softly, as he helped to
raise them from their pure white cell and lay them upon the earth.
"Open them with care, friends," said Standish uncovering his head. "It
is some white man buried in such honor as they had knowledge of by those
who loved him."
The many folds of canvas removed, there lay a strange sight before the
Pilgrims' eyes. Inclosed in a great quantity of fine red powder,
emitting a pungent but agreeable odor, lay the skeleton of a man,
fleshless, except upon the skull, where clung the skin and a mass of
beautiful hair, yellow as gold, and curling closely as if in life.
"Is the flesh turned to this red powder?" asked Alden fingering it
dubiously.
"Dost know, Hopkins?" asked Standish, but the veteran shook his head.
"I have seen naught like this in all my life," confessed he. "See, here
is a parcel at his feet done up in another bit of the old sail."
"Shall I open it, Captain?" asked Alden eagerly.
"Ay, an' thou wilt."
"'T is clothes. A sailor's jerkin and breeches, a knife, a sail needle
threaded with somewhat like a bowstring"--
"A deer's sinew. They still use it as our women do linen thread," said
Hopkins taking it in his hand.
"And some bits of wrought iron," continued Alden turning them over.
"Ay, ay, ay, the poor fellow's chiefest treasures in his exile among the
salvages," said Bradford gently.
"And still he was finding some comfort, you may well be sure," suggested
Hopkins. "For it was a savage woman who laid him thus carefully to his
rest, and yon package be sure is the bones of her child."
"Belike. Open it, John," said Standish briefly, and in effect the
smaller package contained the same red and pungent powder encasing the
bones of a little child, his head covered with a thinner thatch of the
father's yellow curls, and the wrists, ankles, and neck surrounded with
strings of fine white beads. Beside it lay a little bow and arrows
ornamented with all the loving elaboration of Indian art.
"A boy, and his mother's darling, be she red or white, savage or
Christian," said Bradford softly, as his thoughts flew to the baby boy
left in Holland under charge of his wife Dorothy's parents.
"Yes," replied Standish gently. "Cover them reverently, and lay them in
their grave again. God send comfort to that poor woman's heart."
"Certes they are no salvages," said Hopkins positively. "Never saw I
yellow hair on any but a white man's head, nor do red men wear
breeches."
"Ay, he was a white man, but, as I opine, a Frenchman," declared Winslow
thoughtfully.
"French surely, masters, for this is French," said Robert Cartier
timidly, as he handled the pointed board. "These are indeed the lilies
of France. I have seen them full oft."
"Say you so, lad?" asked Standish kindly. "Well, I suppose a man loves
his country's ensign though he be naught but a Frenchman. There, place
all as we found it, and let us go our ways."