The Women of the Mayflower and Women of Plymouth Colony ..J ■£^i ;F-4l tiu^ Class BooK COPYRIGHT DEt^Sm' ^ The Women of the Mayflower r and Women of Plymouth Colony By Ethel J. R. C. Noyes Plymouth, Massachusetts 1921 Copyright, 1321, by ETHEL J. R, C. N0YE8.V c^/'fr^^ Linotyped and Printed by Memorial Press, Plymouth, MM -S «2l I J 0)C!.A614339 FOREWORD. The Pilgrim Women have been written about so little that it is indeed a pleasure to welcome a book bearing the title, ' ' The Women of the Mayflower and Plymouth Colony." History has dwelt long and minutely upon the Pilgrim Fathers and their great adventure, but has passed over the women with a generalization and occasionally a tribute. Even their contemporaries have had but little to say about them. The author of this little book is to be highly commended therefore for this much need- ed addition to our meagre store of literature about the mothers of this Nation. There is much need to-day to perpetuate their spirit, to practise their faith, to maintain their ideals. They loved liberty and endured hardship, sacrifice and suffering for its sake. They built the homes of the Nation on the foundation of English ideals of home and family life which we cherish to-day as ours. They served their homes and the community life of the colony with loyal and un- swerving devotion. They brought up their families in those rugged virtues and a living faith in God, 4 Foreword without which nations perish. They have a message for us to-day, calling us back, not to their austerities but to their righteousness and spirituality. Such books as this help to spread that message through- out the Nation. (Signed) Anne Rogers Minor, President General, National Society, Daughters of the American Revolution. The Women of the Mayflower and Women of Plymouth Colony The Great North Road . The Sword of the Spirit Under the Lindens of Leyden The Fire of Faith The First Street . The Bride Ship Beneath the Pines of Plymouth A Chaplet of Rosemary 11 2.S 35 55 83 119 131 183 THE GREAT NORTH ROAD. Part of design of Bampler made by Lora Standiah. May be seen in Pilgrim Hkll, Plymouth. THE GREAT NORTH ROAD. Three hundred and a few more years ago the Great North Road leading from London to Edin- burgh ran through and by an English village in Nottinghamshire just as it had done three hundred years earlier than that and as it has these three hundred years. The streets of the village ran toward it and into it as brooks flow to a river, it being the main thoroughfare of travel and therefore source of all outside interests for the inhabitants of the village. At the corner as one could say, of one of these little streets or roads where it joined the Great Road, one spring day of the sixteenth century, we might see a group of some of the villagers, young people principally, and it is plain some event of unusual interest has called them together; they are laughing and waving to a young man who rides away from them down the road, a friend who has been one of them from childhood and popular as evidenced by the number who have been wishing him a safe journey and all the usual farewells of any time and place. This young man with the pleasing face and manner is the son of the post- master of the village and he goes to college ; his erstwhile companions gaze after his retreating figure down the Great Road through the meadows and 12 The Women of the Mayflower farm lands and there is one girl looks the longest — a girl named Mary. Other times other manners in some things — yet even today in another country village we have seen the postmaster's son leave home for college, not ou horseback but in an automobile, and a gay crowd of his friends seeing him off, his presence to be missed in much the same degree as among those we are now viewing with the mind's eye. Though time and circumstance be the result of the passing of three hundred years, human nature remains as unchanged as the sky and sea ; the student of the present whom we mention may be cousin of a Cabinet official, that scarcely is remembered at the moment, neither is it thought of that the boy who rides on the Great Northern Road is a member of one of the most sub- stantial county families, with powerful friends ecclesiastical and lay. As the turn of the road will soon take him from sight, he looks back at the group watching him for a final wave of his hat, then rides on towards his destination, Cambridge, thinking, perhaps, of the gentle Mary, whom we have noted, whose fine character and winning ways are already an influence with him and not thinking at all, or knowing, of another Mary who is to be perhaps an equal if not more potent influence in his life — a woman in as great a contrast in rank and circum- stance as the difference may be between a queen and a village maid. The gay group now lessens as some turn their steps towards their daily tasks, a few of the boys and Women of Plymouth Colony 13 perchance to a long walk to the nearest school, few and far between in those days; others to help in the farm work, if parents could not spare them; the girls to look after the flocks on the Commons, or home work, such as cooking, wool spinning, caring for the children or the sick. In this time and local- ity no hospitals, orphanages or homes for the aged were there to relieve the sick or homeless; friend- ship and charity must indeed have reached a crest among these only moderately well to do people, education was backward from conditions easily found, yet a thread pf knowledge of life in other countries as well as their own came almost daily to these quiet, rustic people, not by books or news- papers, (the first seen rarely, the last not existing), nor by letters which were not publicly delivered by the government until some time later, but by the constant travellers on foot or on horseback by the Great Road. The post house, both an inn, relay station and receptible for news, though not a post office as is today thought of by the words, was the finest house in this particular town and well known, from the north country to London. The position of postmaster was a coveted benefaction of the gov- ernment, the salary being large and enabling the official to lease the manor house from a wealthy ecclesiastic. The office at this time had been re- tained in one family for several generations. Thus the men and women and children, of course, had plenty to talk about beside their local interests at gatherings at the inn or after church services on 14 The Women of the Mayflower Sundays, for the old Church still was revered and followed, the changes that were coming to some of its then supporters not yet discernable. As we have selected a spring day for our glimpse into this long ago life we may hear conversation among our young friends of the coming May Day fetes and procession of mummers and maskers, and plans being formed and opinions given as to who should act the usual characters in the masque of Robin Hood. It was a pity indeed that "Will" would not be with them this year ; who might be Alan a Dale in his stead? But Will was graver since learning Latin and Greek, perhaps he would not care for their good times as much as he used to. A mistake surely — Will was just as sociable and genial as ever. Thus Mary and an Alice and Elizabeth and another Mary and Katherine chatted away of com- ing pleasures and absent friends as blithe as any similar bevj' of girls in a far futured century from theirs can do. In front of one of the cottages another group has gathered ; a peddler has come in and the older women have let the brew and baking wait a few moments to hear the news of the towns he has come from on his chain of travel, where other friends dwell, and to see his merchandise. The girls' eye.^ gleam as they join the listeners and prospective buy- ers, departing Will and coming dances forgotten for the moment in this new interest of the day. Joy! Patty, across the river, has sent a message to and Women of Plymouth Colony 15 Bess; not a written note, oh, no, for neither she could write nor Bess could read it, but a message well delivered by the friendly vender of trifles, so why give a thought to a lack of ability to read or write just then, when one has learned, nevertheless, the latest important event in the life of a dear friend in her very own words. The peddler was a reliable and patient transmitter of words or gifts; a tele- phone and parcel post in one, and always a welcome visitor. Today he might be telling of the pageant lately given in a city not far away in distance, but far in fact to them, to entertain the Queen on a visit she had made there in the interests of the enterprise and industry that "Good Queen Bess" endeavored to prosper in her land. Fashions were also described, as the old time peddlers were indeed specialists in much beside selling commodities and fancies. It is decided that Molly "shall have a new ribbon to tie in her nut brown hair." A new clasp knife is needed by some one; — listen to the tale of the strange vegetables now being brought for the nobles and gentry from the place called the Queen 's kitchen garden in Holland. He had seen them and they were good to taste ; — a measure of linen ? yes ; starch just imported and the use explained; a looking- glass, none too many on hand for comfort; a Bible printed in English by a Dutch printer — he has just sold one to the rector in a neighboring town — and so the peddler passes by. An arrival at the inn, later in the day, of a high dignitary of the Church with his train of employees 13 The Women of the Mayflower made bustle about the village while horses were changed. Towards evening, many of the people gathered about the manor house, old in their day, and while the sunset gleamed in the fish ponds on the estate and touched the church's spire, they talked of that day's and other day's events, dis- cussed the curtailment of the commons, as the land- lords enclosed more and more, whereof one had said not that geese were stolen from the common but the common taken from under the geese; stories heard from travellers, or doubted what they could not believe. A noted personage had passed that way quite recently who had made more than ordinary impression, a gentleman of the court going on an important mission to Scotland, then quite as foreign seeming a country as Holland, where this gentleman had lived also. He had talked especially with Will, the postmaster's son and seemed glad to hear about his studies, and was altogether friendly. But few travellers changed the course of the lives of any of the dwellers in this community as this same pleasant gentleman was to do for some. Could Mary have dreamed that she should see her Will one day riding away again, not to studies of Latin and Greek but in company with this same gallant gentleman, to the study and knowledge of a new world and language, as private secretary of Queen Elizabeth's ambassador to Holland ? Neighborly visits, while the twilight lingers after babies are in their cradles, for recounting impres- sions and retelling news; thus the women of that and Women of Plymouth Colony 17 little village close a day like many another of which their lives were made. "Weaving through all the poor details And homespun warp of circumstance A golden woof -thread of romance." Time to measure of several years, is spent almost unnoted by these quiet dwellers in the village of Scrooby, the village we have pictured ; life for them does not greatly change, but for William Brewster, the postmaster's son, change, variety, experience, have filled each day since Mr. Davidson, the Queen's ambassador and advisor, called him to become his secretary and confidential friend. The experiences of this period both abroad and in his own country have been narrated by many and may be read in various writings. At the close of these interesting years, when all things pointed to a continuance of the brilliant life stretching before him as courtier or politician, suddenly all was changed. One day, news came to Scrooby, as to the rest of the country, that Mary the Beautiful, exiled Queen of Scots, was dead. How this event directly affected William Brewster and brought him to his home again may also be read elsewhere. He became once more a country resident, welcomed and beloved by all his old friends. The day of days dawned for Mary and smiled upon her marriage with Will. He received the appointment to the Scrooby post, in succession to his father, so the old manor house became home to Mary for many years, and as the wife of the most 18 The Women of the Mayflower respected and admired man of the community — the leader in thought and opinion, her days must have been filled with honest pride and pleasure and love for her husband and children. That these happy years should close with anxiety, distress, poverty as her portion was because of the very importance of her husband's position. The causes which made for the startling contrast were slow in gathering yet when accumulated, the effects followed with rapidity. Naturally, as Wil- liam Brewster settled back into his old place at the home of his boyhood, the differences he had noted between life on the Continent and in his native country made an ever recurrent impression. The w^ord pictures he drew of vastly different scenes and manners, customs and dress found an ever ready audience and were recounted in the effort to broaden and educate his hearers. At the same time, he resumed acquaintance with college friends in other places and persuaded some to move into his locality. During these years, the farmers found living much more difficult, owing to landlord's selfishness who were growing richer while their tenants grew poorer, also these country people found their religious life growing more difficult. Church and State were one, and ordered its subjects' lives from the beginning to the end ; persons \vho did not care to be so controlled were soon made to see the error of their ways. Nevertheless, as the Bible was made accessible to more of the people from being printed in their own language, and as workers from the Con- and Women of Plymouth Colony 19 tinent, chiefly Holland, came to live and mix with the English, other ideas and views were taken by some, quite different from the long dominant ones of the State Church. Enough of these persons who thought alike separ- ated from the old Church to call themselves a new Church and held religious services among themselves at their own houses. William Brewster was the leader in his part of the country, and so many gladly followed his teachings and example that the Church tried in every way to restrain them. Brewster's personal charm and influence, his intellect and' gen- erous spirit drew countless numbers of men and women for miles around to his home for the worship they conducted according to their ideas of right and liberty of conscience. After the service in the old Chapel of the manor house, he entertained all the company at dinner. Just here we can see Mary Brewster, the sympa- thetic and charming hostess, her fair face silhouetted against the dark, age old wainscot of the refectory or dining-room, of the manor inn, surrounded by her and her husband's early friends and those of later years, loved by them all for herself no less than as the wife of their revered leader. These gatherings came to be held in secret, ol: necessity, as the members were liable to arrest for absenting themselves from the regular Church serv- ices and teaching other views. Spies were set to report their actions, and some were called before the magistrates and sent to prison. It became plain 20 The Women of the Mayflower that they could not continue in that manner — un- certainty and anxiety becoming daily companions. Queen Elizabeth died ; her successor rode down from Scotland on the Great North Road and stopped with all his retinue at Scrooby. This was doubtless the last brilliant assembly that the manor saw, when the home of the Brewster's, The people hoped for better things at his accession, but soon learned that he was to be just as hard upon them and times would be worse. Plans were made among them under the guidance of Brewster for emigration to Holland where, as he knew, there was liberty and welcome for all. It is not difficult to realize the reluctance with which they came to this decision, to leave all their natural associations, to give up much that was dear with almost no hope of a return. Sad indeed were these days for Mary Brewster and the other women of the community who were preparing like her to part with much of their belongings, their homes and friends who could not think as they did but were cherished, notwithstanding. "Well worthy to be magnified are they Who with sad hearts of friends and country took A last farewell, their loved abodes forsook, And hallowed ground in which their fathers lay." The final summer for them in the old home passed ; that each sunset brought a certain regret, each rose that bloomed a more than passing atten- tion we may believe. Yet it seemed the best thing and Women of Plymouth Colony 21 they could do for themselves and their children. In the place where they would make their new home others of English birth and similar experiences were already settled, having been, as they, forced to leave their own land; at least they would be welcomed by and could have intercourse and sympathy with those of their own race and country, advice and help also in the matter of the problem of living — a somewhat staring one, as they were ignorant of any solution but their own. Curiosity, too, supposed ever to be an attribute of women, might pierce their melan- choly a little, and they had heard enough to wish to behold for themselves since the opportunity had come ; the enthusiasm for adventure on the part of the children must have lightened the prospect as well. The pain was in giving up the dear interests, the fond associations of their lives. Dull indeed the eye of fancy which cannot see Mary Brewster with her two little daughters coming down the stone steps of the manor house in a golde?! evening, to follow the path through the meadow fields towards Ryton stream and there wander on its banks, visiting favorite nooks and listening to the bird's good night, for them seeming notes of fare- well. As Experience wears ever the same dress, her mirror must reflect for each of us some such scene as this. THE SWORD OF THE SPIRIT. Ucsifrn of carving- on pew back from old Church at Scrooby, England. May be seen in Pilgrim Ilall, Plymouth. THE SWORD OF THE SPIRIT. A Ship had been engaged to meet them at Boston from where these travellers were to sail. The first stage of their journey was accomplished by their arrival at that town. Since the edict that whoever did not subscribe to and uphold the State Church must leave the country, one would suppose that their proposed departure would not have been difficult, but when it was discovered how many desired to go and had so arranged, malice itself must have been the cause of the refusal of the authorities to permit it. The ship's master then had to be well paid to consent to take them away in secret. Instead of meeting them at the appointed time in daylight, he kept them waiting until night, but they all were finally on board with their baggage. Before the ship had gotten a fair start, however, they were stopped by the port authorities who had been warned by the ship's owner, himself. The voyagers were taken from the ship back to the town in small boats, their belongings examined and those of most value as well as all their money taken from them, the women having to undergo as thorough a search of their persons as the men, which their own chronicler speaks of with indignation. Still further embarrass- ment awaited these women when they were all marched through the town in the early morning and 26 The Wonicn of the Mayflower people hurried into the streets to stare at them as at a spectacle, and followed them into the court room. Here the magistrates were more favorably disposed toward them but were obliged to order their imprisonment until the Lords in Council should decide their case. After a month's confine- ment, which was made only less trying and uncom- fortable by the kind hearted magistrates — to their great credit — the women and children and most of the men were dismissed and sent back whence they came, by order of the Council; the more prominent men were kept till the autumn was far advanced before their freedom was granted. The wounds to their feelings were healed by de- termination, and after an unexpected winter among their friends, who in vain urged the abandonment of their plans, some of them were ready to make a second attempt to accomplish their object. Brewster and several men, especially his friend, John Robinson, made other and as they thought safer arrangements for this venture. So one bleak day at the end of the winter, the women and chil- dren, with the necessary baggage, embarked in a small boat at an inconspicuous place on the coast, and sailed out on the sea. The large boat chartered for the voyage was to await them at an appointed place near the shore, between Grimsby and Hull, and the men were to go by land to meet it and the small boat bringing their families and pos- sessions; all were to board it, and hoping for a more trusty master of this ship before news of their and Women of Plymouth Colony 27 plans would get to unfriendly ears, would be away. Such good time was made by the little boat from shore to rendezvous, that it reached the appointed place before the larger ship arrived and must ride at anchor in a choppy sea. The women being unac- customed to travel by sea were most uncomfortable, and the weather becoming worse, with the boat pitching and tossing so continuously they were driven to desperation and begged the seamen to run the boat into an inlet where the water was quiet, that they might have some rest. The men evidently compassionate, did so, but it was a most unfortunate move, though seemingly harmless. The night was spent in that strange and lonely place, while their thoughts must have been busy with questionings as to the non-arrival of the ship and the possibility of the men being arrested before they could get to them ; the cold was penetrating and in their efforts to keep the children warm and quiet, the keeping up of their own courage was under long odds. In the dimness of the dawn, they could see the ship making anchor, and on shore, their men could also be seen, so hope arose with the morning, sooii to be overcast, however, when it was realized that their little boat was fast on shore, and no chance of release till the tide rose. The resourceful Dutch captain of the larger ship, endeavoring to honestly earn his money, sent his own small boat to shore to gain time by taking on the men. These activities gave the children some entertainment at least, we suppose, and they doubtless waved and called to 28 The Women of the Mayflower their fathers and friends as the first boat load left shore and boarded the ship; the second trip was begun when suddenly the watchful captain saw an armed company appearing in the distance; one glance and his efforts were all in the direction of getting himself and his boat to safety, no matter who might be on it or who not on it. His sails were quickly run up, his anchor raised, notwithstanding the entreaties of the men, who also realized the sit- uation, to send them ashore, at least, if he would not stay. The plight of the women and children, help- less onlookers of this tragic end of their plans, drove the men wellnigh frantic, both on the ship and on shore. The ship was soon out of sight, flying before a good wind, but into as great a storm as they left breaking behind. Quick consultation among the remaining men de- cided who should try to escape and who would remain with the women. It was wiser that not all should be taken this time if it could be avoided. Some of them, therefore, thus leaving their friends and families in this dire situation, got safely away, though their position was no more enviable than those husbands and brothers who were taken away on the ship. No marvel that the women, even the bravest, were heartsick and in tears, with their husbands apparently lost and the children, fright- ened, cold and sobbing, clinging to them. But they had two or three of the men, and well could Mary Brewster be a tower of strength to most, seeing her own husband still on the shore and know- and Wome7i of Plymouth Colony 29 ing what a rock he would be for them all to lean on. When the company of men on horseback and on foot came to the water's edge, where the boatload of women and the few men awaited their fate at their hands, they placed them under arrest and hurried them' to the nearest town, to the court. With their former experience in mind, they anti- cipated a long, dreary imprisonment; but unlooked for circumstances pleaded their cause. Each magis- trate before whom they were taken in turn, with ever increasing haste, seemed anxious to shelve the responsibility of a sentence. Their case seemed so innocent and pitiable, the appearance of so many despondent women and chilled and shivering child- ren, so appealing, that no