Stories of Indian chieftains . the dim -woods rangTo the anthem of the free! The ocean eagle soard From his nest by the white waves foam;And the rocking pines of the forest roard— This was their welcome home! There were men with hoary hair Amidst that pilgrim band;—Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhoods land? There was womans fearless eye, Lit by her deep loves truth;There was manhoods brow serenely high; And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar?— Bright jewels of the mine?The wealth of seas, the spoils of war?— They sought a faiths pure shrine! Ay, call
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Stories of Indian chieftains . the dim -woods rangTo the anthem of the free! The ocean eagle soard From his nest by the white waves foam;And the rocking pines of the forest roard— This was their welcome home! There were men with hoary hair Amidst that pilgrim band;—Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhoods land? There was womans fearless eye, Lit by her deep loves truth;There was manhoods brow serenely high; And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar?— Bright jewels of the mine?The wealth of seas, the spoils of war?— They sought a faiths pure shrine! Ay, call it holy ground. The soil where first they trod. They have left unstaind what there they found— Freedom to worship God. —Mrs. Hemans. 38 Stories of Indian CIveftaii ins. These brave people built their homes closetogether, and named the little village Plymouth.They were not received by the natives ver)kindly, for it was near this place that a Spanishcaptain had carried off several Indians as slavesa few years before.. On a pleasant March morning, in 1621, Sam-o-set entered the village. The Pilgrims seizedtheir muskets, but Sam-o-set went fearlessly for-ward, and surprised them by calling out, Wel-come, Englishmen ! Welcome ! Sam-0-set and Squan-tum, 39 The Pilgrims were delighted to find an Indianwho could talk English, for they wished to knowsomething of their neighbors. Sam-o-set told them that the land aroundPlymouth belonged to no one; that a terribleplague had desolated the coast four years be-fore, and none of the tribe remained. He alsotold them that some of the Indians living onCape Cod were very hostile to all white people, because some of their people had been kidnappedand sold into slavery. Sam o-set was then shown through the village.He met Governor Carver, and the fiery littlecaptain of the colony, Miles Standish, and ElderBrewster, and John Alden. Their houses werevejy interesting to him, with their windows ofoiled paper, and their great open fireplaces,