"Why, here is a salute of ordnance! Old Deb is in the spirit of the thing and opens out like a cannon.

The old girl is spoiling for a chase in those woods." "Father, may I go ashore?
I want to see the country," said Wrestling Brewster, a bright, sturdy boy, creeping up to Elder Brewster and touching his father's elbow.
Thereat there was a crying to the different mothers of girls and boys tired of being cooped up,--"Oh, mother, mother, ask that we may all go ashore." "For my part," said old Margery the serving-maid to Elder Brewster, "I want to go ashore to wash and be decent, for there isn't a soul of us hath anything fit for Christians.

There be springs of water, I trow." "Never doubt it, my woman," said Elder Brewster; "but all things in their order.

How say you, Mr.Carver?
You are our governor.

What order shall we take ?" "We must have up the shallop," said Carver, "and send a picked company to see what entertainment there may be for us on shore." "And I counsel that all go well armed," quoth Captain Miles Standish, "for these men of the forest are sharper than a thorn-hedge.