justice could harden his heart sufficiently to imprison them, more especially when their only crime seemed to be the desire to be with their husbands, wherever they went, which was certainly a compliment to men in general. When urged to go to their homes, their reply that they had no longer any homes, capped the climax, and, fearing criticism of any harsh treatment, the magis- trates were most eager to be rid of the matter on any excuse to themselves. Without realizing it, as the nerves of the women were strained to the break- ing point, they certainly affected the nerves of the men, and when the judges dismissed them, finally, from sheer desperation, even the men of the com- pany being included, it would have been hard to say which parted from the other with most pleasure. That day's experience, in all its misery, however, 30 The Women of the Mayflower advertised them in an unimagined way, for, though they only desired an inconspicuous and quiet life, the story of their wanderings and hardships was soon talked of and many came to hear of them and consider their cause with interest and sympathy', and, indeed, led to their making new friends and gaining help later on. Nevertheless, their weariness was far from over, and, throughout that spring, Brewster and Robinson, in the face of other disap- pointments and difficulties, used their final resources to get the women and children and themselves out of their net of trouble. Yet in the end their dauntless efforts were suc- cessful. Their own historian tells us that, notwith- standing, they all got away after a time and "met together again according to their desires, with no small rejoicing." This happy place of meeting and rejoicing was Amsterdam, the city of their intentions when plan- ning to leave England. The comparing of adven- tures since they had been swept apart by the tumul- tuous circumstances of their departure must indeed have been a refreshment to their minds as the safe arrival at their destination gave rest to their bodies. The anticipated welcome of the English people, who had already settled in the city and had churches for worship according to their several ideals, was cordial and sympathetic. We may be sure that the women of the longer residence were only too happj*" and Women of Plymouth Colony 31 to show and tell of this wonderful city, to the new- comers, and that the women in whom we are espe- cially interested would have been glad indeed that such guides and advisors should have been there to help them assimilate the countless new impressions which were next in the path of their experience. While each old friend or comparatively new acquaintance who had been of their original party at home, must have grown doubly dear by similar situation in the surrounding strangeness of this new world with all its marvels and perplexities. The contrast between the quiet existence they had led so long and the bustling, colorful life into which they were plunged, might well have dazed them for a time had not a certain sort of commotion and change attended them, in the interval, and been an unforseen preparation for steadiness in any con- fusion of circumstance. We may picture Mary Brewster, an example of their steadfast purpose, meeting the new and trying conditions of poverty, a new language and different modes of living in calm cheerfulness. Love and loy- alty to the men of their families would actuate every woman to do her best in making the homes these same men had now to struggle to provide. Mutual under- standing and common interests were great factors in smoothing the rough places. These men, now or afterwards, never thought of going first as pioneers to provide a home for their wives and sisters to come to ; they well knew that the women were the ones to make the homes for them. It was such a 32 The Women of the Mayflower matter of course that the question seems never to have arisen, likewise never commented on ; one of the reasons why we encounter such a scarcity of details that we would gladly read in their records. At this time even the names of the women seem hidden as by the very secrecy of their journeyings. Later the mist clears for us somewhat. Only the figures of Mary Brewster and her young daughters, Fear and Patience, Mrs. Robinson, the pastor's wife, and her daughters are comparatively clearly out- lined in the picture we try to see just here. Nevertheless, it was because of a woman and her clothes, especially a velvet hood, that was a prime cause of their moving from this scarcely established home; even as the long shadow of a woman had al- ready fallen indirectly upon them in their original home and ultimately made for their departure thence. Let us seem to be standing on the banks of a canal of Amsterdam. It is a brilliant winter afternoon and the scene is animated and full of color, for skat- ers are flying over the ice and spectators are watch- ing them or walking about. Here is a group of women, there are one or two whom we recognize, at least, having seen them in England. The wife of the pastor of the Separatist Church which is seeking a home, Mrs. Robinson, and the wife of the leader of his congregation, Mrs. Brewster, with them a lady much more elaborately dressed than either of them, the wife of the pastor of the Separatist Church already established in Amsterdam, Mrs. Johnson. We and Women of Plymouth Colony 33 feel quite sure it is she, for what is the advantage of having fine clothes if one may not wear them where many can see, on a gay afternoon in a big city espe- cially, and has it not been a matter of indifference to her what comments are made or how nearly her husband's church is rent asunder? These new friends are a pleasure to her since they do not criti- cize but only admire her appearance. Their attitude, if reflected from the male members of their party is that the style of woman's costume is a detail, and may be according to her station, the one point being that it should be paid for. Mrs. Johnson is probably giving her point of view of the matter and an opinion of her brother-in-law, in the controversy, which is a matter of record. Meanwhile, the eyes of the mothers see the bright faces of their children, and their voices come to them from the ice. John and Jonathan are being called to by a number of girls as they start to race to a goal. The girls have some of their new friends with them, fair English roses like themselves, all for the present blooming together in this country of tulips — Bridget and Mercy Robinson, Fear and Patience Brewster, Jacquelin and Dorothy May, the latter, daughters of the elder of Mr. Johnson's church. Dorothy and Patience, lighthearted children, never giving thought to the web Fate is weaving for them. Soon to part, after a brief acquaintance, but to renew it in a few years, because Dorothy is a mag- net to draw back to Amsterdam the grave young 34 The Women of the Mayflower man so frequently seen with her father and Mr. Brewster, at this time, and will herself leave her home there to join these friends again. And Patience is to become the wife of a man of promi- nence and influence just as her mother had done. These are future visions indeed, yet these two girls, as they stand side by side, are the presentment of the women (though ship and Colony were then un- dreamed of) causing the special designation in the title of this story. Therefore because of the turmoil regarding Mrs. Johnson's apparel and other matters affecting the congregation, John Robinson and William Brewster thought it wiser to remove their people from such ensuing contentions, notwithstanding it would entail the search for new employments and cause some more expense. It was ever the Sword of the Spirit — the spirit of self-sacrifice, "whatsoever it should cost them," to attain their cherished object, democratic religious and civil government, that led them onward, step by step, to the victory which was to be theirs. This change of surroundings was accomplished with much less stress and strain than their former one. Their new companions in Amsterdam were sorry to have them go ; while a welcome from strang- ers awaited them in the city of their choice. UNDER THE LINDENS OF LEYDEN. UNDER THE LINDENS OF LEYDEN. The chimes from the spire of the State House rang out an evening hour. There seemed no unusual portent in this daily custom to the ear of workers in the busy city turning homewards at close of da3^ Yet in that hour on that calm evening of early summer, history was being made for that city, and to its honored name was added an interest for thous- ands of a future day by the seemingly unimportant event then taking place. A large canal boat, one of the many that plied between Amsterdam and Leyden, was nearing its mooring at the close of the day's trip and a number of persons were on the quay apparently awaiting its arrival. The boat was heavily ladened with freight and passengers, the household belongings and persons of a number of families. If some of the members looked a trifle anxious, all seemed happy and still interested in all to be viewed at the end of a pleasant journey that had been full of new sights for the majority. A pleasanter voyage than many had experienced within the year, and with much uncertainty and strangeness eliminated from this landing at Leyden which had harassed their arrival at Amsterdam ; for these are the pilgrims from Eng- land, to whom the authorities of this city had re- cently given permission for residence, in reply to 38 The Women of the Mayflower a petition sent in their behalf from Amsterdam, by their pastor, John Robinson. The English were already well known in Leyden and some of this party had been there to rent houses and survey the prospect. More than casual glances were given these new arrivals, for, though evidently poor people and certainly, as yet, unknown, their appearance was distinguished even in their plain clothes of English fashion, different to the gay ap- parel of the natives. The accounts of this beginning of their sojourn in a new locality are somewhat meagre, nevertheless they furnish ground for speculation and conclusions not unjustified. Our interest follows the women we already know and others whom we are soon to know, as they once more endeavor to solve the problems of home-keeping with slender resources, their char- acteristics of patience and courage again to the test. An admonition surely given by their beloved pastor must have dwelt in their thoughts to "stand fast in one spirit, with one mind striving together . . . and in nothing terrified." The advantages of living in a prosperous, pro- gressive and highly civilized city were not long in being realized by these women. Though, at first, their homes were in the poorer part of the city, their industry and energy supplementing that of the men, who soon found plenty of employment in the trades of the city, particularly the cloth and silk weaving, enabled them to live fairly comfortably. The mar- kets of fish and vegetables saw them as daily and Women of Plymouth Colony 39 customers, and even the flower market found them as occasional visitors to delight the children as well as themselves. The public schools gave to many of the children more of an education than their mothers had had ; this opportunity for free knowledge, as well as the hospitals, homes for the aged, orphan asylums, were some of the marvels of this new life. Books and pictures were so moderate in price as to be available for all. The contrasts between the conditions which tend- ed towards the benefit and advancement of the plain people in their present home and those which were only for the benefit of the wealthy and aristocratic class in their old home were as easily seen by his companions now as they had been by William Brewster years before. The objects above all the planning for the routine of practical life were that they might have food and comfort, peace and quiet to worship God. They were not without news of England, for their community was constantly increased by new arriv- als, who, hearing of the success of their venture, came to try the experiment themselves; some remaining as true friends and burden sharers, oth- ers returning. Scarcely three years passed before the women had the joy of moving into attractive newly built cottages on a piece of ground in a very desirable location for their needs, bought by several of the men for all in common. All were now in good cir- cumstances retained by continual labor, however. 40 The Women of the Mayflower The nearness of the famous University was a satis- faction to the many intellectual men of the parts^ both to enter as students or to read in its library. That the content of the men was reflected by the women is without doubt, for if the men in a family are fairly happy it is easy for the women to be so, and, on their own account they had reason to be lighthearted. Their cosy little houses were built at the sides of the piece of property, the center becom- ing a small park or community garden with sanded walks, flower bordered. The pastor's house, at one end, was the largest and finest, for in it the Sunday services and three teaching services or lectures were held, as they had been held in the old manor house in Scrooby. Besides their two indefatigable and honored lead- ers, the pastor and William Brewster, now an elder in their Church, the community was fortunate in having among them the young doctor, a widower, whose home was kept by his sister, Anna. Her self- reliant, decisive character must have been highly sympathetic and congenial to her brother. The life of Anna Fuller is one of those most discernable to us in that coterie of women, after the lapse of the long years. Tactful and clever she was, and a fav- orite with all. Between her and Mary Brewster there grew a warm attachment. A friend to them both and to many others, was Katherine Carver (the wife of John Carver, a prominent and valued man of their company) whose lovely character endeared her to them, but whose and Women of Plymouth Colony 41 chief interest in life was her husband and what con- cerned him. Ann Tilly and the wife of James Chilton added to the group of these young matrons who enjoyed their quiet but not altogether uneventful lives in mutual sympathy and esteem. We must admire the smooth- ness with which they managed their affairs, taking into consideration the varying temperaments among them ; tact and unselfishness, wisdom and charitable- ness must indeed have been taught them by **the grave Mistress Experience," and not only among themselves was it observable, but also with their new, interested and friendly neighbors, the women of that Dutch city, through whom they became ac- quainted with its manners and customs and to feel quite familiar with them. Their children and the Dutch children soon became friends and through them the mothers of each began their knowledge of one another, to their mutual advantage. We know the pride of the native women in their city and how ready and willing they were to show its sights and relate its history to these interested strangers. Thus we can easily fancy a party coming along Belfry Lane and through other streets on their way to visit the Burg, a promised treat to the children and desired by their elders. Ann Tilly is taking the children of her household — two little cousins and a niece — having none of her own, whom she has moth ered. Mistress Chilton has with her, her daughter; Mary Brewster and her two daughters walk with Katherine Carver; Anna Fuller and the Carpenter 42 The Women of the Maxjflower girls — one soon to be her sister-in-law — and one or two boys, a lively party, all accompanied by some Dutch friends as guides. Leyden was at that time full of reminders of the war with Spain, its part of it having been the great siege. Up on the Burg the country for miles around lies before them, and as they look, the story is told and they try to picture just where and how the bat- tle was fought. Doubtless some old soldier was on the Burg, that bright afternoon, living for himself again that time of suffering and valor, and glad to recount many of the details and describe where had been a particular Spanish redoubt, or just where such a regiment had been stationed, or the location of a General's headquarters. We of days far from theirs are yet joined to their experiences of that afternoon of our fancy if we have chanced on a similar recital from one who had participated in another war with Spain in a very different country and setting, a war in which the descendants of some of these women had a part. From the wall of an old Spanish castle near Manila, a party of women, one of them the present writer, looked over the surrounding plain on an afternoon not many years ago, while the then American owner, their host, related just such details and anecdotes of the Philippine incident in the war with Spain, already some years in the past ; there was a battery of the United States regulars ; the insurgents came in here; a far glimpse of the sunlit harbor showed where Dewey's ships lay; and so on. By such a and Women of Plymouth Colony 43 touch does a string on the harp of life sing on through the centuries. Coming home, they would visit the City Hall, •where were then kept many mementos and relics of victory upon which they could look with wondering earnestness, feeling as we when today viewing ob- jects closely connected with the World War, so re- cently in our thoughts. The blossoms of the lindens fell over the grey wall enclosing the old cloister wherein the veiled nuns had walked, fell over into another garden and around other women of whom the cloistered nuns had never heard, and to whom they were but a name ; lives in deepest contrast, lived in neighboring environment yet divided by a grey stone wall and many years. At a well by the old wall several young women have gathered, some to get water for their household use, others to meet them there for a gossip — for even in the little colony of English Separatists liv- ing so quietly on their own ground, itself almost a cloister, in the gay city of Leyden there was, of course, gossip in its friendly and sociable meaning. But chat between the women only is interrupted, and apparently to their amusement, by small boys and girls all eagerness at a tale one of their number is telling of an exciting event in their school life that day; no less than the story of how the Prince's ball fell into the canal and he took the boat hook 44 The Women of the Mayflower belonging to an old woman who lived near, never thinking she would object, and fished the ball safely out. A tale with an apparently happy ending, but not so, the old woman mistaking Prince Frederick for just an everyday boy scolded him well, and when some one called out that it was the Prince who had borrowed her boat hook, she was so overcome and frightened that she ran in her house and they could not coax her out, for she said they would take her to prison. Smiles fade as a shadow of remembrance crosses the minds of some of the listeners at prison expe- riences they have known, and perhaps a thought of contrast that here, in this democratic land, their children have as playmate a prince of the blood, while in their own country they might scarcely ever have seen one. A few of the young men have wan- dered towards the well, since evening is advancing and their day's employments are over; here are Edward Southworth, William Bradford, Robert Cushman, William White, — and, severally, Alice Carpenter, Mary Singleton and Anna Fuller mav no longer be monopolized by the children, while Patience Brewster is glad to hear of her friend in Amsterdam, Dorothy May, from William Bradford, who visits Elder May rather frequently. In fact, news from Amsterdam was quite regu- larly brought by visitors as well as by those of their own company returning, since seeds of romance sown in the early days of their sojourn were bearing fruit, and engagements were so frequent that one and Women of Phjmouth Colony 45 was scarcely talked of before another came up for consideration. Thus it was not surprising to see Samuel Fuller leaning across the half door of the Carpenter's cot- tage, while Agnes, presumably waiting for Alice to return from the well, on the other side of the door, smiled at him. Not unlikely that Edward South- worth and the doctor will both be asked to supper, for the Carpenter household, with five gay, pretty girls in it was not a dull one. One of the house- holds soonest to break away, however, from the present surroundings; after three of his daughters married, Alexander Carpenter moved the rest of his family to his old home in England. Anna Fuller noticing her brother's absorption and knowing from rather frequent experience that he may forget about the supper she will provide for him, decides on spending the evening away from home, herself. To her neighbor and special friend, Mary Allerton, she will be a gladly welcomed guest — she who, a year ago was Mary Norris, and for whom Anna had been a witness at her marriage to Isaac Allerton. Sarah, Isaac's sister, who lived with them, was good com- pany also, and if Degory Priest should happen by, as was more than likely, to walk with Sarah to the weekly lecture at Pastor Robinson's and if William White should come too, still less unlikely, she would tell him that — ' ' yes she would marry him, when Samuel married Agnes Carpenter and was off her hands and mind." In this group of pilgrims there were many young 46 The Women of the Mayflower men and girls, therefore many were the love tales told under the lindens and marriages frequent during their sojourn. The Botanical Gardens at Leyden, one of the city's proud possessions, must have held the usual charm for walks of sweethearts and wives and the men of their choice on a Sunday afternoon that seems to be evident everywhere there are Gardens, in any era and place, from Edinburgh to Hong Kong. The annual Kermiss also witnessed many visitors from among these strangers, and the other holidays and sports came in time to be almost as familiar and enjoyable as though known in their o\vn country. Good health and fairly comfortable living made comparatively light hearts, among the younger set especially. "We are glad to picture these years of their life in Leyden when their industry and thrift brought them to pleasant days of living, and the cheerfulness and peace of their little community attracted visit- ors and favorable comments. These days wero lighted by hope, a hope that they might through some fortunate possibility be able to return to their beloved England and live in the unmolested peace and independence there which they had found here. Prosperity again found Mary Brewster, for her husband becoming a much respected teacher of languages in the University, was soon able to win a comfortable and adequate living for his family, and, as always, the Brewsters were ever ready with and Women of Plymouth Colony 47 sympathy and help to those less well off than they; indeed one of the chief supports in this thoroughly religious body of people was their convention of mutual help and friendliness. Mary, as well as her husband, was always avail- able as the confidant of their neighbors, therefore a frequent witness for the young couples who went to the State House, according to the custom of the country, to declare their intentions of marriage, and we feel sure the interest did not stop there, and that she and her daughters helped with the simple fes- tivities connected with these marriages. A member of the University was exempt from tax on home- made wines and brew, and as both were common beverages at that time, and made in all households, her wine and cooking receipts must have been fre- quently used. While the history of these Pilgrims may be told, and has been, with casual if any reference to the women, the story of the women must hinge on reference to the whole Pilgrim story. Looking at them from our position, down the long vista, seeing the background of which they were hardly conscious, the foreground invisible to them, their reality and aliveness should be vividly lighted by all the colors of romance which only distance may give and we should be able to get the feeling that things had for them, at least. A few plain, loyal, trustful women living their daily lives with no dream of a place in history, yet on whom else may we look entitled to a softer, more caressing glow from the flame of fame? 48 The Women of the Mayflower Julianiia Carpenter, the eldest sister, married George Morton, before the lindens bloomed again, followed soon by the marriages of Agnes to the wise and popular young doctor, the doctor's sister to William White, as she had said, and the lively young widow, Sarah, sister of Isaac Allerton, to Degory Priest. Their mutual satisfaction and happiness was punctured by the shock of the sudden death of one of their number, Agnes Fuller; the whole community was stirred by the fact that so unexpect- edly, the doctor was again a widower. Thus their recurring measure of joy and sorrow, pleasure and trouble, success and endeavor. We may well hope that, in the fullness of time, our days may be looked upon with the same search- light of