I'll go with you to the ends of the earth.

Your God shall be my God, and where you are buried there will I be also." Silent in the ecstasy of joyful surprise, the Familist pressed her to his bosom.

Passaconaway, who had hitherto been an unmoved spectator of the scene, relaxed the Indian gravity of his features, and murmured, in an undertone, "Good, good." "Will my brother go ?" he inquired, touching Martin's shoulder; "my squaws have fine mat, big wigwam, soft samp, for his young woman." "Mary," said Martin, "the sachem is impatient; and we must needs go with him." Mary did not answer, but her head was reclined upon his bosom, and the Familist knew that she resigned herself wholly to his direction.
He folded the shawl more carefully around her, and supported her down the precipitous and ragged bank of the river, followed closely by Passaconaway and his companions.
"Come back, Mary Edmands!" shouted Mr.Ward.

"In God's name come back." Half a dozen canoes shot out into the clear moonlight from the shadow of the shore.

"It is too late!" said the minister, as he struggled down to the water's edge.