"AND TO BE WROTH WITH ONE WE LOVE."
"Barbara, hath Master Allerton asked thee to be his wife?" inquired
Myles, as he and his cousin sat together upon the bench in front of his
own house some few evenings after the weddings.
"He spoke to the governor, and he to me," replied Barbara, a little
spark of mirth glinting in her blue eyes.
"And thou saidst?"--
"I said that I hardly knew Master Allerton by sight as yet, and was in
no haste to wed."
"What sort of yea-nay answer was that, thou silly wench? Why didst not
say No, round and full?"
"Because No, wrapped in gentle words, served my turn as well, cousin."
"Come now, I do remember that tone of old, soft as snow and unbendable
as ice. So 't is the same Barbara I quarreled with so oft, is it? Ever
quite sure that her own way is the best, and ever watchful lest any
should lay a finger on her free will."
"Methinks, Myles, you give your kinswoman a somewhat unlovely temper of
her own. How is it about Captain Standish in these days? Hath he grown
meek and mild, and afraid to carry himself after his own mind?"
"Why so tart, Barbara? Because I chid thee for trifling with Allerton?"
"Nay Myles, I made not yon weary voyage for the sake of quarreling with
thee. Well dost thou know, cousin, I would not trifle with any man, and
I begged the governor to enforce out of his own mouth the no-say that I
worded gently, for truly there is no reason for me to flout the
gentleman. How could he honor me more than to ask me to wife?"
"Well, well, so long as thou hast said No and will stick to No, all is
well; but I like not this man Allerton; he is too shrewd a trader for a
simple gentleman to cope with. He sold me corn and gave scant measure,
and I told him of it too. He likes me not better than I like him."
"Rest easy, Myles, I'll never make him thy cousin. I care not if I never
wed."
"Nay, that's too far on t' other side the hedge. A comely and a winsome
lass like thee is sure to wed, but what runs in my head, Barbara, is
that there is none left here fit for thee. I would that Bradford had not
been so constant to his old-time sweetheart. I would have given thee to
him, for though his folk were but yeomen of the better sort there at
home, here he is the Governor and playeth his part as well as any Howard
or Percy of them all. Winslow cometh of good lineage and carrieth his
coat-armor; but he and now his brother John are wed, and Gilbert will
leave us anon, so that verily I see no man left with whom a Standish
might fitly wed."
A peal of merry laughter broke in upon the captain's meditative pause,
and his indignant and astonished regard only seemed to aggravate the
matter, until at last Barbara breathlessly exclaimed,--
"Nay Myles, for sweet pity's sake look not so glum, nor devour me all
at one mouthful. Dost remember how I used to tell thee to beware, for 'a
little pot is soon hot,' and thine own wrath will choke thee some day?"
"Glad am I to amuse you so pleasantly Mistress Standish, but may I ask
the exact provocation to mirth I have just now offered?"
"Oh Myles, I meant not to chafe thy temper so sorely, and I pray thee
hold me excused for untimely laughter; but in good sooth it so tickled
my fancy to hear thee airing thine old world quips and quiddities about
coat-armor, and one with whom a Standish might fitly wed, and yeomen
snatched from oblivion by the saving grace of a governor's title! And
look upon these rocks and wild woods and swart savages and thine own
rude labors--nay then, but I must laugh or burst!"
And giving way to her humor the girl trolled out peal after peal of
delicious laughter, while her cousin folding his arms sat regarding her
with an iron visage, which whenever she caught sight of it set her off
again. At last, however, she wiped her eyes and penitently cried,--
"I did not think myself so rude, Myles. Pr'ythee forgive me, cousin.
Nay, look not so ungently upon me! Here's my hand on 't I am sorry."
But the captain took not the offered hand nor unbent his angry brow.
Rising from the bench he paced up and down for a moment, then stopping
in front of Barbara calmly said,--
"Nay, I'm not angry. At first I was astonied that a gentlewoman could so
forget herself; but I do remember that Thomas Standish, your father,
married beneath his station, and so imported a strain into the blood of
his noble house that will crop out now and again in his children. I
should not therefore too much admire at such derelictions from courtesy
and gentlehood as I but now have seen."
As he slowly spoke his bitter words the lingering gleams of laughter and
the softening lines of penitence faded from Barbara's face. Rising to
her height, nearly equal with that of her cousin, she gazed full into
his angry eyes with the blue splendor of her own all ablaze with
indignation and contempt.
"You dare to make light of my mother, do you, Captain Standish! My dear
and dearly honored mother, who in her brave love endured the poverty and
the labors that my father had no skill to save her from. My mother, who
carried her noble husband upon her shoulders as it were, and would not
even die till he was dead. Myles Standish, I take shame to myself that I
am kin to you, and if ever I do wed, it shall be to lose my name and
forget my lineage."