sympathy and understanding which we turn upon theirs. Another year more wedded couples were added to the list — it was a sign of their hopefulness that marriage among them was encouraged and the re- marriage of the widowed favored. Alice Carpenter married Edward Southworth and William Bradford brought his bride from Amsterdam, Dorothy May. It was in the late autumn that she came to Leyden to renew some childhood's friendships. The marriage of another friend of Alice South- worth occurred at a slightly later date when Robert Cushman married Mary Singleton. So these 3'ounger and important men of the settlement took on new responsibilities, and after a while Dr. Fuller tried a third time and found with Bridget and Women of Plymouth Colony 49 Lee a more permanent happiness in matrimony. The very little girls, as the years passed, were replaced by others, while they grew into the places of maidenhood left vacant by the younger matrons. Thus Mary Chilton, Bridget Robinson, Priscilla Mullins, Patience and Fear Brewster, Desire Minter, Humility Cooper, formed a lively group in which Elizabeth Tilly and Mercy Robinson claimed membership though somewhat younger. The famous storks of Holland were good enough to bring many rosy babies to the little homes of this English colony, so the joy and amusement of babyhood was never lacking. Into this little world a passing traveller entered, a young man of some wealth and position in Eng- land, who having heard of the community, thought to look upon it as of transient interest, and desiring to meet William Brewster, John Robinson and others whose writings printed by their own estab- lished press were attracting attention. In truth he was more interested in the printing press than the writings, being reputed himself a printer, and as a worker in one art or trade or profession desires to see the results or products of another in that same class, Edward Winslow entered the life of the Brewsters, the Robinsons, the Allertons, the Brad- fords, but most particularly into the life of Eliza- beth Barker, and since it was her world it became his, too, henceforth. Almost the last romance of these peaceful years witnessed by the lindens and the old grey wall. 50 The Women of the Mayflower Soon thereafter a rift became apparent in the harmony of existence in the garden colony and it was Mary Brewster who heard it first. Again sh^ experienced the haunting anxiety on her husband's account, which she well knew of old, and from the same source — persecution by the royal authorities in England and their representatives in Holland. The cause was the printing press and the sentiments it set forth. The hunt for the unknown though suspected printer at that time is an entertaining story told by various chroniclers of the history of these people and reminds one of the somewhat similar search for the hidden printer of our modern times who issued the prescribed little Belgian news- paper during the occupation of that country by the Germans. Suddenly in addition to this personal touch of unrest came a focus in the national affairs of their adopted country, which centered in Leyden, and while of great interest to them, as such matters have been, and are, to us, are always bound to increase uncertainty and instability of daily concerns. The scope of the present work is not to dwell on the general events of history, but only as their effects touched the lives of the women of our story. Gradually it had come to be recognized, also, that the younger generation among them was fast be- coming more Dutch than English, as was natural from environment. And since their object had never been other than to remain English people and to send the enlightening word of their religious and Women of Plymouth Colony 51 freedom and churcli's independence back to their own people, now that the advantage of their print- ing press was about to be denied them this advance- ment was at an end. These subjects for reflection and others equally' compelling brought them to a point in their destiny for which Providence in the preceding years had been preparing them by the variation of their expe- rience, the widening of their horizons, the increasing knowledge of humanity and capacity for labor and economy which came as assets of their exile from home in a land of comparative freedom. The women had as much opportunity for facing these questions and facts and discussing them among themselves as the men, and the possibility of giving up all that they had won for the sake of their faith and ideals loomed as evident before them as to those upon whom they not only depended but supported by their love and loyalty. Thus prior to the all-important conference called at Pastor Robinson's house, many of them had set to withdraw their thoughts from the comparative ease and prosperity of the past ten years, and drill their minds to becoming again way-farers and makers of new homes elsewhere. Where else, in- deed? Many suggestions were made before the answer was determined. When it became definitely known to the city authorities that these peaceful, industrious and altogether desirable inhabitants were thinking of severing their connection with them, they announced their regret publicly in 52 The ^Yonlen of the Mayflower complimentary terms. Also an offer was made that these would-be pioneers continue under the flag of the Netherlands as colonists. But it was their own flag, their own nationality for which they were about to sacrifice much and for which they stood ready to endure more in the future. At the assembly at John Robinson's house where the congregation met for final decision, it was re- solved that if the vote showed a majority in favor of remaining a while longer, the Pastor should remain with them, and for those who wished to emigrate immediately, William Brewster, their Elder, should be their spiritual leader, while await- ing the coming of the rest. In regard to this vote, one writer has said, "It cannot be known whether or not the women of the church had a vote in the matter. Presumably they did not, for the primitive church gave good heed to the words of Paul, 'Let your women keep silence in the churches.' Neither can it be known — if they had a voice — whether the wives and daugh- ters of some of the embarking Pilgrims, who did not go themselves at this time, voted with their husbands and fathers for removal." If this exactness is lack- ing, we may feel a certain knowledge that each Avoman was aware of how the vote which affected her and hers would be cast. One is somehow re- minded of the old story, though of modern times, of a certain pastor receiving a call to a larger field of usefulness who retired to seek Divine guidance. During this time a member of the congregation and Women of Plymouth Colony 53 called for information on the subject. The pastor's little daughter received the visitor, and in reply to the important question said, ' ' I can 't say exactly — Father is praying but Mother is packing." During the time between the actual decision and final satisfactory arrangements for departure — we can fancy the women's days being particularly trying. Breaking up homes — deciding what would be needed most in the unknown land and in the restricted space alloted to each one's belongings on a small ship. Cooking and table utensils were commonly of pewter and wood — so anxiety of modern movings regarding breakage was lessened — books, clothing and furniture required the same attention as we experience in packing. And looking- glasses ! Mrs. Robinson 's sister, Jane White, had married soon after their arrival in Leyden, Ran- dolph Tickens, a manufacturer of looking-glasses, so although the Tickens family were not to go among the first, a looking-glass or two were certainly to be found space for. If they were such as the mirror of Mary, Queen of Scots, though of earlier make, and shown to visitors in Holyrood Castle, they were not very desirable or useful, giving but a hazy reflection of any one's good looks — but they may have been satisfactory when new. The day before the breaking up of the community came at last, as all days do, though seemingly far off when first recognized as approaching. That evening was spent by all, at the Pastor's house, at supper and with music. If verging on tragedy to 54 The Women of the Mayflower us, as on-lookers, what must it have been for them? The barges are moored at the quay — near the Nuns Bridge — were any of their thoughts flung back, as ours are, to the day of their arrival at Ley- den eleven years before? This party is large, as many who would return, for a time, are going with the others to see them depart. Some have already gone and are in England making final arrangements — so Mary Brewster, Katherine Carver, and Mary Cushman are without their husbands at present — though the sons of the Brewster and Cushman families are at their mother's side — while Kather- ine Carver has the unfailing attention of the tall, strong, young man, devoted to her husband's inter- ests, John Howland. Anna Fuller White (since her marriage called more often by her full name, Susanna), has her husband and little son. Resolved, a fitting name for the first born of this woman. Her brother, the doctor, is of the emigrating party, (with a young assistant), but his wife and baby will stay behind. The children of some are to go with them, while those of others will remain with relatives — thus the little son of Dorothy and William Bradford has gone to his grand-parents at his mother's old home in Amsterdam. The sadness in the eyes of some of the women as they look back at the fair and beauti- ful city, which has sheltered them so kindly, is formed of regret that all may not remain together in this departure, as well as a sigh for the happy years now gone. THE FIRE OF FAITH. The cradle that was brought acrosa the sea for the first New England baby. May be seen in Pilgrim Hall, Pliinouth. THE FIRE OF FAITH. As ONE GOES along the road of remembrance, some readers as well as the writer may see before them the outlines of a ship at the wharf of, perhaps, an unfamiliar city, towards which they have travelled after careful planning and arrangements for a voyage which is, after all, to carry them towards the unknown — . Just so, and with the same feel- ings the eyes of the women passengers on the canal boats from Leyden, looked upon the form of the "Speedwell", the little ship on which their thoughts and plans had for some time focused, now appearing before them with all the suddenness of reality and accomplished effort. Those whose former knowledge of ships had been far from pleasant, saw it with bravely stiffened reluctance or repugnance, while the younger were in contrast as eager to experience this new thing. Some of the girls, whose memories, real or imagined, could stretch back to their coming from England, almost as babies, were in great favor and admiration with those whose life and experience had been only in Holland. So Bartholomew Allerton and his little sisters, Resolved White, John Cooke, Samuel Fuller (nephew and namesake of the doctor), relied on the good nature that would reply to their numerous questionings of Humility Cooper, Desire 58 The Women of the Mayfiower Minter, Mary Chilton, Elizabeth Tilly and Priscilla Mullins, for the older boys were too interested and too busy in the matters of moving the baggage and the preparations on the ship to give attention to those who had no higher travelling lineage than a canal boat. It was evening when they arrived at Delfshaven and their ship could not sail until morning. That July night was too full of excitement and emotion for ordinary rest, even for many of the inhabitants of the town, who were drawn to the wharves by curiosity and interest to see this decidedly unusual party who were to sail from their port. Though their old tower had seen the sailing of many a ship and the farewells of countless friends in its centuries of guardianship of the little city, no scene had ever been quite like this, and curiosity turned quickly to sympathy. Friends came also from Amsterdam to see them sail, so that an animated picture filled the evening and morning hours. The fatigue of the women was forgotten or disguised in the sad enjoyment of these last hours with the members of their families who were not to go with them. Fear and Patience Brewster see naught else but their mother's face, filled with its well-known love, sympathy and energy, as she made one more effort at self-sacrifice and endurance for her husband's sake, choosing to go with him and two of her boys who would need her more in the new life than the two daughters, left to the protection of their oldest and Women of Plymouth Colony 59 brother and the care of the Robinsons and other loyal friends in the safety and comfort of their Leyden home, cheering them and others with the prospects of a speedy reunion. Hope and courage gilded these prospects at the time. Sarah Priest, who is to have the care of little Sarah Allerton, her namesake niece, has her husband to part from, as well as her brother and his gentle wife. The doctor's wife has a similar farewell to make to her husband, though her sister-in-law goes with her family — husband and son — and the wife of Edward Fuller goes with him and their son. Susanna "White having all with her whom she holds most dear (her brothers, her husband and little boy) may be looked upon as one of the most fortunate of the company; it is the friends of Anna Fuller (as she still seems to them) who remain behind, who shall have heavier thoughts at parting than Susanna White, though her cheer- fulness and kindness are not wanting. Other women who are happy in having their families with them are Mrs. Chilton and her sweet daughter, Mary, who has ever a special attendant in the person of one of Edward Winslow's brothers (two of whom had joined him in his life at Leyden and preparations for this adventure), so her valua- ble bundles of baggage are well looked after in their transportation into the ship. All is well too, in the heart of Elizabeth Tilly, whose father is more than half her world, and next in it, the object of her girlish admiration. Desire Minter — the ward of lovely Mrs. Carver. Her step- 60 The Women of the Mayflower mother and uncle's family are all part of the out- going company also, so her spirits may be light enough to amuse the children — herself but little past the boundaries of their land — Elizabeth Tilly with sparkling eyes and wind-blown hair, as we see her then, child of mystery and of argument after centuries have gone. Doubtless any or all of the older members of that company could have answered a question that still burns for some of us — who was her mother? Why the airy tradition floating down the years that she was grand-daughter of John Carver? As much, that, at one time, seemed un- fathomable, has come to light regarding these people, this question may one day be definitely answered. Katherine Carver and Elizabeth Winslow, feeling that since their husbands believed in this venture, and since they could make new and comfortable homes for them anywhere, all was well, are anxious to be off, especially as the former had for some time been separated from her husband, and looked forward to seeing him soon, at Southampton, where he was to meet their ship. Also the wife of Captain Standish, who had joined this expedition, thought that any undertaking with which her martial hus- band connected himself was right, and so long as she could be with him in any part of the world, happi- ness would be hers. These three women, having only their husbands to think of, are naturally drawn together, and each can appreciate the beauty and charm of the others, being eciually lovely herself. Like Mary Chilton and her mother, Priscilla and Women of Plymouth Colony 61 MuUins and her's are happy in the thought that they are not to be separated from one another nor from the men of their family. Among the friends of all these women accompany- ing them from Leyden, for the sweet sorrow of part- ing, is Juliana Morton, sole representative of the Carpenter family, whose daughters had been gay companions with them all, in past days. Juliana and her husband and family alone remained in Ley- den, to this date, and for a time thereafter. The parents and the two younger sisters, Mary and Priscilla, returned to their old home in England ; Agnes Fuller slept under the shadow of St. Peter's church and Alice Southworth with her husband and two boys were at this time living in London — busi- ness affairs of Edward Southworth having shortened their stay in Leyden. They, however, were thorough- ly in touch with the plans of their old friends, and knew of the difficulties with which they had con- tended. They also knew of the preparations being made for another ship with passengers, some of them strangers, some friends, to sail from London to meet the ship from Delfshaven, at Southampton, and to- gether cross the ocean. Like others of the original company their affairs did not admit of themselves being voyagers at this time. Sarah Fletcher and Hester Cooke are two others whose hearts we feel are heavy, as their husbands are to precede them to a new country, and they must remain with all the others who will await the first opportunity to follow. 62 The Women of the Mayflower The tide has come in, the wind is fair. Now ^aily clad sailors are getting up anchor on the little ship, filled with those whose trust is in her. All ashore for those not going — the last, the very last farewells must be said. Their beloved pastor once more leads them all in prayer, his entire flock about him for the last time. And so they ''took their leave one of another; which proved to be the last leave to many of them." The ship moves out from the wharf, the wind shakes the flag — their English flag — above them, token of their regained nationality. A volly of shot from shore and three guns fired from the ship echo over the watchers waving to each other as long as individuals may be distinguished, and longer. How eagerly the imagination pictures the scene. The Speedwell on that fair summer morning, sails into the unseen fog of disappointment and failure that shall prove her name a sad mistake. But for all on board of her "the fire of their faith lights the sea and the shore." So they leave forever, Holland, that refuge which for twelve years had sheltered them, that school wherein they have been shaped and prepared for the great enterprise before them. Their own country's flag above them, their own little vessel to carry them once more to England, if only for a farewell. Thus the spirits of sadness and expectation attend them and of gratitude and hope. The summer breezes blowing from England's and Women of Plymouth Colony 63 shores came out to meet the little ship and caressed the hair and cheeks of that group of England's daughters who stood, drawing their long cloaks about them, on the deck of the Speedwell as it entered Southampton water. Once more, as so often in their dreams these past years, they behold their native- land. An interlude of vision. Only two of them will ever return ; for the rest it will remain a dream, a memory — for ' ' Memory draws from de- light ere it dies an essence that breathes of it many a year." An animated day this proves to be, with greetings from old friends and new acquaintances who have come in the ship from London to join them. The ship ! They view it riding at anchor. Of its name or history few of them care. Yet what other ship has held more truly the form of fate for its passengers and of epoch for the world! But they could not know and it seemed then only their guide to cross the sea, their means of accomplishing the only way out of their difficulties. A company of shrewd business men, as profiteer- ing a syndicate as ever crushed the individual, had happened on this ship at the time they needed one of its size and accommodations for the enterprise they were planning to undertake in sending a home- less, well-nigh friendless, but dauntless company of men and women to colonize in America, chiefly on the money of these same people but supplemented by some of their own, and many directions, condi- tions and restrictions for their endeavors to which 64 The Women of the Mayflower they had reluctantly to agree. King nor country cared, the merchants, their nominal backers, cared less than nothing for the personal success or good fortune of these voyagers, except only where ad- vancement of their own selfish interests or claims for territorial advantage accrued and might be re- turned. These two boat loads of pioneers regarded thus with indifference, may be viewed for a moment in contrast to that subsequent fleet of English ships carrying English passengers on whom all England from Crown to Commons looked with interest and in whom hope and pride were centered — the ships bearing colonists under the leadership of John Winthrop, to the same shores, ten years later, saluted by royal guns as they sailed away as voy- agers whose adventure would reflect honor and renown to the kingdom, whose loss would be a disaster to the nation, while if either or both of these two unimportant ships with all on board had sunk at sea, as so nearly happened, the incident would not have seemed worth recording for a paragraph of history by the country, who treated these loving children with contempt and disdain. Nevertheless these brave pilgrims prepared the way for all others who later sought homes on the far shores of their intent and gave them aid and comfort by personal contact as well as by their example of unfaltering purpose. For their recompense to the merchants commercially interested in their adventure, the ac- count shows them more than over-paid, at length. and Women of Plymouth Colony 65 For their advantage to the country they left for- ever, since it did not understand them and did not want them, in long, long years from that day, perhaps the arrival of the first contingent of Ameri- can destroyers in British waters, in the spring of 1917, to give a certain aid and comfort to England, may be accounted a return. But thoughts like these were not in their minds as they are in ours. The ship from London, by name, Mayflower, was before them — an actuality, while for us it is a vision. This vessel was twice the size of the little Speed- well and bore a popular and one of the oldest names for British ships. A predecessor of the name had in 1415 borne the flower of knighthood to France, to fight at Agincourt. Another had been flagship of the Duke of Gloucester. This Mayflower had already a noteworthy career, the equal, of any, as a warship. She had been a member of Queen Elizabeth's fleet, contributed to it by a city guild, and took a brilliant and prominent part in the fights of the Spanish Armada to the final, desperate and victorious one. Nevertheless in spite of this, her name would not have gilded a page in history, but on the day she sailed from London for Southampton, equipped for a long voyage across the sea, destiny began to weave for her the wreath of fame. Not a large ship — 120 or more tons — and about 82 feet long, but what other is greater? Which more inspiring to poets and artists? The true and accepted model of the Mayflower is on exhibition at the National Museum 66 The Women of the Mayflower in Washington, this was made by Capt. J. W. Col- lins, an expert in naval architecture, by order of the United States Government. At Southampton the companies of each ship mingled on shore and on shipboard while the vessels were being made readj- for departure. The allot- ments to the respective ships, the designation of quarters in the ships, were necessarily made chiefly with regard to the needs and comfort of the women and children. The number of each was increased by the wife and family of Stephen Hopkins and of John Billington, also by four children named More. These children, three boys and a girl, were protegees of Mr. Weston, one of the merchants interested, and, having no apparent connection with any one of the company ; just what reason he had for sending them on this voyage seems likely to remain an unanswered question. The loving natures of Mary Brewster, Katherine Carver and Elizabeth Winslow accepted them as their special charges, and Jasper was there- after considered with the numerous and varied family of the Carvers, Ellen, with the Winslows, while Richard and his other brother, increased the Brewster's number of boys. For only a short time were these children to know these new and kind friends. Another unexpected addition to their numbers was in the person of the young man of Southampton, John Alden by name, who joined their company, as cooper, for the sake of the voyage and adventure — but who remained as one of them for the sake of the love and admiration he gained for and Women of Plymouth Colony 67 some in particular. Their business affairs being concluded, the Speedwell and Mayflower sailed from the harbor, but soon the Speedwell was found in a dangerous condition from leaks, — though she had been thoroughly overhauled after her trip from Holland. It was decided to put into the nearby port of Dartmouth, where a stay was made of ten days, at much cost to the pilgrims both in time and money. However, after this set-back, the ships sailed again and all had hopes of comfortable prog- ress. Land's End was behind them about a hundred leagues on the 23rd of August, when the Captain of the Speedwell again proclaimed that disaster to his ship was imminent. There was nothing else to do but turn both ships back to the nearest port. Plymouth welcomed them and kind-hearted people there tried to comfort and cheer the disappointed passengers. For some, these several returns to Eng- land began to affect their spirits as a portent or warning, but to others they but served to make stronger the desire to carry out their plans, in spite of discouragement, in spite of the charm of Eng- land's summer days beside the sea, in spite of the bright and friendly town through whose massive gateways they had to pass to visit the busy streets and get their last glimpses of gay shops — sights which they realized they would never again see when they had emigrated to the new and lonely land. This acid test lasted fourteen days. About this time, in their house in Dukes's place, Edward and Alice Southworth received a letter 68 The Women of the Mayflower written by Robert Cushman, while at Dartmouth, relating the unpleasant events that had transpired. Their sympathies were doubtless awakened, but even more their surprise, when, not long after, Robert and Mary Cushman and their son, returned to Lon- don; they and a number of others both from choice and necessity had left the company at Plymouth when it was finally decided to abandon the thought of the Speedwell making the voyage and that the Mayflower would go on alone. Such of the passengers who had come from Leyden and who were to continue their voyage, were trans- ferred with their effects to the other ship, and in this unexpected turn of their affairs, all had to make themselves as comfortable as possible. Disappoint- ment and the discouraging delay could not have lent much enthusiasm to the re-arranging of themselves and their family belongings, especially in such crowded quarters as now became necessary. Finally, all being adjusted, the Speedivell sailed for London and the Mayflower for her long voyage. Compactness could never have had a more effec- tive demonstration, when one considers what actual- ly was required by these colonists in the way of equipment, the number of people and the size of the ship. Though the Leyden contingent had brought little more than personal belongings, and as few as possible, the Speedwell had little spare space, while on board the Mayflower when she sailed from London were not only the passengers and their accessories, but supplies for the enterprise as a whole — other and Women of Plymouth Colony 69 necessaries being added at Southampton — also the regular ship's supplies for the vessel and crew for a long voyage and return. Let us glance at a list of articles which we know were part of the load : building materials for houses and boats, clothing materials, beds and bedding, rugs,- spinning-wheels, chairs, chests, cradles, cook- ing utensils, carpentering tools, books, weapons, gunpowder and shot, cannon, garden and farm im- plements, seeds and plants, medicines, trinkets for trading with the Indians, goats, chickens, pigs, pigeons, dogs, beer and butter, food for the animals, dried and salted foods for the people. And some of these things we may see this day, as they have been seen on any day of these three hundred years since they were shipped on the Mayflower. We have heard careless or would-be witty remarks as to the countless china tea pots, which came in the Mayflower and are in every state in the Union, or household furnishings which would supply largely populated cities by the number claimed as authentic. Such amusing remarks cause a smile indeed, not however, from the cause the sarcastic authors as- sume, but from the ignorance or exaggeration will- ingly or unconsciously evinced. The known freight the Mayflower carried was a ship load and no more — and some of it remains to the present hour. China tea pots, or even one, never was part of her invoice; tea and coffee were not then known as beverages to these people, nor in their world ; what a solace and comfort therefore was missing for the 70 The Women of the Mayflower women of the voyage — for at sea, how seemingly indispensable are these important factors of present day life. The women of the Mayflower — let us look at them now, since all who ever may be called by that name are together on the ship, and fair days and moonlight nights give possible encouragement to them as the voyage opens. We see the forms of those we have known in England and Leyden, heretofore, some more familiar to us than others, but we are interested in all, however slight our acquaintance; and their new companions, lately from London, claim our attention likewise. Among these latter we note Mrs. Stephen Hopkins as an addition of great advantage; her vigor of mind and body, her decidedly wholesome and attractive personality wins regard from all. Her own little daughter, Damaris, and her step-daughter, Constantia, added one each to the quota of childhood and girlhood on board. Against the name of Elizabeth Hopkins, as against the names of two others of the matrons of this passenger list, (Mary Brewster and Susanna White) destiny set a shining mark. Mrs. John Carver has her maid and her young ward. Desire Minter, also the frequent company of her dear friends, Mrs. Myles Standish and Mrs. Ed- ward Winslow. It needed not for John Carver to be one of the leading men of this company, nor for him and his wife to have more of worldly goods than many, for Katherine Carver to have the love and ad- miration of all who knew her. and Women of Plymouth Colony 71 Quite a stranger to all is Mrs. Christopher Martin, and scarcely known during her brief stay among them ; she and her husband were among the pas- sengers from London. Two pairs of mothers and daughters, — Mrs. Chilton and Mary, Mrs. Mullins and Priscilla — engage our attention, as Cupid's entanglements are even in this serious adventure, since Mary has lost an admirer and Priscilla gained one. There was not room for both of Edward Winslow's brothers on the larger ship, when the Speedwell failed their hopes, so John had to seek the new world and his winsome Mary, at a later day. John Alden, the young cooper, engaged for the voyage at Southamp- ton, has already met his fate in acquaintance with the buoyant Priscilla. The names of these two sweet maids of the Mayflower, (soon to become sorrow- touched women of the new colony) ripple as music through poetry and romance, or staid fact and his- tory to our imagination. Here is a group whom we know far less well ; Mrs. Thomas Tinker, Mrs. John Kigdale, Mrs. Francis Eaton, yet we feel sure their qualities of mind and heart must be the equal of many of their compan- ions. Here are the sisters-in-law, wives of John and Edward Tilly, each with a young girl to mother — not her own — for Humility Cooper is cousin to Ann Tilly, and Elizabeth is a step-child to John Tilly's wife. Mrs. Edward Fuller, sister-in-law of the doctor 72 The Women of the Mayflower and Anna White, is one of those sailing for another haven than some of the others, though knowing it not. From London has come Mrs. John Billington, so different in style and manner from her women com- panions as to be quite noticeable, yet not lacking in desirable qualities to say the least; and little Ellen More, now in Mrs. Winslow's care. Mrs. William Bradford — standing in the shadow of tragedy — and Mrs. Isaac AUerton with her two little girls, Remember and Mary, complete the count. Mary Allerton's namesake daughter stands nearest to us, of all that company, between that day and this. "How slow yon tiny vessel plows the main! Amid the heavy billows now she seems A toiling atom — then from wave to wave Leaps madly, by the tempest lashed, — or reels, Half wrecked, through gulfs profound. Moons wax and wane. But still that lonely traveller treads the deep. ' ' What words can better picture the Mayflower at sea than these of Mrs. Sigourney? The monotony, the discomfort, the terrors day after day. Since the waning of the September moon, under which the voyage began, the weather had become cold and stormy ; the sea dangerous — whose roughness af fected many and made the labors and duties of those able to withstand it, increase. The ship's cook was of slight service to the pas- sengers, since his work was for the benefit of the and Women of Plymouth Colony 73 officers and crew only, therefore the preparing of their meals fell to the different individuals whose health and abilities so enabled them. With slight cooking facilities, it was necessary to rely chiefly upon such fare as did not require to be prepared by fire; gin and brandy were relied upon for warmth, and. beer a tonic. To this tossing ship, on one of these stormy days, there comes a stranger, promptly and appropriately called Oceanus, and the Hopkins family becomes one of especial interest, with its new baby for all the women and children to delight in. Another day's excitement is provided by one of the young men, who chafing under the restraint of staying below decks, imposed by the storm, ventures above and is no sooner out than over the side of the ship, in the grip of a wave. His presence of mind to grasp a rope, which trailed from the rigging in the water and his grit in holding on, making his rescue possible by the sailors, make a topic of con- versation with sufficient thrill. One wonders if John Howland became invested with a new interest for Elizabeth Tilly from that day, or the few subse- quent ones, when the great, hearty fellow was some- what the worse for his adventure. The shock of death enters when a particularly rough sailor, who had terrorized the women and children and annoyed the men by his language and manners, is stricken suddenly, buried at sea, and so one of their trials is removed. The storm increases and all doubt not that their 74 The Women of the Mayflower end is approaching, since the ship is giving "way, but this crisis passes, by the energies of the captain and crew and the aid of an iron screw, or jack, which was brought by a passenger from Leyden. That screw was the instrument which saved the May- flower, and we know not the owner — whose name seems of more interest to us than it did to them to whom the screw was the thing. Another day brings a blow to Doctor Fuller and to all, since one of their own company is summoned by death, the young assistant to the doctor, William Button. Many begin to show the effects of the dreary weeks on the ship and look worn, weary and ill. At last, at last, in a November dawn, land is in sight! A day spent in running southward looking for a favorable harbor, but none appearing, they turn about and return to the point of land first seen, and by nightfall are safely riding at anchor. With the episode immediately following, the women had no actual connection, yet to some we know it was of interest, as their husbands signed the document drawn up in the cabin, and because of it Katherine Carver was made the "first lady" of the little group of friends, since her husband was then duly elected governor of this colonial company. More love, more respect, they could not give her as their governor's wife than they had always given her as just one of themselves — tested and trained as all had been together in the years of friendship amid all the shades of mutual experience. and Women of Plymouth Colony 75 The next day new life and animation was evident among all on board the Mayflower. Hope flung aside the grey veils that had almost enveloped her for many weeks and stood in the radiant garment:^ of expectancy — they would not recognize the vagueness, the emptiness of her background. They had been brought across the sea in safety — they were about to disembark on the solid ground of their new country. Ambition stirred the weakest to prove the wisdom of their choice. In the cabin of the Mayflower, next day, their Elder led them in prayer and hymns of thankful- ness. Around were those who had listened to him in the old hall at Scrooby Manor, and others who, since then, had made his way their way through life. We may easily picture, again, Mary, his devoted wife, seated in the old chair (which, at least, we may see actually ) , her gentle, anxious face silhouetted against the grim old cabin walls of the Mayflower, as lovely to her friends who looked at her that day, as when its fairness had as a background her old home in the stately manor in England. All who were able were at this service, on what, for them, was Expectation Sunday, (though some were too weak and ill to leave their berths), and afterwards, walked on the decks looking at the new, mysterious land before them — recognizing various familiar trees, growing almost to the water's edge, and ac- cepting the attention of the surprised but welcoming sea-gulls. The little pool, across a stretch of nearby beach, partly surrounded by juniper trees, attracted 76 The Women of the Mayflower the eyes of the women with delight at prospect, if tomorrow was fair, for a grand and general wash day, with plenty of water, instead of the restricted supply that had had to suffice them for more than a hundred days' effort at cleanliness. The cold, foggy morning of the 23rd of November witnessed much energy among the company on the ship, riding at anchor in its lonely harbor. Small boats brought many of the women ashore with ket- tles and big bundles, — the first time that they set foot on the soil of their new country — and Monday wash day was established. The men who were not employed repairing the small boat, or shallop, which had been stored in the hold of the Mayflower, and which they wished to use for exploration as soon as possible, cut the fragrant cedars or junipers about the pool, made cheerful, pungent fires, and swung the kettles for the boiling water. Some, no doubt, looked on it as quite a picnic, with lunch served by the fire, and the whole thing a change from the life of the past weeks. The dusk saw the footprints of many English women marking for the first time that sea-washed shore, and the ashes of the first fires of civilized life, (with women as an important half of that life), mingling with the sands. The women went ''home" to the ship, with contentment in their minds, but wet, cold and tired. Small wonder that colds be- came evident next day — with little vitality left to resist them. Misery had plenty of company. Another day and the anxious wives whose hus- and Women of Plymouth Colony 77 bands made up the first exploring party watched them row away in the ship's long boat, land and march along the shore, out of sight, under the watchful lead of Captain Myles Standish. Through the two days and nights of their absence, knowing not what dangers or disasters might befall them, we can never doubt that the secret prayers of Rose Standish unceasingly appealed for the safe return of her husband and the husbands of the other women, her dear friends, for whom he was respon- sible. And not her's only we know were answered, when, on the third morning, the welcome sound of guns from shore, signaling the long boat, relieved the tension on the ship. What rejoicing, interest and even amusement was the result of their safe arrival, with curious trophies of their first land jour- ney and descriptions of what they had seen and done. After a few days, their own shallop being repaired, another and larger party went away for discovery. Another safe return and tales of interest followed this. And news of importance awaited them, also — for they found the White family rejoicing in the arrival of a son and brother; Dr. Fuller and Mr. and Mrs. Edward Fuller in a new nephew, and Sam- uel in a cousin, in the little Pilgrim. Probably Oceanus Hopkins looked at his future playmate with interest, not unmixed with surprise that he was no longer the new baby of the Mayflower. Before the next attempt to find the place most desirable for their permanent location, another 78 The Women of the Mayflower event, far less cheerful, drew attention to the Whites. A young man in their employ, Edward Thompson, died, and thus became the first of the Mayflower passengers to be buried in American soil. The following day, one of the Billington boys in search of diversion, finding a loaded gun in the cabin and a barrel of gunpowder, promptly shot it off then and there; his pleasure was short-lived, but those who were ill or much startled by the noise, probably did not care what happened to him. The jeopardy in which he placed the ship and every soul on board was doubtless beyond his comprehension. The restlessness of the small boys in those cramped quarters was one of the trials the mothers had to bear. Our sympathy is for both. On the 16th of December, reckoning by the calen- dar as we know it, the third and, as it proved to be, the final and successful attempt at finding the place for their settlement was made. But while much hap- pened to the exploring party, in the seven days of its absence, and while the thoughts of those left on the ship followed them, at all times, hearts were heaviest there, and gloom as great as that surround- ing the storm-tossed shallop settled on the May- flower. The moments were tense to the family of James Chilton, whose illness daily became more acute, and hope of his recovery faded in the hearts of his loving wife and daughter. Into the loving sympathy of their friends and their own deep sor- row, there entered a shock and excitement of stun- ning effect, when it was discovered that Dorothy and Women of Plymouth Colony 79 Bradford was missing. Someone had seen her on deck — we see her, too — standing, in the sunset, wrapped in her long cape, looking over the water, alone. We recall her as, years past, we saw her on another winter afternoon, in Amsterdam, standing with Patience Brewster on the banks of the canal, gay with skaters — the elder's daughter, then, now the wife of one of the principal men of this com- pany. One who kept a record of those days wrote : "At anchor in Cape Cod harbor. This day Mistress Dorothy Bradford, wife of Master Bradford, who is away with the exploring party, to the westward, fell overboard and was drowned." A woman of the Mayflower whose experience of the New World was destined to be brief — and never of Plymouth Colony — the one appointed to lead the way into a New Country for many of the women who sorrowed that night for her sudden going. That no further comment or record was made of this tragedy seems remarkable. Out of the silence conjectures arise, as will in such conditions, without form or founda- tion in truth as far as can ever be known. Mr. Chilton died the next day — the first head of a family to be taken. The illness which was grad- ually affecting many of the company, grew out of the colds and run down condition they had reached. It seems like grip or influenza of our modern knowl- edge, with other complications; its fatality was appalling. Marj^ Chilton and her mother had need 80 The Women of the Mayflower of the uplifting sympathy and companionship of such friends as Mary Brewster and Susanna White in the dark hours of their sorrow. Theirs was the first test of faith. The little family of three had expected to face the new life together, with what- soever pleasure or privation it might bring, and to have the one taken for whom and with whom the other two had willingly ventured, strong in their love and determination to bear their part in the work which needed women's hands to secure even a semblance of home, was crushing indeed. Yet these women, already proven brave, would now be braver still and rejoice in the safe return in the shallop of the other husbands and fathers who brought the good ncAvs of a satisfactory place to establish their settlement. The enthusiasm of these men at the happy ending of their uncomfortable and dangerous journey was soon lessened by knowledge of the grievous and unexpected events which had happened while they were away. We think it was Elder Brewster who gave the sad explanation to William Bradford as to why Dorothy was not with the cluster of women and girls who crowded so eagerly at the ship's rail to catch first glimpse of their men as the discoverers returned. These men had lately seen and touched a rock, for them a stepping-stone, that day of exploration, to solid ground — they saw it not as the gateway of a mighty nation ; a rock which had wandered to that place from far away; a traveller, a pilgrim who had and Women of Plymouth Colony 81 waited long to welcome these pilgrims. They re- turned now to the rock of their community, William Brewster, keystone of the arch of their high aspira- tions, molder and guardian of the firm principles that other rock so fitly typified. One more storm and struggle for the Mayflower on weighing anchor again, one more disappointing return to a harbor which she desired to leave, but after all a calm day's sail across the bay and rest in that quiet harbor guarded by the lonely rock. Her work nobly performed, her name immortal, she had reached the goal. THE FIRST STREET. mn ■■ mn ■■ mm ■■ rrm THE FIRST STREET. The first street of Plymouth, the first street of New England, was in the making. From the decks of the Mayflower the women looked longingly toward the land, whither the men went daily, hearing the sounds of hammering and sawing which came across the harbor, for as yet none of them had been per- mitted to go ashore in these new surroundings. The hill which arose at the water's edge, behind the rock, was snow-crowned; around and beside it a path had been cut and worn by the men as they went to the work of making houses for their families. By the maps and charts of the company, it was found that this situation, which they had all ap- proved for their permanent residence, was the place visited and named by an earlier explorer of whom they had heard, and some had seen, Captain John Smith. The appellation he gave to it suited them well — Plymouth; if they had had the selection of a name as well as the site for their New World home, it could not have been better chosen, in view of the fact that Plymouth was the last place their feet had trod and their eyes seen in their Old World home, and the inhabitants of that town had been kind to them. Nevertheless it was of Ley den that they thought when building. The larger hill at the end of the 86 The Women of the Maijfloiver street, which they at first saw in the mind's eye, even as we do now, reminded them of the eminence crowned by the fort at Leyden, and upon it they would build their fort and it would be a constant reminder of the Burg. But first must be built the store-house to hold all their belongings moved from the ship, and then the few houses necessary to shelter themselves. Of these plans they talked at night when the men returned to the ship or on the days when the weather was so inclement that no trip could be made ashore; these delays were a constant strain upon the nerves of all, as the need for haste was so evident, with winter's storms increasing and the impatience of the crew growing therewith, to say nothing of the failing health and strength of so many of themselves. The fortitude and patience of the women who had braved all the dangers, shared all the trials, and now, in spite of courage and cheerfulness seemed fading before their eyes was enough to urge every man to use his own last reserves of energy and strength to provide better conditions for them. They well realized the important asset to their venture, of the women. Without them not even the mag- netism and charm of Brewster, the indomitableness and courage of Myles Standish, the business ability of Allerton, the experience of Hopkins, the worldly wisdom of Winslow, the youth and strength of John Howland and John Alden or the zeal and fervor of Bradford and Carver could have assured the stabil- ity and success of this colony. Previous settlements and Women of Plymouth Colony 87 in this region and others further south bore witness to a lack of something making for continued interest and permanence on the part of the men, who were not wanting in necessary personal qualities. The abandonment of such ventures in Maine and Vir- ginia, where no women had accompanied the men, is proof that a common larder and fireside are not the things for which men struggle against hardship, disaster and death. But the street of Plymouth, albeit made in the face of every trial of circum- stance, was made by men for the women they loved, and Plymouth has never been abandoned nor its street untrod by the families and descendants of these men and women. The weeks of Januarj^^ drag by, spent by the men ashore, many not returning to the ship at night when the roof of the store-house was finished, both to save the time of the trip back and forth and to guard their belongings already there ; so lights gleamed at night from Plymouth, seen by the weary watchers on the ship and the ship lights shone in the sight of the builders, signals to one another yet seeming to make the gloom of their situation more visible. The violent