She passed him going down the hill, but with a long step he overtook
her, saying almost timidly,--
"Nay, nay, thou 'rt over sharp with me, Barbara! I said, and I meant, no
word against thy mother, of whom I ever heard report as one of the
sweetest and faithfullest of wives"--
"There, that will do, sir. My mother needs no praise of yours, and,
thanks be to God, hath gone where she may rest from the burden of her
high marriage. Let me pass an 't please you, Master Captain."
"But Barbara, nay Barbara, stay but to hear a word"--
"There have been words enow and to spare. I go now to tell the governor
that I am minded to take passage in the Anne once more. My mother's folk
in Bedfordshire, yeomen all of them, Captain Standish, will make me gay
and welcome, and with them and such as them will I live and die."
"And fill thy leisure with fashioning silk purses out of fabric thou 'lt
find to hand," cried the captain, his temper flashing up again; but
Barbara neither turned nor replied as she fled down the hill to hide the
tears she could no longer restrain.
Howbeit she said no word to Bradford of the return passage, a fact which
Standish easily discovered when early next morning he met the governor
and stopped to say to him,--
"Well met, Will; I was on my road to seek thee, man."
"Ay, and for what, brother?"
"Why, Will, I'm moped with naught to do, and all these strange faces at
every turn. I liked it better when we were to ourselves and it was only
to fight the Neponsets now and again. I fain would find some work
further agate than yon palisado."
"Why, then, thy wish and my desire fit together as cup and ball, for
here is the Little James unladen and idle. She is to stay with us, thou
knowest, for use in trading and fishing, but Bridges, her master, saith
some of his men are grumbling already at prospect of such peaceful
emprises. They fain would go buccaneering in the Spanish Seas, or
discover some such road to hasty fortune, albeit bloody and violent.
Master Bridges and I agreed that it was best to find work for these
uneasy souls withouten too much delay, and I told him we had been
thinking to send a party to look after the fishing-stage we built last
year at Cape Ann. Gloucester, they say Roger Conant hath named the place
already. Now what say you, Myles? Will take some men and join them to
Bridges' buccaneers, and hold all in hand and start them on fishing?"
"'T will suit me woundy well, governor. Howbeit, 't is not the time for
cod, is it?"
"No, but mackerel and bluefish are in season, and at all odds 't is well
to be on hand to claim the staging, for Conant hath sent word by an
Indian that some English ships were harrying our fishermen at Monhegan,
and we had best look to our properties in those regions."
"Ay, ay, 't is as thou sayest, Will, like cup and ball, thy need and my
desire. How soon can we sail?"
"Why, to-night, an' it pleaseth thee. Bridges is in haste to get off,
and the sooner the Little James is afloat the more content he will find
himself. And as to thy company. Here is a minute of the men I had
thought on."
"H--m, h--m," muttered the captain glancing over the list handed him by
Bradford. "Yes, these are sound good fellows all, and none of them
burthened with wives. And by that same token, Will, thou and thy dame
will care for my kinswoman, and bar Master Allerton from persecuting her
with his most mawkish suit while I am gone?"
"Surely, Myles, we'll care for Mistress Barbara, who is to my wife as
one of her own sisters."
"Yes, the Carpenters are gentlefolk, if not a county family like ours,"
said Standish simply. Bradford stared a little, but only replied,--
"Then I put the command in your hands, Captain, and you will order
matters as suits your own convenience and pleasure. Master Bridges will
welcome you right gladly."
And before the sun, just risen over Manomet, sank behind Captain's Hill,
the Little James had rounded the Gurnet, and was standing on for Cape
Ann, with Myles Standish leaning against her mainmast, and smoking the
pipe Hobomok had bestowed upon him with the assurance that he who used
it carried a charmed life so long as it remained unbroken. The captain's
arms were folded and his eyes fixed upon the fort-crowned hill where lay
his home, but it was not of fort or home that he mused as at the last he
muttered,--
"And yet I glory in thy spirit, thou proud peat!"
Early the next morning Standish was somewhat roughly roused from his
slumbers by Master Bridges, who, shaking his shoulder, cried,--
"Here, Captain, here's gear for thee. Rouse thee, Master!"
"What is 't, Bridges? What's to do, man? Are the savages upon us?"
"Nay, but pirates, or as good."
"Ha! That's well. Send all your small arms on deck, Master Bridges, pipe
to quarters, train your falcon--I'll be on deck anon"--
"Nay, but you do somewhat mistake, Captain. I said indeed pirates, but
that's not sure. There is a little ship anchored within a cable's length
of the James, and her men are busy on shore with the fishing-stage which
Lister saith is yours"--
"And so it is, every sliver of it."
"Mayhap, then, you'll come on deck and tell these merry men as much, for
they do only jeer at me."
"They'll not jeer long when my snaphance joins in the debate," said
Standish grimly as he followed the master up the companion way.
"Hail me yon craft, and ask for her commandant," ordered he, glancing
rapidly over the scene. Bridges obeyed, and got reply that Master Hewes,
captain of the Fisherman out of Southampton, was on shore with all his
men except the ship-keeper, who, however, spared the jibes with which he
had seasoned his reply to Bridges' first informal hail.