storm which ushered in the month caused the Mayflower to madly roll and tug at three anchors necessary to hold her ; in the midst of this discomfort, the third birth occurred on the ship, but the son of Isaac and Mary Allerton never knew the world to which he came. One of the young men, 88 The Women of the Mayflower Richard Britteridge, also died about this time, and so the burials began on the snow-covered hill. The women had more to do, however, than look towards the shore and long to land, for the life on the ship was not an idle one for any of them while health and strength lasted. As, one by one, illness attacked them, those remaining well had many added cares. Assisting Doctor Fuller, attending to the wants of the families of those mothers who were ill, preparing the food for the sick and for the men who went daily ashore to work, keeping the children safe and amused, and, above all, keeping their own faith and hope alive went on as unendingly as the swell of the sea beneath them. By the end of the month, the house built to store their belongings and to shelter some of them while the others were being erected, was finished and was also a hospital in its capacity of general or commo7i house, for numbers of the workers had to occupy the beds as fast as they could be brought from the ship, their brave fight against the odds overwhelming many. The women had an hour of frightful sus- pense when, suddenly, before the eyes of some look- ing towards the land, flames leapt out and shouts were heard. They were sure the dreaded event had happened — that the Indians had attacked and van- quished all ashore. But the later knowledge that no Indians had appeared and no one was hurt, recon- ciled them to the loss of the roof of the common house from too great a fire in the chimney ; it had to be relaid — and then the joyful decision was made and Women of Plymouth Colony 89 that all who were able should come from the ship on the next Sunday for a service in the common house, which was to serve also as church and bar- racks for a time. The little ship of the Pilgrims, called only "the shallop," and already proven staunch and true to their needs, leaves the side of the Mayflower on this wintry Sunday, with the women as passengers for the first time, and sails over the mile or so of water towards the landing. Some are using their greatest efforts; some are too weak to come at all, and even those still well are vastly different in looks and man- ner from their appearance at leaving old Plymouth or even on that first Monday of enthusiasm at Cape Cod. But all feel that a new era is dawning and again the need calls out the latent spirit of sacrifice inherent in every woman, on this occasion once more requiring the putting aside of personal feelings of sorrow or illness for the common good. From tha day when these women gave up their early associa- tions and left their English homes to live in a strange country among people with different cus- toms and language, striving to preserve their own during the twelve years of their sojourn, through the time of their embarking at Delfshaven and later sailing from Plymouth, when they saw cherished possessions and loved members of their families left behind, during the famous voyage with its heart- rending conditions for them of wet, cold, poor food, overcrowding, storms, anxiety, to the day they 90 The Women of the Mayflower landed, worn and exhausted with no homes to go to, new hardships and dangers awaiting them, self- sacrifice was in a continual^ ascending scale and, for many, could go no further. Some of the men are standing on the rock, watch- ing the progress of the boat, some are grouped at the Common House on guard, as ever, against a sur- prise from the unknown Indians. The governor, the elder, several of the other men whose wives are in the boat, two or three of the younger men we may see in the grave group at the landing, but the light of expectancy and contentment for this one hour at least, glows in their faces. With costumes so similar it is hard to distinguish where each woman is placed in the shallop and to single out a special one for whom a man may be looking. At the bow two or three are grouped, waving to their welcomers, their alertness seeming to be an urge to the little craft. The eager children are held from crowding forward as they near the shore. An instant of excitement, the sailors making ready to fasten the boat, it touches, is beside the rock; the woman who stood foremost at the bow on the way over, has poised her- self a second and sprung from the boat, catching at the outstretched hands of the nearest man, to steady her foothold on the slippery stone; the keen wind and spray have dashed color in her cheeks, the bril- liancy of sun on snow is reflected in her eyes — a flashing triumph at being the first — it is Mary Chilton. Romeone has said that Plymouth Rock began with her its fame, but for her and for the and Women of Plymouth Colony 91 other women, quickly following her to clasp the hands of the men, — as it had been for those men — it became for them the threshold into Plymouth Colony. Some of the women of the Mayflower have not gotten so far, and some of these scarce pass the threshold. The service is held, as planned ; once more they listen to the uplifting and strengthening words of their Elder. Afterwards some return to the May- flower, but others remain with their husbands on shore. The work on the other houses goes forward as rapidly as possible. All were built of squared logs, the crevices filled with clay, the roofs a thatch of the swamp grass, resembling their English cottages in this. The few windows have only oiled paper to resist the winter's storms. Each house is set on a plot of ground of its own on either side of the street — the location for each family being decided by lot. Yet building by men cramped with rheuma- tism and sciatica, or falling down from weakness as a prelude to illness and death is not a rapid business, and, for all that they planned at first to live as com- pactly as possible, without being crowded, the unat- tached young men to be part of the families — as they had been in Leyden — it soon became evident that many houses would not be needed. In less than a week after the first visit of the wo- men ashore, not all the prowess of Myles Standish, hero of war in Flanders, not all his own unending strength and endurance, could defend his Rose from 92 The Women of the Mayflower the blight of illness nor shield his heart from the sharp stab of sorrow. She had dreamed of the new home in a land of fair skies, sunshine and flowers, not this region of snows ; she knew how thin and white she was growing, but she knew that her hus- band had not ventured on any vain purpose, and willed to be brave for his sake. Her high resolves were not long tested however, ere she gained the reward of her faith. Others soon followed her, and, having but crossed the threshold, Ann Tilly, Mrs. Martin, little Ellen More and Mary Chilton's mother were gone from the colony; another month and Mary Allerton, John Tilly's wife, Sarah Eaton and the sister-in-law of Doctor Fuller (Mrs. Edward Fuller), were num- bered with them. Meanwhile, Susanna White had become a widow, and Elizabeth Tilly an orphan, with Mary Chilton, and soon Priscilla MuUins was added to these girls' forlorn state. Alice Rigdale and her husband ; Thomas Tinker, his wife and child, needed not houses nor land in Plymouth. Two of the More boys and a number of the young men fell victims in the great mortality, and Sarah Priest, in Leyden, was a widow, though nearly a year passed before she knew it. A little later and Eliza- beth Winslow slipped from the gentle hand clasp of Katherine Carver, to join her other dear friend, Rose Standish. Thus twelve wives were swept away by this fatal epidemic, some from the Mayflower, some from the land. Even the comfort of graves bearing their and Women of Plymouth Colony 93 names which should tell those who loved them, and others, that they had been with them, was denied them. But their monument is the hill by the sea- shore, on which their graves were made, and their remembrance shall last as long as mayflowers blos- som. From the time of the first anchoring of the ship (at Cape Cod) of the total of the twenty-five women and young girls, thirteen were released from their labors. It is indeed remarkable that even twelve should have survived. Into the hearts of those re- covering from their own illness, the spirit of desola- tion must have entered for a time, as they struggled to their feet again, to grieve for those who were laid to rest under the snow and to take up the burdens of life once more. Many of the men had gone, too, but few of the children. For the five elder women, life, even under the cir- cumstances, still was worth while. The governor's wife had the loving care and interest of all but two of her household's original numbers; her husband, her young ward, her maid and John Rowland; two of the other young men, as well as the little boy she cared for on the voyage, Jasper More, had gone. But deepest grief was not, as yet, her portion. Mary Brewster, too, was strengthened by the sight of her husband untouched by illness and apparently not weakened by the terrific work and strain he had been under, and her own two boys, soon helping as ablj'' as before, and even Richard More, the sole survivor of his family, was already one of her's. For Eliza- 94 The Women of the Mayflower beth Hopkins and Eleanor Billington not one of their own particular groups were gone. But Susanna White had left only her own two children, her nephew and her brother — and he, of course, seemed to belong to each one as much as to her. Humility Cooper and Elizabeth Tilly, Priscilla MuUins and Mary Chilton were indeed the most truly alone, each one being the sole representative of her family. On the five women the care and responsibility fell heaviest, though the girls and even the children had their share in the general division of labor. Each served while there was nursing to be done. Cooking was not only a duty but a serious problem in finding the wherewithal to tempt failing appetites or keep up the strength of the men and children. Who can doubt that these women often went hungry that oth- ers might have more? Scarce wonderful that Mary Brewster and Katherine Carver never regained their full health again. The former took to her home and mother love the homeless and motherless girls, sadly missing her own daughters, so far away. Gradually came a lessening of the strain of appre- hension of unknown evils; the problem of the Indians had been solved on the day that they heard the word "welcome" from a strange voice, and, from then on, mutual fear diminished between their im- mediate neighbors in the forest and themselves, and visits from these strange people became frequent and helpful as well. The day of the making of another covenant was and Women of Plymouth Colony 95 one marked by color and animation in the doleful monotony of those early months, for the women with strength enough for interest. Their governor, with all the formalities of his office, met and entertained the sovereign of the savages, and the lively music of the drum and trumpet, the firm footsteps of the military guard quickened their spirits and brought a sense of assurance. The green rug, on which roy- alty sat, in one of the unfinished houses, must always have brought back, to the woman who owned it, that scene and its results — the lasting treaty of mutual friendship and benefit. That other rug of modern times, on which the Liberty Bell rested at the Pana- ma-Pacific Exposition, in 1915, afterwards used at celebrations connected with the great generals of the World War, is interesting but not more important in the historical part it has played than the rug which we now see in fancy. Also their defense from their fort was accom- plished, the cannon being landed and dragged up the greater hill, to the summit, and a strong building erected there. Military preparedness began as soon as the men were able to drill, under command of Myles Standish, their chosen Captain. Gradually, also, Spring came, the children found arbutus and other early flowers, and were happy, though their search might not take them far from sound of the home voices, as the fearsome sound of the wolves was a constant warning. Remember and Mary Allerton and Damaris Hopkins played on the beach with Constance, Elizabeth and Humility, and 96 The Women of the Mayflower gathered the bright shells in the warm sunshine till the pink of the shells and arbutus was reflected in their cheeks. The sailors, now that the connection between them and their erstwhile passengers was soon to end and their roughness softened by the common ills of the winter, were glad to tell tales to amuse the children, when lingering ashore. And, so, with the April mildness on land and sea, came the last night when the lights of the Mayflower shone to them out of the darkness. On the morning of its departure, how visible the scene is to us. The women watch from places of vantage, in groups or singly, in company with some men or with the child- ren clinging to them, from the hill beside the street, their wistful eyes following the battered sails out of the harbor, while the guns from the Fort ring out in parting salute the farewell to their ever-ready shelter, to the only connecting link between them and the rest of their race. Each one has been asked a question all have had plenty of time to consider well, if it were needed to repeat, "shall we, shall T go back?" Away with the Mayflower to a once familiar life from unfamiliar trials, from haunting memories to friends or relatives left on the other side of the sea? Each woman for herself has an- swered "No." The venture made in faith by those loved and gone from their sight, should not have been made in vain ; the standard formed of high hope and courage should not go down while they were able in the light of that faith and remembrance to carry it forward. and Women of Plymouth Colony 97 Now only as a mirage can their ship be seen on the far horizon. Susanna White, clasping her baby closer, stands near the place on the hill where the body of William, her husband, had been laid; not far away near the grave of Elizabeth, his wife, is Edward Winslow. Their eyes, though seeing each other, are viewing things far away. (Could a breath from the lindens of Leyden be wafted to them?) In that moment arose a consciousness of an unfelt emotion — hith- erto drowned by selfishness in sorrow — pity. Mutual shock and endurance was to continue for them all on this same day. To shake from them any idle reflections, the men worked steadily and vigor- ously for the remaining hours, on the new fields and planting of seeds, the elder, the doctor, the governor, each exerting every energy, as well as the other men and boys. The day proved unusually hot and the governor seemed to feel it greatly. Reaching his home, he lay down to rest, but while his family waited upon him in deep concern, he lost conscious- ness. Thus not only was the harbor dark that night, but a cloud hung over Plymouth and common anx- iety on their governor's account caused the depar- ture of the Mayflower to be almost forgotten. But the governor was worn out, not with that day's labor but by his labors, as has been said, "in three coun- tries and on the sea, as counselor, agent, nurse, farmer, magistrate and man of God," and, in spite of their efforts and distress, consciousness did not 98 The Women of the Mayflower return ere he passed from them. In the pathetic description, by his successor, "he was buried in the best manner they could, with some vollies of shot by all that bore arms," and his grave left smooth and unmarked, as the others on the hill, that it might not appear to any enemy that their numbers were lessened. Though the office of governor was filled, the first lady of the colony had no successor, since the widower, William Bradford, was chosen. Her anguish of grief was so intense, and her frail- ness grew so perceptably, that it became evident her stay with them was but transitory. And again, as in Leyden, the doctor's sister kept the home for him ; but there were more members in the family than in those by-gone days, for Susanna had three little lads to care for now, and the doctor three small nephews to play with. Let us follow the bright rays of the sunset into their cottage on a May evening. Supper is over, and now is little Pere- grine's bedtime. His mother is gently rocking the cradle, as she mends his brother's stockings, glanc- ing now and then at the smiling but sleepy baby and urging him in softest baby language to accom- pany the "sandman" without further delay; but Peregrine's ambition seems to be to stay awake on this bright particular evening and he coos and laughs in response to his mother's admonitions. His brother and cousin are romping just outside the front door and Resolved runs in to get the cane that had been his father's, to play horse with. Susanna arid Women of Plymouth Colony 99 sits on a bench beneath the little square window, which swings open with its paper pane, and the breeze which enters plays with the soft, curly ten- drils of her hair; beside her on the bench stands the little chest of drawers which has ever held her sewing articles and trinkets since William White gave it to her when they were married. A shadow falls across the light and men's voices come to her as her brother passes with a friend, returning from a stroll to enjoy a smoke by the cottage door. Twi- light is fast failing now ; the baby is at last asleep ; Susanna softly puts away her sewing and goes into the living-room, adjoining, to light a candle at the fire-place ; she then stands in the doorway to call in Resolved and Samuel, as she does each evening; she sees her brother and his friend on the doorstep bench, also quite a regular occurrence about this hour, and Edward Winslow rises in his courtly man- ner to receive her smile of greeting. In the few weeks since the sailing of the Mayflower, her pity and sym- pathy have unconsciously awakened an interest which is now slowly dawning in some wonderment upon her, while for Winslow he had already ques- tioned himself if she would be willing to let him take William White's place, and if, on the other hand, she could fill the vacancy left at his hearth-stone by Elizabeth? He thought he knew the answer to the second question, but for the first sought her reply. That Edward Winslow, talented, aristocratic, of good family and of some wealth, should admire her, pictures Susanna for us almost as plainly as his 100 Thr Wonicr. of the May flower painted portrait represents him. We have not the slight details of her features, but in fancying her with the light brown hair, blue eyes and pink and white skin of a young English mother in her twen- ties, we cannot be far wrong; and for character, the reflections of her life and times show us that which certified the regard of all who knew her and gives her to ours. Her good sense ever caused her accept- ance of facts and prompt adjustment of her life to the conditions imposed upon it by circumstances. By her intelligence and resourcefulness she was saved from the dissipation of despondency, devoting her physical and mental energies to making the best of the situation in which she found herself. With courage she contemplated the present and took thought of and measured the possibilities of the fu- ture. Her cheerfulness and adaptibility to the inevitable in meeting her serious problems won her a victory over them and greatly increased her own pleasure in living and unquestionably added to the pleasure of others. She had had advantages of com- fortable circumstances always — more than some and as much as few of the pilgrim women had; her brother, her husband, were men of education and breeding, such also the men of the families of her nearest friends. Edward Winslow, doing always the unexpected, but always pleasing himself, soon found the oppor- tunity of settling the question in his thoughts. Shortly thereafter Mary Brewster again played con- fident to a neighbor. When the bans were published and Women of Plymouth Colony 101 at the next Sunday service, announcing such an item of interest in the lonely, quiet existence of the com- munity, any surprise was soon dissolved for most, by their regard for the principals. Before May was over, the simple ceremony took place, performed by the governor, as magistrate, as he himself has recorded, "after the fashion of the Low Countries," and the first bride of the colony appears before us. Anna Fuller whom we first knew in Leyden, there becoming Susanna White, now changes, as far as name goes, into the second Mistress Winslow of Plymouth and before her stretch long years of pros- perity. And contentment and happiness? Yes, such as a woman like her will always seek and find. Natural curiosity ever alert at a time of a wedding is sadly checked for us, by dearth of description or detail of this one, so full of an unusual interest. The old friend Mary Brewster, was surely witness for the bride, and her brother, the doctor; while the elder, as properly, was witness for the groom, and Isaac Allerton, doubtless, as assistant. But what repast Mary Chilton, Priscilla Mullins and Eliza- beth Tilly, reinforced by the culinary skill of Mis- tress Hopkins, prepared for the newly married couple, or M'ho were of the wedding guests who par- took, or whether at her house or his, we have no record. "We know simplicity was the keynote, as complying both with the Pilgrim opinion and the necessity caused by conditions. It was an important day for the bride and for the young girls, who were gladly stirred by the event into a remembrance of 102 The Women of the Ma\j flower romance and a brighter side of life, forgotten for many a day. It even aroused Katherine Carver from her lethargy of grief into a wondering atten- tion when Elizabeth Tilly gave to Desire Minter all the details in her possession, which we gladly would glean also, if we could. However, the date appears upon the page of Plymouth history like an illumin- ated initial letter, for it marks the beginning of a more normal life. The dark days since their arrival which seemed emphasized only by sickness and death and hunger and cold, had passed. The summer thus ushered in, brought its herbs for salad and medicine, its wild fruits and berries of many varieties, its fish and game, also roses to gladden their eyes, fragrant and colorful, and, ow- ing to the friendliness and good understanding with the Indians, the colonists might walk in the woods round about their homes as in the highways of England. The two Indians called Squanto and Hobomok, who attached themselves permanently to the colonj^ showed them many things of advantage in the way of agriculture and home crafts which the women were as glad to learn as the men. About six weeks after their marriage, Susanna Winslow bade her husband the first of the many farewells she would experience in the coming days, because of his frequent journeys in the cause of the colony. He was now to seek the great Indian chief, Massasoit, with whom the treaty had been made, a few months before, and the governor had selected him and Stephen Hopkins for this necessary visit. and Women of Plymouth Colony 103 The walk through the woods was long and tiresome and consumed more than a week, but the object of their journey was accomplished. Susanna Winslow and Elizabeth Hopkins, awaiting in some natural anxiety at home for their return, or news of them, must have been somewhat startled the day the gov- ernor sent them the message he had just received by an Indian runner, that their husbands were nearly starving and struggling homeward, exhausted. These two wives hastily despatched food by the In- dian, to meet them at a certain place, and had an abundant supper in readiness on the rainy evening of their return. Soon after this, the upsetting occurrence of a lost child came upon them, and Eleanor Billington had the sympathy of the mothers because one of her boys had been too venturesome in the woods and strayed away. He was found by the Indians miles from Plymouth and word being brought of this, the gov- ernor sent a boat to the place of the Indian encamp- ment which brought the boy back, no worse for his adventure, so this excitement passed. Expeditions among the Indians became necessary, both of force- ful and peaceful intent, which made recurring anxiety for the women, until the men had safely returned. At the close of the summer, once again sorrow filled their hearts, as one more of their number went from the friends who loved her. It was the only happiness left for Katherine Carver to follow her husband out of this world, which no longer con- 104 The Women of the Mayflower tained anything of interest to her and the future no hope strong enough to relieve her broken heart. So, lovel}' and lamented, she was laid to rest on the hill by the shore, where so many others of their brave and fair were sleeping. This left but two of the married women who had left Leyden together : Mary Brewster and Susanna Winslow. But the number of the girls remained complete. The first anniversary of their sailing from old Plymouth, came and went. The survivors of that day's company on the ship must have observed it with many thoughts. These September days were busy ones, indeed, as preparations to meet the com- ing winter began. Their Spring planting had been successful in all except peas, and their harvest of corn was abundant. The wild grapes were made into wine, the corn pounded into meal, each house- hold a veritable hive of workers ; while the wear and tear on their clothes must be repaired and new gar- ments made, or purchased when strictly necessary, from the supply stored in the Common House, But an interval occurred in this routine and it may be introduced to us by a picture of the living- room in the Brewster house, by candle light, which contains all the women of the colony in earnest dis- cussion. This conclave is caused by the recent sug- gestion of the governor that in view of the fact of their successful harvest, and renewed health, a period of recreation should be planned and enjoyed by all; games, feasting, mirth and frolic, a conibina- and Women of Plymouth Colony 105 tion of festivities of both England and Holland with which they were familiar, and not only were preparations to be for themselves but for guests — Chief Massasoit and many of his warriors were to be invited, with no doubt at all of their acceptance. Many of the men had been hunting that day to pro- vide the game, and the results were enough to last a week. It was not questions of what to provide, but how much of everything would be needed, and which of them would prepare and roast the wild turkeys, who boil the fish, who make sauces and side dishes or cook vegetables, who bake, who make the salads, and all the other necessary plans for cooks who are hostesses, and hostesses who are cooks. The problem has a familiar appearance to many of us in our own day. Favorite receipts were compared, and whoever excelled in a certain thing was to have charge of that supply. All were good cooks so it was a case of friendly emulation and rivalry in this novel experience, with which each housekeeper re- tired that night, after they had talked and planned to their satisfaction. More than a hundred to be provided for over a three day period, and eleven women and young girls to see it through; even the littlest girls. Remember and Mary Allerton and Damaris Hopkins had to help, and of course the men did their share in keeping the great fires burn- ing and dressing the game, and the boys in carrying water from the brook. Every iron kettle, every long and short legged pot and pan, every wooden bowl and leathern bottle, every pewter dish, with hooks, 106 The Women of the Mayflower spits and trivets were in use ; wooden cups or gourds to drink from, and knives and napkins. The only forks were the long-handled iron ones for cooking purposes, their use for the table was not kno\\Ti, their service was supplied by napkins and spoons. The Indians arrived and encamped around the street, thoughtfully bringing a large supply of veni- son to add to the bill of fare. The cooks and wait- resses in whitest of linen caps, kerchiefs and aprons, with short woolen skirts and buckled shoes, had many steps to take to serve the banqueters seated at the great tables erected in front of the houses ; and when the men were having their contests of shooting or games, they cleared away or looked on at the entertainment as they could. They and the children, in sampling the products of their cooking or taking a mouthful, now and then, were kept from being hungry in the midst of plenty by being too busy to eat. The long shadows of the third day saw the end of the event. And was the first American "block party" a success? We may say that it was. And were the women tired? We will agree to that also. But the men were pleased, the children happy, and one recovers quickly from the fatigue of gratifying achievement. Thus was their public thanksgiving celebrated, by order of the governor. On a November day some weeks later, household tasks were going as usual ; many of the men were gathering the last of the harvest, others getting in the winter's supply of wood. We may see Mistress and Women of Plymouth Colony 107 Brewster in her kitchen distilling herbs and witch- hazel for domestic medicines, as was the custom of each housewife, that Dr. Fuller's supply might not be too freely drained. She has the help and com- pany of Mary Chilton this afternoon — both uncon- scious of any special interest that the day may bring to them especially, before its close, yet the unexpected was as often happening then as now. Priscilla and Elizabeth had taken Desire Minter on a search for more sassafras, hoping to entertain and amuse the listless girl, who, since Mrs. Carver's death, seemed to grow each day more unhappy. The two Marys are talking of the return voyage of the Mayflower — how long it might have been or how short — and if their friends in England and Hol- land had received the many letters and messages taken back by the Captain. Suddenly they are startled by the sound of the gun from the fort ! Another shot ! They are in the street now and like- wise every woman and child — it is the signal for assembly — and the men may be seen hurrying from the woods and fields. The Governor accompanied by the Captain and an Indian runner are rapidly descending the hill from the fort, both looking espe- cially determined. The news is soon in possession of all. A ship has entered Cape Cod harbor — seen by the Indians and word brought at once to Plym- outh! Surprise and suspense were but some of the feelings this news aroused. They had been seven months without sight or sound of the world beyond their little settlement and its woodland neighbors. 108 The Women of the Mayflower It woiild have to be Spring before a friendly ship could be expected to find them (for newcomers could not live in comfort or be of use till then) and as England and France were on far from friendly terms, this might be a ship of the latter nationality, seeking them with hostile intent. But preparedness w^as ever their daily thought and ability to cope with any emergency. Thus the Captain's little army of defense, twenty men, was soon marshalled and ready — none without a gun in hand — to protect their women, children and homes to the last man. Maiy Brewster sees her husband in the front ranl<, of course. He can fight as ardently as praj^ if necessary, and while wishing that an enemy might be converted and enjoy life, if that were impossible, then no question of who should fire first. The Cap- tain had no weaklings in his command, even the boys and younger men were heroes with such leaders. Their eyes sharpened by expectancy and uncer- tainty, soon discern the stranger's sails, even as the lookout from the fort calls out the fact that it is in view. Intently they wait and watch, when, behold, before their astonished eyes, the flag of England is flung out in greeting ! Relief and amazement run a race in their minds. The ship is smaller than the Speedwell. The first boat puts out, making straight for the men drawn up on the seashore. In their in- credulity they can scarce recognize, can scarce believe, what they see : Robert Cushman grasping the hands of Brewster and Bradford ; John Winslow seizing his brother Gilbert's shoulders: Jonathan and Women of Plymouth Colony 109 Brewster being sprung upon by his brothers, from the ranks, and then Thomas Prence just behind him. Such confusion and laughter, such embraces and tears of joy as the women, realizing the situation, come running down the street to meet the crowd coming from the water's edge. And in another boat come two women, friends from Leyden, the widow Ford and her children and Mistress Basset. The relief of the newcomers was quite equal to that of the Plymouth people, but for a different reason. Not finding any signs of habita- tion in the first harbor of their search, they feared that all survivors had died or been killed by Indians, and as in their long voyage of four months they had consumed about all of their provisions, they feared starvation for themselves. All were in good health, with good appetites and spirits and as soon as their apprehension was dispelled, at sight of their friends and their plentiful supply of food, gaiety reigned. The problem of housing for these thirty-five new- comers was finally settled by nightfall, each house- keeper putting up with some crowding to take in several, and the Common House once more giving shelter. What welcome of friends and relatives, what interest at news from others, the ensuing hours saw; what joyful supper parties that evening! Thus the isolation of Plymouth was broken. The sails of the Fortune had brought them once again the touch of the outside world. By daylight, another young lady had joined the colony, and Martha Ford opened her eyes, on the 110 The Women of the Mayflower first morning of her life, in Plymouth. Just why her mother should have come across the ocean at this time is not clear to us. She was a widow and evidently of some means to be able to bring all her children with her. We may suppose, without stretching the bounds of probability, that her hus- band had been preparing to bring his family to the new colony, and that, after his sudden death, she carried out the plans. The Fortune remained two weeks, and lively weeks to get her well laden with the first exports of the colony, furs, lumber and sassafras making a rich invoice. Letters were written — letters of enthus- iastic description ; letters of encouragement to join the life of the New World ; letters of advice, and let- ters replying to those received, for many words of sympathy had been sent in response to the dreary news brought back by the Mayflower. There was a particular letter from the governor (one of sym- pathy, also) to Mistress Alice Southworth, in Lon- don, since Robert Cushman brought the news of her recent widowhood. Robert Cushman had come especially as emissary from the merchants who had underwritten the Pil- grims, and to see for himself in what condition they were, for report at home. He was so pleased with what he experienced, however, that he planned a permanent stay at a future day, and left his young son, who had accompanied him, with the governor. So the Fortune was ready to sail, and by her departure, was to make one more break in the ranks and Women of Plymouth Colony 111 of the women, since Desire Minter chose to go back in her, to her friends in England, under charge of Kobert Cushman. Her health and spirits had so failed that it was considered the best thing for her; thus another blank was made in the life of Elizabeth Tilly, who had found in Desire a dear friend — and in whose heart she was never forgotten. Perhaps Desire already forsaw that her place would soon be taken and knew that she would leave little Elizabeth in good hands. As the Fortune sailed out of the harbor, we may see John Rowland near Elizabeth with his protective look and ready, encouraging smile. This little ship did not receive benefit from her name, for fortune proved unkind. A French man- of-war, lying near the coast of England, captured her and took all on board prisoners to a French island, where for more than a fortnight they were detained. However the ship and passengers were then released and reached England — but the val- uable cargo and letters were spoils of war. So Alice South worth never received the governor's letter, but the fact of its having been sent was reported to her by her friend, Robert Cushman. Indeed the various items of news he brought were of interest to many. But Desire, if she had only written of her experi- ences, or caused them to be written ! Her experiences as a woman of the Mayflower, as a woman of Plym- outh Colony, her experiences in leaving the latter for an English home — with her war adventure as 112 The ^yomcn of the Mayflower ail extra detail. What material she had and of what value for the world to read. She •would have been a rival historian of Bradford and Winslow, for posterity. But of course such a thought never occurred to her. She was a woman — and a woman could not be independent in the society of that day, which was an exclusively masculine society and with a system by which feminine conduct was judged from a masculine point of view. About two hundred and fifty years elapsed before any other point of view was deemed possible. And Desire Minter was far from being the first of her sex to question. In due time word was brought to Plymouth that she had reached her friends, and, later on, that her brief, but not uneventful life was over. Somewhere Eng- lish roses bloom o'er her grave; an interesting pil- grimage, if its location were known, as a remem- brance of the first woman of the Mayflower and of Plj'mouth Colony to return to her early home. Meanwhile, before Plymouth knew aught of what had happened to the Fortune, much happenc;' there. AVhile pleasure in the company of the new- comers lasted, supplies did not, and their bubble of ioy was soon broken. The Fortune brought no food, and thirty-odd extra people, mostly men, to provide for, was a serious problem. So their second winter was a hard one to get through, with little to eat — half rations only — and resultant weakness (though fortunately no sickness) scarce enabled them to im- prove their condition. Nevertheless, owing to the threatening attitude of some of the distant Indians, and Women of Plymouth Colony 113 a protecting wall of lumber was built around the town. The street ran from the rock to the battle- ment on the greater hill, but some houses were erected at a different angle which indicated another street for the near future — to be called the High- way — and the square came into view. In Spring, the women, in addition to household duties, helped plant, the children also — though for them more of a pleasure than for their mothers, struggling with the problems of supply and demand in food and clothes. On an April day, after the planting, an episode occurred which brings before us for the first time, a woman not hitherto distinctly in the picture. The Indian squaws occasionally came to Plymouth and were a help or a bother, according to their personal- ity, to the women of the colony. One, however, had such agreeable characteristics that she was consid- ered a desirable member of the community. Her husband, Hobomok, was the colony's trusted inter- preter and permanent resident. On this day, we see the mothers of the smallest children, Susanna Wins- low, Martha Ford and Elizabeth Hopkins, assembled in Mistress Hopkins' big kitchen, learning from Hobomok 's wife the craft of moccasin making ; th? soft foot-coverings were both comfortable and warm for the babies. But the lesson is interrupted and Hobomok takes his wife away, saying that the gov- ernor wants her. The surprise of the women is less- ened only by apprehension when they later learn that she had been sent on a mission which none of 114 The Women of the Mayflower them could have performed, nor was a man of theirs able to cope with its delicacy, not even Hobomok. This peculiar circumstance was caused by Squanto, their other trusted interpreter and friend. He had stated that all was not well with their Indian allies and that Massasoit w^as treacherously planning with the Narragansetts to exterminate them. The quali- fications of Hobomok 's wife were at once apparent to the men in consultation over this news, which Hobomok insistently declared could not be true. She was instructed, therefore, under guise of a casual visitor, to go to Massasoit 's camp and learn what she could. Her return was anxiously awaited. She accomplished her errand in a most satisfactory and creditable manner, and her information relieved them of alarm. Another year passed, with a not very succesful harvest ; uncertain Indian affairs, and the arrival of boats bringing letters, even visitors but no supplies or friends or families — the Merchants and even Robert Cushman seemed to fail them. Some of the boats brought men whom they sup- ported for a time from their scanty supply, who had come out to establish another colony on the coast and who requited their kindness by ingratitude and scorn for a settlement having women. Another boat, however, was more acceptable as proving they had friends in need, though unknown, for by it word was brought of a massacre of Virginia colonists by the Indians. From this same kind-hearted ship captain, John Huddleston, Edward Winslow — who visited and Women of Plymouth Colony 115 him to extend the colony 's thanks for the warning — was able to procure some provisions, of which they were greatly in need, and thereby increased their bread allowance to a quarter of a pound a day. From this warning also they proceeded to build a stronger and larger fort, one part being planned for a place of worship. A trading ship coming in, made them pay exorbi- tantly for their needs seeing how greatly they lacked them. On this ship, however, was a gentleman who was returning to England from Virginia. He made the acquaintance of the Plymouth people while the ship was in the harbor, and that he was a welcome visitor to the Brewster household is told by a letter he later sent to Governor Bradford saying how he had enjoyed Mr, Brewster's books. A man of like tastes, evidently, and his passing acquaintance a pleasant incident to them. The autumn and winter were punctuated by trips taken by the governor and some of the other men, with Squanto, in search of camps where the Indians would sell corn, as their own harvest was far from being enough to keep them until the next. On one of these expeditions, Squanto died. As planting time approached, in view of the fact that the next harvest must produce a much greater amount, to avoid the dangers of starvation which they were then enduring, the governor, in consulta- tion, decided to divide the land into personal hold- ings, instead of all lands being worked for and held by the community. This new plan quickly grew 116 The Women of the Mayflower increased enthusiasm for planting and culture, since emulation and friendly contests for success began. Mary Chilton and Humility Cooper were each given an acre, and the attention those acres received was not less than any other. To work in one's very own soil was pleasure as well as profit, discounting the fatigue. At this time, also, the women had a particularly choice bit of satisfaction. No less than the total disestablishment and wreck of the colony which the men had come to plant who had accepted hospitality from the Plymouth people, when they arrived, and so discourteously returned it by ridiculing a settle- ment which contained women. Appeals for help from them were received, and with usual generosity were granted, to enable them to keep their lives from starvation and the Indians, and to leave that coun- try. Plymouth had but six matrons; and the young woman who had been maid to Mrs. Carver, and four young girls, Priscilla, Mary, Elizabeth and Humility, with Remember Allerton and Constance Hopkins fast leaving childhood in the responsibilities of this difficult life. With so many single men the widow and the girls could have a half dozen at command in an instant, while Mary Brewster had four stroiig right arms to rely on, her husband and three sons; Susanna Winslow the hands of her husband, brother and brothers-in-law, Gilbert and John, at need. Re- member and Constance had each a brother to call upon and the other two married women, husbands and Women of Plymouth Colony 117 and sons. Nevertheless, no one would care to deny that the twenty -four hours of the day of these loyal and efficient members of the company were not as heavily laden as those of the men, nor that their efforts in sustaining the struggling community were not as valuable in the final results. ''They made the home and kept the hearth fires burning ; They spun and wove and tilled the barren soil ; They met each day's return with patient trusting And murmured not through all the weary toil." THE BRIDE SHIP. THE BRIDE SHIP. Massasoit was ill — very ill, and a Dutch ship had run aground near his encampment. This news, brought by runners, caused Winslow to again leave his family and penetrate the forests to visit the Chief, as he was looked upon as a special friend of Massasoit, and could speak Dutch. It was about a year from the time when Hobomok's wife went over the trail on her diplomatic errand. The Dutch ship had gotten away, but Massasoit was decidedly ill. Among Winslow 's talents was skill in doctoring and nursing, so with some remedies and food he had carried with him, he was able to improve the condi- tion of the Chief. Massasoit 's delight and gratitude manifested themselves in an -important piece of in- formation, which was that an Indian conspiracy was in the making against Plymouth. With this startling revelation Winslow returned. The matter was soon concluded, for their Captain, as he believed preparation and prevention were better than cure, took a picked company and the offensive, and came back with the head of the bold ringleader. This salutary but grewsome object caused the women to look elsewhere than the point on the battlements of the fort where it was displayed. However the warning had its effect — discontented Indians be- came mild in terror of the Sword of the White Men, 122 The Women of the Mayflower as they called Myles Standish. The picked company in this event was composed of several of the young men who were specially, if secretly, favored by Pris- cilla, Mary and Elizabeth. Ships and more letters, one bringing truly joyful news that, at last, some of their own people would come in the next ships sent out by the Merchants. This cheer was sorely needed, but as they were just managing to keep from starvation by the fish as almost their only food, they wondered how they could supply the newcomers with a living. The prospect Mas indeed dreary, as a protracted drought had wilted their cherished crops hopelessly. Anoth- er ship, bringing a rather important naval official in charge of fishing activities on the coast, came in. This officer, Captain Francis West, called Admiral of New England, made but a short stay, but long enough to fill them with anxiety as he told them he had spoken a ship at sea, had boarded her, found her bound for this port, and sailed in company with her until in a violent storm they lost sight of her. He supposed she had already come in, and, finding she had not, feared some mischance. These summer days were dark for them, starving, with hopes of a harvest blighted by drought, and now distress for the possible loss of the ship bring- ing their loved ones. In this deepest gloom, which proved the fore-runner of dawn, they set apart a day of prayer, in humility and distress, by their faith's steady flame. Under the glaring sun, the day began — but at evening the sun set in clouds and Women of Plymouth Colony 123 and the rain came for which they prayed. The corn, the fruit was saved. Sweet and soft was the air of the summer morning some few weeks after this; birds sang joyously and a silver mist hung over the sea as Plymouth awoke to the new day. The women seemed more light-hearted than of late, shown by snatches of song now and then as they pursued the common tasks of the house- hold. An indefinable feeling which had come to them that since the answer to their prayer for rain had been given by many refreshing showers, the one in supplication for the safety of the ship and their expected dear ones could not be in vain and all would yet be well, gave them more enjoyment of life notwithstanding a breakfast of boiled clams was all they could prepare for their families. The smoke from the chimneys rose over the thatched roofs, pointing seaward. Some of the men came forth from their homes, on their way to the day's labors, and cheerily greeted one another, stopping to speak of the weather and prospects of plenty. Mary Brewster stands in her door-way, arranging the sprays of the wild rose trained beside it — the showers had revived it and it looked its best. She had planted and tended it, hoping for the day when her daughters might smile at her beside its blossoms. Priscilla joins her in admiring it, both thinking of Fear and Patience on the longed for ship. They speak of this being the first ship to come having a woman 's name, and that she was bringing so many women. 