"The wind is fair, the tide flood. Carry your craft further in-shore,
Master Bridges, that we may parley with these pirates from the vantage
ground of our own deck," ordered the captain, and was obeyed so fairly
that the Little James presently lay hove-to within a biscuit-toss of the
staging, where some fifteen or twenty men were diligently employed in
curing a take of fish.
A short sharp colloquy ensued, Standish claiming the erection and its
precincts as the property of Plymouth, and ordering the interlopers to
at once release it, and to carry away their fish and their utensils,
leaving room for the lawful owners' occupancy.
To this demand Hewes impudently replied that when he had done with the
fish-flakes he cared not who used them, and that he would abandon the
place when it suited his own convenience, and not before.
"Well and good; then we shall come and take it," shouted the captain in
conclusion, and turning his attention in-board, he rapidly divided his
men and Bridges' into two storming parties, while a watch left on board
was to take charge of the light falcon mounted on deck, and at a signal
from shore to begin the dance by firing upon the staging which Hewes was
already barricading with a row of barrels, behind which he rapidly
posted his men, musket in hand, and matches alight.
"Now by St. Lawrence!" cried Standish, watching these preparations. "But
the fellow hath a pretty notion of a barricado! I could not have done so
very much better in his place. 'T is fairer fortune than we could look
for, to meet so ready a fellow, and you shall see some pretty sport
anon, Master Bridges."
But at this moment a little group of men hastening from the fishing huts
marking the present site of Gloucester, appeared upon the scene, and in
their leader both Standish and Bridges recognized Roger Conant, a friend
and sometime visitor of Plymouth, who immediately upon arrival of the
Anne had gone to join some friends fishing at Monhegan, and now, with
them, was establishing a sister station at Gloucester. Warned by the
Indians that Hewes had seized the Plymouth fishing-stage, and seeing the
Little James entering the bay, Conant hastened to collect his friends
and present himself upon the scene of action to act as mediator, or ally
of Plymouth, as circumstances might direct.
"We have come none too soon, men!" exclaimed Conant breathlessly as at a
run he rounded the headland closing in the cove, and saw upon the
barricaded staging Hewes and his men blowing at their matches, while
Standish, his eyes aflame and an angry smile upon his lips, sprang
ashore and hurried his men out of the boat.
"Now glad am I to see you, Master Conant," cried Bridges, already
waiting upon the beach, and hastening toward him he said in a lower
voice. "Our captain hath got on his fighting cap, and thrown discretion
to the winds. 'T will be an ill day for Plymouth if her men are led on
to kill Englishmen fishing with the king's license."
"Ay indeed will it. Bide a bit till I can parley with both thy captain
and Hewes, who is not an ill fellow if one handleth him gingerly."
"Gingerly goeth not smoothly with peppery, and 't is but half the truth
to call our captain that," said Bridges with a dry smile, as Conant
passed him to reach Standish who was marshaling his men upon the sands.
Too long it were to detail the arguments of the man of peace, the
delicate manipulation of the tempers of both parties, the concessions
wrung from the one side and the other, until after several hours' debate
Standish moodily said,--
"Well Conant, sith you put it so, sith you make it out that by enforcing
the colony's right I do but attack the colony's life, I yield, for I am
sworn defender and champion of Plymouth and her prosperity, and never
shall it be said that Myles Standish preferred his own quarrel to the
well-being of those he had sworn to protect. To leave yon fellow
unscathed for his insolence, sits like a blister on a raw wound, but go
and make what terms you can with him. I suppose you require not that I
abandon the colony's property altogether to him."
"Nay, nay, Captain, but I am thinking that my comrades and I, with some
of the Little James' men and Master Hewes' company, should clap to and
run up another staging in a few hours either for the new-comers or the
Plymouth men"--
"For Plymouth if you would pleasure me. I would not my men should take
the leavings of yon rabble at any price," interrupted Standish
haughtily.
"So be it, and if Hewes with his men will do their best, and Master
Bridges and you will send your crew to help, we also will labor in the
common cause until each party shall have a staging of its own, and the
bond of Christian charity need not be broken."
"That same bond will be all the safer if I may get away from here with
as small delay as may be," retorted Standish.
"And that too shall be," replied Conant cheerfully. "For I fain would
speak with the Master of the Anne before she sails, and I'll e'en take
our own pinnace and set you across the bay, and be back again before my
mates have well missed me."
"So wilt thou save me from some such explosion as befalls when a little
pot is tightly closed and its contents overheated," replied Myles with a
grim smile, and although Conant stared at the odd simile, he paused not
to ask its solution, but so hastened the building of the stage and the
other business of the day that when sunset fell, the two men, leaving
the rest at an amicable supper eaten in common, spread the wide sails of
their pinnace to a fitful western wind, and skimmed southward under the
soothing and chastening light of the new-risen moon.
The western wind though often sighing in capricious languor never quite
deserted those who trusted to it, and at a good hour next morning the
pinnace dropped her anchor beside the Anne, and her dory carried the two
mew ashore just as Plymouth woke to a new day.