124 The Women of the Mayflower John Alden stops on his way past with a mornina: greeting. What man more anxious than he for the arrival of the Anne, though his bride-to-be is not on the ship. Through many months Priscilla has heard love's voice, sweet and low, tender and strong, and though for one reason and another it seemed best to wait, she has now promised to marry him when the uncertainty about the ship is over, for she could not leave dear Mistress Brewster, who had so mothered her, in the suspense concerning her own daughters, nor be selfish in thinking of her own affairs when the universal anxiety was so great. They too, talk of the weather, of the breeze from the southwest, and glance at the chimney's long finger of smoke pointing, pointing to the sea. Half unconsciously they look in that direction and watch the thinning fog as it seems to form in pat- terns like Flemish lace, as Priscilla says. Now it has parted and the sun's brilliancy streams through making a jewelled pathway on the water. Quickly Priscilla grasps Mary Brewster's hand and flings out her arm in the direction the smoke has been pointing. Against the pink and golden morning sky there is a ship, coming slowly, slowly, into the harbor, flinging before her wreaths of pearly foam. The Anne! "Then from their houses in haste came forth the Pilgrims of Plymouth, Men and women and children all hurrying down to the sea shore." Never again did the Pilgrims of Plymouth expe- and Women of Plymouth Colony 125 rience the thrill of that moment at the arrival of any ship, and only once before had the feeling ap- proached it — at the arrival of the Fortune. Though some emotions were similar in each case, such as relief and joy, the circumstances were dissimilar. The relief was for themselves, for their own wel- fare, in the first case, in the second their relief was doubled, as the welfare of those on the ship was the chief • thought. The first joy was coupled with sur- prise at its unexpectedness, the second with thanks- giving at the fulfillment of a great hope and antici- pation. Fathers and husbands, brothers and friends jumped into boats to put off to the Anne to see and greet at the earliest possible moment those of whom they had been thinking and dreaming for so long. Here is Richard Warren, Doctor Fuller and Francis Cooke, of the first division, Jonathan Brewster and Thomas Prence, of the second, off in the first dash. The governor's boat takes also his assistant, Isaac Allerton, and Captain Myles Standish. Those on the ship, crowding along the jrail, see the boats coming to them over the laughing wavelets, and recognizing one after another of the men as they come alongside, laugh in reply as they wave. There has beefli written some charming verses descriptive of the arrival in this country of the foreign girls who married members of the A. E. F. of the recent war. The conclusion fits well with that scene of nearly three hundred years ago : 126 The Women of the Mayflower "They loved our heroes well enough To leave all else besides And make America their own, So welcome home the brides." Yes, and wives, too. The ship's band, if there had been one, might well have played the tune of "Sweethearts and Wives," while Plymouth's drum and fife could have replied with "Haste to the Wedding," or "Here Comes the Bride." When the excitement had subsided a little, in a few days time, the Brewster girls had the interesting event of a wedding in their home, for their old friend, Priscilla married the young man of her choice, whom they had never seen, until they came to Plymouth. There was little wherewith to make a wedding feast, but, at least a health could be given the bride and bridegroom in the elderblow wine, made a year before. Indeed the great shock to the newcomers was the condition of affairs in the colony — the thinness, paleness and weakness of all, from want of sufficient food. The governor recalls for many a day the em- barrassment felt by the Pilgrims that so little could be offered to the new arrivals, only fish and cold water. But the Aniie, unlike the Fortune, brought some supplies and necessaries, so the passengers were not a drain upon the colony as in the case of the Fortune, but, rather a great help. Following the example of John Alden, Francis Eaton took to himself a wife, thereby adding another to the number of married women among the original company. He wedded the only woman who has been and Women of Plymouth Colony 127 without a name in the history of the Mayflower and of the colony, perhaps the only woman in history who, being mentioned several times, has always been nameless. Of course she had a name and was called by it by her contemporaries, but seek as we may, she is designated only for us as *'Mrs Carver's maid." For Francis Eaton she stayed, when she might have returned with Desire Minter; for him and his baby boy, left motherless, in the first winter, who had been looked after by plain but kind-hearted Eleanor Billington. A passenger by the Anne whom we know, the wealthy widow, Mrs. Alice Southworth, brought her maid — but she was Christian Penn, and she mar- ried Francis Eaton for his third wife in after years, as the second Mrs. Eaton (we are glad to give her a name for once), did not live long. The Anne stayed at Plymouth over a month — a witness of the several marriages which she had brought about, directly and indirectly. Alice Carpenter — the lovely English girl, going with her family into voluntary exile in Leyden, marrying there and afterwards living, a prosperous matron of London, as Alice Southworth, then cross- ing the sea, a widow, to become a bride again, this time of a Colonial governor, living thereafter as Alice Bradford, an adornment of the community about her and a great factor in its peace and prog- ress — weaves one of the bright threads of romance through the story of the women of Plymouth. The governor's marriage to the charming widow was 128 The Women of the Mayflower indeed an important event in the life of the village. Somewhat of a surprise to all but a few, was the announcement of the coming marriage of the Cap- tain to an old friend, who had come out in company with Mrs. Southworth, for the same reason, in an- swer to a proposal of marriage, by letter. Then fol- lowed another wedding, of special interest to all the first comers by the Mayflower and to many of the recent arrivals, that of big John Rowland with little Elizabeth Tilly, as she always seemed to her old friends, though quite grown up now and Hearing seventeen. John Rowland had patiently waited, a* other men. Thus, by the coming of the Anne, bring- ing her own dear daughters, after three years of separation, Mary Brewster was able to smile at the departure of two of her loving daughters of adver- sity, to homes of their own. In this practical and primitive life, no honeymoons could be thought of. Plymouth, itself, then lay within the radius of a quarter of a mile and there was not another civilized habitation in hundreds of leagues, so the only wed- ding journey of these Mayfloiver girls, Priscilla and Elizabeth, was from Elder Brewster's doorway to their own new homes; one down, one up the street. We know that these girls had in addition to the lov- ing interest of Mary Brewster, the affectionate en- couragement of Susanna Winslow and the warm friendship of their girl companions of Leyden and of Plymouth, Fear and Patience Brewster, Mary Chilton and Humility Cooper — priceless wedding gifts — nor lacking was the regard of the governor's and Women of Plymouth Colony 129 wife, a contemporary bride and old friend of Ley- den days. Of these marriages we have not a sketch in the written history of those days, except in the new book brought by the Anne for the colony's records, and the first entries, most appropriately, are these. And that the Fortune might be represented in the weddings of this season, as well as the Mayflower an Anne, the widow, Mrs. Ford, proceeded to take a second husband, in the person of Peter Brown, one of the sturdy and loyal men of the colony, who had come in the Mayflower. The doctor's young wife, Bridget; Richard War- ren's daughters, as well as their mother, and Hester Cooke and Juliana Morton, all arrivals by the Anne, hardly realized at first the sombre background of the life against which these marriages shone out for the first comers. To them it seemed they had arrived in a land of weddings and happiness — though lack of feasting and trousseaux was somewhat evident. Another interested on-looker, is the aunt of Remember and Mary, Isaac AUerton's sister, whom we knew in Leyden as Sarah Priest, but, widowed the first winter after her husband arrived at the new home he was to prepare for her, she nevertheless came to Plymouth with a new hus- band, whom she had recenly married in Leyden, and now she is Sarah Cuthbertson. She brought the little sister of the Allerton children, Sarah, who had been left in her care, but did not give up charge of her. The augmented motion and sounds on Plymouth's 130 The Women of the Mayflower street, under the September sky was apparent. Many women had come; numerous children were there; the men's families were forming new house- holds; strangers getting accustomed to one another and surroundings ; friends renewing old ties — the newcomers feeling a bit lost, nevertheless. The life, such as it had been, for the Mayflower passengers was over. That time, within the three years from their departure on the Speedwell from Delfshaven, to their welcome of the Anne, at Plym- outh, was a thing apart. BENEATH THE PINES OF PLYMOUTH. BENEATH THE PINES OF PLYMOUTH. The Anne, laden with lumber, furs and mail, sailed in September, carrying also an important pas- senger; Susanna Winslow had to spare her husband for a time, while he went to England on the colony's business and his own affairs. However, her cares now were somewhat lessened by the coming in the Anne of a young women, named Mary Becket, to assist in her household labors. Since his other aunt had come, by the Anne, to live in Plymouth, little Samuel Fuller went back to the doctor's house to grow up. Bridget Fuller came with the baby, who was too delicate to make the voyage in the May- flower, now three years old, and the doctor's sunny gentle spirit rejoiced. Following the Anne came a small ship called Little James, which was to remain for the colony's use. It proved of little use and great expense, after all, but it brought other Leyden friends, as well as strangers from England. Thus Plymouth grew, and this autumn saw about a hundred and eighty per- sons instead of the handful who had struggled for life and a home in the wilderness for the past three years. The new plan of individual division of the land with its planting and care proved its wisdom; the crops ripening rapidly, foretold an abundant bar- 134 The Womeyi of the Mayflower vest; the lightening of hearts and the promising outlook caused the governor to proclaim a day of public thanksgiving. It was not after the manner of that of two years previously, as conditions were different, but more in remembrance of the day of supplication held in July. The dreaded visitor fam- ine, was gone, never to return to the firesides of Plymouth — although for some awful hours it seemed possible. On a wintry night, too great a fire on the hearth of one of the new houses, caused that house, and those nearest, to be consumed by flames and to threaten the Common House where their trading supplies and harvest were stored. Well that the Captain had prepared his original company to fight possible fire as well as possible hostile attack, for by those men was that tragedy averted, as, in the excitement and confusion, the majority of the new-comers were more of a hin- drance than help. The women must have felt that if cares and labors were somewhat decreased, respon- sibility and uncertainty were increased through the added numbers to the town. That winter was the gayest Plymouth had ever known. Families had been so lately reunited that the satisfaction and joy of the occasion still caused effervescence of spirits, and, too, there were many more young people who never had to live through the hard and perilous times which the first group experienced. These all had either homes to go to or loving friends to shelter them until homes were built ; no sickness to contend with and plenty to eat. and Women of Plymouth Colony 135 Where the comforts of all the men had depended more or less on a few women, now the hands of many women made all tasks lighter, and there was time for more social intercourse, which though in simplest form was sufficient then for relaxation and pleasure. No wonder happy voices were carried on the winter winds and light footsteps echoed on the street. Neighborliness being ever a characteristic of the Pilgrims, there was a constant exchange of goodwill and kindly attentions between the house- holds. They had not needed Robert Cushman's ad- monition in his discourse to them, before returning in the Fortune, "There is no grief so tedious as a churlish companion and nothing makes sorrows easy more than cheerful associates. Bear ye therefore one another's burdens and be not a burden one to another," but they did not ignore it. We may glance in the houses, on a frosty evening, and see who are sheltered within their cosy bright- ness and warmth. The governor's house has a large and merry party to hold, for he and his wife are entertaining for the winter, her sister, Juliana, with husband, George Morton and all the little Mortons: Patience, Nathaniel, John, Sarah, Ephraim and baby George ; also a regular member of the family, Thom- as Cushman. No wonder Christian Penn was in demand. In the Brewster home, across the way, the Elder and his wife have also lively company, with three sons, the dear daughters, and Mary Chilton and Humility Cooper and Richard More. Thomas 136 The Women of the Mayflower Prence, John Winslow, Philip de la Noye and half a dozen more of the young men drop in of an even- ing, with four attractive girls and charming hostess to welcome them, and even an older man occasional- ly, as when Isaac Allerton brings his daughter over to join in the fun; though he appears only to talk to the Elder he glances at one of the girls, some- times. Patience has her little flax wheel at one side of the room under a candle bracket and the whir of the wheel makes a background for the voices. Thomas Prence is beside her mightily interested in the spinning, as the product is for his sweetheart's hope chest. The Brewster girls have brought a supply of new linens to their mother, from Holland, and indeed all the housekeepers are well supplied with this necessity, but constant usage wears out the best made and so more must be in readiness, therefore spinning is a regular occupation, especially for those with a wedding in mind. Susanna Winslow has company, also, this even- ing, for her brother, the cheerful doctor, and his young wife have been having supper with her and her young brothers-in-law. John has gone over to the Brewster's, but Gilbert, his handsome, rather discontented face lit by the fire, sits near the hearth, smoking, with the doctor and another man, for Sarah Cuthbertson has come in for an evening's gossip with her old friend, Anna, bringing her new husband. The three women have much to talk of — matters both grave and gay — and the new-comers from Leyden are doing most of the chatter, Susanna and Women of Plymouth Colony 137 well pleased to listen, commenting occasionally on the narration of who had married or moved away and such items of interest as would accumulate in three years, with infrequent opportunities of com- munication. John Rowland and his Elizabeth go in the door- way of the Alden 's house for a social call — and find Francis Cooke and his wife, Hester, there, also, and soon after, the Captain and his wife, Barbara, enter, and there is laughter and chat, while the women's fingers ply the knitting needles, for even in recrea- tion moments the women can seldom afford to be wholly idle, Hester is an old Leyden friend to Priscilla and Elizabeth, though not of English birth, while Barbara is a new friend to them all, Hester having made her acquaintance on the sea voyage which brought them both to Plymouth. Francis Cooke had a comfortable house awaiting his wife and children, and Hester, naturally, quite fitted in with the first comers. In the large house of the Hopkins, we see a num- ber of the youngest inhabitants of Plymouth having a very jolly time — Giles and Constance being re- sponsible. Here are Mary and Bartholomew AUer- ton, John and Jane Cooke, Patience Morton and Thomas Cushman, Ann and Sarah Warren, William Palmer and Samuel Jenny, even Jacob Cooke and Damaris Hopkins are admitted, also Mercy Sprague, Samuel Fuller, Resolved White and Sarah Annable, for at these children's parties the early hours kept could not rob even the youngest of much sleep. We 138 The Women of the Mayflower know how many of the future marriages in Plym- outh came from this gay group. Stephen Hopkins and his wife have gone out themselves and we sec them in the home of Richard Warren, whose wife and daughter Mary, having gotten the youngest girls, Elizabeth and Abigail, in bed are glad to wel- come company. Two of their fellow passengers in the Anne are also present, one being Robert Bartlett, whose interest in Mary began on their ocean voyage, which has a very modern sound. The other visitor is Ellen Newton, who came out with these friends, and is soon to marry John Adams, who preceded her in the Fortune. Here is another gathering at the home of John and Sarah Jenny, who, with their three children, arrived on the Little Jeimes, they are of the old Ley- den company; also we see here Stephen Tracy and Triphosa, his French wife and their little girl, Sarah, who has come to have a frolic with her play- mates, Abigail and Sarah, while the parents are ab- sorbed in their ow'n affairs; they are soon joined by William Palmer (who came with his son in the Fortune) and his wife, Frances, a passenger in the Anne. The happy-go-lucky, or unlucky, household of the Billingtons is evidently satisfied with its own family this evening. And to look further we see other homes whose inmates are strangers to us, though not to all of our earlist acquaintances, such as Francis and Anna Sprague, whose little girl, Mercy, is at the Hopkins, this evening; Anthony and Jane Annable, their and Women of Plymouth Colony 139 oldest child we have also seen at the party but Sarah and Hannah are at home; Ralph Wall en and Joyce, his wife, Edward and Rebecca Bangs, with two children romping at home; Robert Hicks with Mar- garet and three children; also Mr. and Mrs. Edward Burcher, Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Flavell and Mr. and Mrs. William Hilton and little boys (all of the latter arrived by the Anne) besides numerous single men of the Fortune, Anne and Little James, who are quite' welcome at the different houses. With so many young men, the girls had numbers to choose from, as each would have been glad for a wife and home of his own. Light refreshments add to the social hour we see, possets and manchets with home-brewed ale, and nuts, or the beverage made of roots, flavored with sassafras, similar to modern root beer, and pop- corn — both the latter Indian additions to their knowledge. The possets and manchets are little cakes, the former sometimes called "sweet shrub" made of flour, sugar and spice, while manchets are flour, made without the spice and baked brown like our cookies. Having thus seen who is who in Plymouth by the lights of the houses, "shining like stars in the dark and mist of the evening," we will observe some pass- ing events, from this time, which were of interest to the women, either for themselves or members of their families or friends. This happy winter passed into their history, and spring coming found the Plymouth people with hearts more in tune to the joy and hope of 140 The Women of the Mayflower its opening buds and bird songs than ever before. On a March day, the first ship of the season from England came into view. If one has ever lived, in modern times, far from native land and many dear friends, as on island possessions, for instance, in civil or military life, with ships coming safely to harbor, the only chance of communication with the outside world, bringing letters, packages of gifts or a friend or two, perchance, with weeks or months of interval between sight of a ship from overseas, one may easily comprehend just how the women of Plymouth felt when a ship was coming in. And though the women did not write or receive letters very often, in those days, yet they heard the contents of those which frequently came to their husbands and could think and talk of the tidings for many a day. The Charity brought Susanna Winslow's husband home to her and to his welcoming friends. His mis- sion had been eminently successful and proved the adage of "If you want a thing done well, do it your- self," for Winslow knowing each need of the colony, brought back the proper supplies for trade with ths Indians or the fishing ships, and adequate selection of clothing for all. Having a wife, he knew what to buy for the women, and what the children needed, besides special commissions in way of books or household comforts as they existed, at that time, elsewhere. The colony was not rich — either as a whole or by individual wealth — but though bearing a heavy debt to the Merchants, they had to live and Women of Plymouth Colony 141 while every effort was being made to reduce the original, and the Merchants were usually willing to add to their obligation, especially since their ex- ports were so marketable. Also some of the families had personal credit in England, even though for several years the results of their trade went to re- duce the common debt, and the only personal gain allowed in Plymouth was from selling the products of their own lands to one another. Corn was legal tender, nothing else was needed or of greater value to them or the natives, until a later date. Therefore the Elder, the Governor, the Captain, could rejoice in more books, the women in the last word of costume detail from London or Leyden suitable to their present situation. We are quite sure that Mary Chilton, Patience Brewster and the other girls, as well as the young brides, were just as particular about the set of a broad brimmed hat, or the ribbons on a velvet hood, as interested in whether white neck- wear had bows or tassels to fasten it, and if silver shoe buckles were engraved or plain, as any woman of today in her up-to-date appearance. In addition to the many personal interests con- nected with Edward Winslow's return, he had pur- chased several head of cattle, and the children watched with greatest curiosity — and some alarm to those who had never seen such creatures — the approach of the small boats from the ship with ropes trailing behind attached to the horns and necks of the cows, swimming valiantly to their new home. Their familiar appearance brought an increased 142 The Women of the Mayflower home feeling to the women. From that day milk was never lacking for beverage, butter, and cheese; goat's milk was no longer their only supply. And of great interest to many was a certain book which Winslow had written and had printed that winter, in London, called "Good News From New England." This publication which threw the pic- ture of themselves and their surroundings sharply before the eyes of many on the screen of public in- telligence, in England, was a factor in their lifo thereafter by its results. Business for the colony was not concluded at the time Winslow wished to return to Plymouth, and, as he brought letters re- questing his further presence, to continue these matters, the governor agreed to his leaving them again, and Susanna could do nothing but consent also. The Charity remained for fishing, throughout the summer, which was crowded with events of moment. In response to appeals from the Pilgrims in Plym- outh to the Merchants in London that their pastor, John Robinson, be sent to them with others of their number from Leyden, the Merchants had made ex- cuses. The Anne brought affectionate letters from Robinson but not his longed-for presence. To their great surprise, therefore, in company with "Winslow, on the Charity, there came a stranger whom the Mer- chants had decided should be the colony's religious head. In vain had "Winslow argued and pleaded for Robinson, knowing what a disappointment this would be. This minister brought his wife and and Women of Plymouth Colony 143 children and at first seemed well disposed toward the Pilgrims, so they accepted what they could not help and allowed him a seat on the Council board — for now there were several assistants to the governor — and requested him to act as associate with their elder, but although he declared himseK a convert to the Separatist church, they did not admit him to the position of their pastor. A more acceptable com- panion on this home-coming of Winslow's was a clever and likable young carpenter, who did them good service. In the early summer, Ellen Newton married John Adams, which was of interest to those who had crossed with her in the Anne, and kindly observed by others. In midsummer, two new comers brought rejoicing and pleasure to many. In the governor's family arrived the baby who received the name of William, which had also been given to his father, grand-father and great-grandfather. Into John and Priscilla Alden's home came Elizabeth, called the first born daughter of the Pilgrims. As one writer has expressed it, "She was destined to outlive every individual then in the colony and to survive the colony itself by twenty-five years." In August, just about a year from the time of the arrival of the Anne, another of her passengers be- came a bride, making the eighth in the colony during the twelve-month. This wedding was of special in- terest, not only because it was the first in a promi- nent family, but because of the popularity of the bride and the groom and the affection and esteem 144 The Women of the Mayflower in which the parents were held. Plymouth rejoiced when Patience Brewster married Thomas Prence, and her mother felt that she then had all that heart could wish for. With tall, affectionate sons and lov- ing daughters, one going to a home of her own, but not away, and, beside her, the handsome lover of her youth as her devoted husband, sharing her feelings on this important day; a home with all comforts then obtainable; among admiring friends as of old, Mary Brewster sighed in happy content. Plymouth had returned to her the pleasures of Scrooby with- out its later uncertainties and trials. And Patience, a reflection of her mother's early fairness and charm, was as radiant a bride as New England's sun ever lighted on a wedding day. Her young husband was to steadily advance in the esteem of the colony and in material position, reaching the important place of governor in a few years. Thus destiny had woven for her life a beautiful pattern, with childhood in Scrooby, girlhood in Leyden, womanhood in Plym- outh, with love and tender care to lighten all her days. A bright particular star in the galaxy of women of Plymouth colony who were not of the May- floiver company, but who found their life's fulfill- ment there. Plymouth society had grown enough to be no longer the one and indivisible association welded to- gether by common experiences and mutual interests, as it was at first. With the advent of those uncon- nected with the original pioneers and their objects, and Women of Plymouth Colony 145 who came as friends of the Merchants or as ad- venturers to a new but firmly established country, caring nothing for its interests, rather hoping to throw over what the first comers had won by their courage and faith (of firm government and laws, freedom of conscience and liberality for those of differing views, and united labor for prosperity and peace) came a change; a division was felt between the group with the anarchist spirit and that com- prising the original element. Regretting this, but forced to acknowledge it by definite unpleasantness between them, the first families began to live within their own circle as much as possible. Stirring scenes took place, as autumn began, and the women had much to discuss. The governor was forced to make the issue and in upholding law and order to dismiss certain members of the community, though their families were allowed to stay and were cared for until new homes could be procured elsewhere. Chief among these disturbers of Plymouth's peace were a group who had come in the Anne, under leadership of one, John Oldham, and the hypocritical minister, Lyford, who was a sad disappointment to these charitably inclined people. The recital of this expe- rience has been given in many of the writings which concern the men of Plymouth — the * ' Pilgrim Fathers," so often mentioned. The element of un- rest being removed, other persons, not harmful but formerly indifferent only, became loyal supporters of the commonwealth ; so calmness again settled over Plymouth when the first snow flakes draped the 146 The Women of the Mayflower rugged pines, standing as sentinels or guardians for this little world, between the wilderness and the sea. The winter was much like the one preceding it, with two new young housekeepers and the prospect of other brides. Susanna Winslow was again with- out her husband, and Gilbert had decided to revisit his old home — accompanying his brother to Eng- land, never to return. Matchmakers would gladly have mated him with one of the colony's belles. One wonders, even at this distant day, why this eligible young bachelor did not marry, what woman touched his heart? Pity he had not asked Desire to stay; perhaps it was she that was the something Plymouth lacked for him; or did he admire Mary Chilton's graces of mind and person, yet leave her for his brother John's happiness? Fancies play around a possible answer to this passing question among the many love stories that we know in Plymouth, which culminated for the principals, as fairy tales, in subse- quent happiness. Grey days and golden passed over Pljinouth, each one finding the women busy with the successive round of household duties and industries, not ended with the sunset gun as the men's labors might be. Let us look at a list of occupations which kept them from idleness in each season of the year: candle- making, pickling eggs, preserve and cordial making, distilling of herbs, ale or beer making, manufacture of soap, laundrying, dying cloths and yarns, braid- ing mats of rushes, sweeping and sanding floors, cleaning wooden and iron utensils, scouring and and Women of Plymouth Colony 147 polishing pewter, brass and silver articles, pounding corn, butter and cheese making, cooking, weaving, spinning, sewing, drying wet shoes by placing hot oats in them, or clothes — storm soaked — by blaz- ing logs on the hearth (for umbrellas and overshoes were then unknown) and teaching the boys and girls. It was not until a later day that there were schools for the children, and as it had been in Eng- land, .so in their new home, their learning was ob- tained from their elders. Some had brought what books they could; nearly all brought Bibles in sev- eral languages, Psalm-books and Catechisms, and before long, the almanacs proved a most useful factor in home education. Moments of recreation and rest were evidently somewhat rare, but no less enjoyable, lighter occu- pations serving the purpose at home or when visit- ing. Can we not see them on many a winter evening by the firelight of blazing cedar logs and candle glow from the dips made in the autumn, with the fine em- broidery and knitting in which the women of their day and training took such pride; or placing the stitches in the samplers which were to take the place of pictures on the bare walls, also making designs in colored threads upon the sets of curtains for beds or windows ; meanwhile talking together of past days in their old homes — of the friends left there whom they were hopefully expecting to join them, showing keepsakes and telling their personal value to amuse one another. Doubtless their greatest peace and pleasure came 148 The Women of the Mayflower from singing songs as they had done in Pastor Rob- inson's house, looking out on the beautiful old garden in Leyden. The book from which they sang has been described in the poem we all know : "The well-worn psalm book of Ainsworth Printed in Amsterdam, the words and music to- gether, Rough-hewn, angular notes, like stones in the wall of a church-yard Darkened and overhung by the running vine of the verses. ' ' Such was the book, the delight of the Pilgrim women, for in that country of few books, not onl}'' did its pages afford their only music, but the anno- tations formed both a dictionary and encyclopedia of useful knowledge; things temporal and things spiritual were explained, scientific, historical and religious information was dispensed therein. Truly a library in a single volume. Spring again, and the day of Edward Winslow's return found the town in excitement and the women decidedly disturbed. John Oldham had come sud- denly amongst them, for no other purpose than to revile and insult the authorities. They had im- prisoned him and were later getting rid of him in a chastened mood, when Winslow and the captain of the ship, which had brought him unnoticed into the harbor, walked up the street. John Oldham sur- prised them yet again, at a later day, but then re- turned to make amends and apologies, and to offer services, which the authorities were able to accept. And this man, with the upsetting propensities, met and Women of Plymouth Colony 149 a violent death at the hands of Indians in Massachu- setts bay — his boat was rescued and his death avenged by Captain John Gallup, Senior, of Boston. This event has been called the first naval engagement of American history, and in it were the seeds of the Pequot war. As John Oldham's boat put out from the harbor, and the boats from the Jacob landed the colony's supplies and Winslow's belongings, the unpleasant- ness was soon forgotten in welcoming him and the popular captain, William Pierce, now an old friend, by his frequent visits to Plymouth with various ships. One special parcel Edward Winslow de- livered with care to the governor's wife. It was a gift to her of a package of spices from her old friend, Robert Cushman, in London. The bountiful summer was enjoyed in ''peace and health and contented minds." We may think of the women in their gardens tending lovingly the plants grown from seeds carefully brought from other gardens, far away, where memories must have been tended as well as flowers. Those who would, might join the children and dogs in walks on the sea shore and in the woods, bringing to their homes decorations in the form of flowers and shells. One writer has said, "The first ornaments of the houses were probably the periwinkle shells, their memory deserves to be cherished like the arbutus flower among the things that awaken Pilgrim memories." The first quickly built dwellings were now solidi- fied into comfortable houses, various rooms being 150 The Women of the Mayflower added from time to time, with furniture colony-made or imported; the ground plots around them were kept attractively, some of them being washed by the bubbling waters of Town Brook, as it flowed past, and most of them enclosed with palings or wooden walls, against which fruit trees and vines were trained, as in kitchen gardens of the old country. Sometimes at day's close, it was possible to watch or partake in the old English game of stool-ball, a distant cousin of croquet. An evening in late summer beautifies the land- scape with its serene light. Through the garden be- hind the house, Mary Brewster walks with her daughters. They come toward the brook and pause to enjoy their surroundings. From the woodland across the stream the purple and golden flowers of the season bend toward them in the lightest of airs; the robins fly from bush to tree, preparing to rest. We seem to feel with them the remembrance of another scene of a summer evening long passed, when these three walked down through the grounds of Scrooby Manor to Ryton Stream to say farewell. But Town Brook does not see the same expression of sadness and uncertainty among them as Ryton saw; the long shafts of illuminating light reveal countenances where only satisfaction and tranquility dwell. The kitchen at the Winslow's presents a lively scene this autumn morning. The Mistress and Mary Becket are in the depths of preparations for a feast and Women of Plymouth Colony 151 and not an ordinary one. Susanna is registering great cheerfulness and Mary decided efficiency. Two important causes may be found both for the' feast and good spirits. First, the master of the house returned yesterday from a somewhat hazardous but extremely successful trading trip far up the coast. The principal men of the old set were with him, so several other wives were also rejoicing at the re- turn. . The great quantity of beaver would make who would, a fur coat for the coming winter, like those the Indian women wore so comfortably. And as for Mary — why George Soule had told her last evening that she was the only woman for him, and indeed she would not be as long making up her mind on that subject as Mary Chilton had been in making up hers on a like matter. All of which shows that an elaborate cooking program was a small matter this morning. And the feast? Why, it is to be a supper party in compliment to Mary Chilton and John Winslow who have recently become engaged. The date hinged on Edward Winslow 's return, but it had been thoroughly planned when he left. George Soule had been shooting one day and brought home a number of plump birds and a pair of wild turkeys. These two are not the sole occupants of the kitch- en, for others come and go. George Soule keeps up the noble fire by adding great oak sticks to the andirons in the mammoth fire-place and adjusting the multitude of hooks and chains and cooking uten- sils as they are needed. From the crane, big iron kettles exhale delicious odors, while numerous 152 The Women of the Mayflower skillets hold different important positions, the con- tents of each cooking at its appointed degree of heat, while on the high mantle shelf above, the hour glass is watched and turned. As the great oven door is opened, what fragrance! Simmels, buns, biscuits and pastry and what besides! Enter an Indian with a bag of oysters specially ordered, since none are in Plymouth waters ; they are to be baked in individual scallop shells, in the old, yet familiar way, with breadcrumbs and butter. Mrs. Hopkins comes with the kindly object of showing just how she manufactures on rare occasions her wonderful dish called "Hennes in Brette." The hens must be scalded and cut in pieces, fried lightly with pork, spice and crumbs, basted with ale, and colored gold with saffron. The turkeys are stuffed with beechnuts and will be roasted on the spit. A plum pudding is bubbling in one of the kettles, and dumplings of flour in another, to garnish the chicken dish ; pumpkin pies are made and standing aside, so too, loaves of brown and white bread. Vegetables await their turn — samp, onions, parsnips, turnips, peas; the succo- tash is mixed, composed of corn, beans and meat. A ham is boiling, likewise clam chowder. Mary pulls a pan out of the oven — the nokake is done to a turn! Edward and John "Winslow have thoughtfully been asked for dinner by Mrs. Bradford — there could hardly be much chance for them at home, this day. Afternoon comes on apace and there is much for the last part for Susanna and the last moments and Women of Plymouth Colony 153 for Mary and Hobomok's wife, who will help in the evening. The leg of mutton, rarest treat, with cucumber sauce, or couch, for the mutton to rest on is certainly perfection; the cucumbers, sliced and parboiled have drained, then butter fried, now, with condiments, onion, mutton gravy and lemon juice they are simmering gently, occasionally tossed about. A poloc, or stew of small birds, smothered with rice, onion and herbs, adds another to the won- derful combination of fragrance. And now come the partridges — a broth of boiled marrow bones, strained and put in an earthen dish with wine and spices is the delectable fluid in which they are cooked, the birds having been stuffed with whole peppers and marrow. Salad, cranberry tarts, grape jelly, pudding with strawberry sauce, and a marve- lous suflflet, rich, frothing and crisp, (a pound roll of butter enlarged to half a dozen times its original size, from being turned on a long rod resting on the fire hooks, continuously dredged with flour and eaten as soon as possible.) Late in the day, Mrs. Warren comes in to direct the making of her special dish, another of the rarities, called cheese cake ; boiled milk with beaten eggs has been cooling and curdling since last evening, it is now strained and to it added but- ter, mace, rose-water and wine, currants and syrup. Pastry forms are waiting to hold this combination for a few seconds in the oven. Elderblow wino (made by the old French receipt the women had learned on the Continent, of sugar, fruit, blossoms and yeast), cider, spiced ale and some of the excel- 154 The Women of the Mayflower lent wine which Edward Winslow brought on his return from England, are to help digest this marve- lous menu — and of great interest are the first ap- ples from the Winslow 's new orchard, likewise honey from Plymouth bees, a recent industry. Truly a feast — yet when it was ready, Susanna met her guests with smiles, and renewed the admira- tion in the heart of her prospective young sister-in- law. Those who partook of this supper and lived to tell the tale were the old friends, of course, for Mary Chilton was ever a favorite and one of the Mayflower girls, so none of that list could be omitted, (Cap- tain Standish on a mission in England, was missed), and now that there was so large a younger set com- ing on to take the place of those who had married, many of them must be invited, besides the recent brides and bridegrooms, themselves, and one or two of John Winslow 's joyous and special friends of the Fortune who might still be fancy free, but could not be omitted on that account. That this invigorating occasion was a success there is no doubt, and marked a crest of the life of those first five years of the Pilgrims in Plymouth. Days go on, no matter how bright, they may not be held. In a few years, changes — as ever. We may look at a scene on another crisp autumn morning. It is Sunday and there is stillness in the town. Suddenly the drum rolls and people come from their houses to assemble for the morning wor- ship in the fort. The guard has formed in front of and Women of Plymouth Colony 155 the house of Captain Standish. Led by a sergeant, in rows of three abreast, followed by the Governor, the Elder, and the Captain, all wearing cloaks and carrying arms, they march silently up the hill. The rest of the population who may be going to the serv- ice this morning are ready to proceed also, for, un- like the severity of the rule from which these people fled, church attendance was expected but not com- pulsory. There are extra colors and numbers this morning. The town is entertaining a distinguished guest whose visit is to mark that tide in their affairs which, owing to their readiness to take at the flood, is to lead them on to fortune. Plymouth frequently entertains strangers, but this rotund, handsomely dressed gentleman, with the sharp eyes seeing all about him, with his several retainers and trumpeters, who walk on each side of him, though no notes are sounded this morning, is of more importance than any whom Plymouth has received. He represents the first foreign mission for commercial and personal benefits, and is the Secretary of the Dutch colony, five hundred miles to the southward, Isaac de Easieres. The intercourse already satisfactorily begun by negotiations culminating in this visit, was to be of mutual benefit for many years. The boat from Man- hattan became a regularly welcomed bearer to Plymouth women of bright materials for clothes, sugar and other necessaries — in time quite the rival of a boat from England — the payment for these was by home grown tobacco, therefore nearly 156 The Women of the Mayflower as interesting a crop as corn. Even the latter was to be replaced by something else as a medium of ex- change through the visit of Monsieur de Rasieres. Wampum, familiar word to us, but strange to Plym- outh people, was to make an important and perma- nent appearance, and to prove that shells on the shore were as a gold mine at the feet of the Pil- grims. The ceremonious assent to the fort is accom- plished, the congregation taking their places — the women on one side of the room, the men on the other, according to custom. To the visitor all is strange, new and interesting. "We rejoice in the days he spent in Plymouth, for the advantage which came to the Pilgrims and for the legacy which came to us in the form of his written accounts of his visit. As William Davidson, experienced statesman and courtier, in a long ago visit to Scrooby, opened a door of destiny through which it was appointed that William Brewster was to lead this people into a new world of liberty, so by this visit of Isaac de Rasieres, travelled man of the world, to Plymouth, another way was opened by which they were to reach, also prosperity and prominence. The portraits of these two men should hang as companion medallions in the hall of Pilgrim memory, as doubtless they did in the mind of William Brewster, himself having as much worldly experience as either, with the personal at- tractions of each; loved friend of one, respected acquaintance of the other. and Women of Plymouth Colony 157 At this time, the rather difficult role of step-moth- er was being played in three of the households. We know the families quite well, and are particularly interested in the women. The eldest in the position is Elizabeth Hopkins. If the part did not come easily to Stephen Hopkins' second wife, the respon- sibilities of it are now lessened, since Constance has recently added to the list of Mayflower brides by marrying Nicholas Snow and going to a home of her own. An impression seemed to prevail that Mistress Hopkins was rather jealous of her predecessor's son, Giles, on account of her own son, Caleb, yet it is through Giles only, that the name has been carried down to the present. Her four girls, Damaris, De- borah, Ruth and Elizabeth, made a lively home for any brother. Oceanus, born on the Mayflower, did not live beyond babyhood. The women of that day were just as human as of this, and amid all her fine qualities, if there was a little flaw, it no doubt came of her very fondness for her husband. Across the street, in the governor's house, Alice Bradford has three boys to share the love and inter- est with her own, and the devotion of four. We have already seen one of them, Thomas Cushman, left by his father with Governor Bradford, until he should return to live in Plymouth — but Myles Standish, returning from his mission to England, had brought with other regretful tidings, the knowledge that Robert Cushman would not come again. Another fatherless boy, whom we have had but a glimpse of, is Nathaniel Morton, nephew to Alice Bradford. 158 The Women of the Mayflower George Morton lived but a short time as resident of Plymouth, leaving his wife and family alone in the new house, but the governor took Nathaniel to bring up as a son, and Juliana Carpenter Morton married again. The third boy is also fatherless in actual sense ; he has recently come to Plymouth, but to the most loving mother and affectionate step-father boy could desire, for this is Constant Southworth come from London to his new home in the governor's house in Plymouth, as his mother had done, whom he strongly resembles in looks. And the fourth boy? He is not fatherless, but has only lately come to re- new both the acquaintance and affection of his pa- rent, being John Bradford, from Amsterdam, young- est of the quartette, and seeing him we are reminded of his girl mother, the governor's first wife. This group is soon to be added to by Thomas Southworth, whom his mother is expecting from England. We can imagine these boys having a pretty good time in the loving home of the Bradfords, and among them grew up the three babies, half brothers and half sister to John Bradford and the Southworth boys — only one girl to amuse and tease them through the years of childhood, the governor's daughter, Mercy. Although step-mother to but one, the part had no chance for prominence with Alice Bradford, in being at the same time aunt to one, friend to another and mother to five. Perhaps it was because of this masculine element at home, that Mistress Bradford was known for her special inter- est in the young girls of the colony — daughters of and Women of Plymouth Colony 159 her neighbors and playmates of her Mercy, such advantages and accomplishments as she had, she taught them. No wonder she welcomed her hus- band's suggestion of having her youngest sister, Priseilla Carpenter, come from England to make her home with them. Another woman, of the style and character of Alice Bradford, the third and youngest step-mother, making such a success in her position as to prove her the good angel of the family into which she came, is Fear Brewster — now Mrs. Isaac Allerton. She already had the love of Bartholomew, Remember and Mary — quite grown out of childhood, but they must have been as surprised as the rest of the so- ciety of Plymouth that their father could win her for his wife, as he was so much older than she and always seeming rather preoccupied and self-satis- fied. It speaks well for him that such was the case and that her attachment and loyalty never wavered through the brief years of her married life — and that it was a shield to him from public criticism or censure is well known. This not only places her before us against a background of esteem for her- self, but in a reflection of the high regard and af- fection in which her father was held. Before matri- monial trials confronted her daughter, Mary Brew- ster, loved and loving, finished her pilgrimage ; the lack of her presence affected many lives, her absence was an abiding sorrow. Love of wealth seems sud- denly to have overtaken Isaac Allerton which made everything else of small importance. The pursuit 160 The Woyncn of the Mayflower of it took him constantly and for long periods away from home, so his wife had little of his company. His talents were of use to the colony, at times, in England, but he seemed to really care very little for his old friends. Nevertheless, it was he who completed the arrangements which closed the con- nection between the original settlers of Plymouth and the Merchant Adventurers in London. Plym- outh, thereby, paid all its indebtedness for assistance given and went its way alone. He also procure