What! what!" he said, looking over to the eager group of girls and boys, "ye would go ashore, would ye?
Why, the lions and bears will make one mouthful of ye." "I'm not afraid of lions," said young Wrestling Brewster in an aside to little Love Winslow, a golden-haired, pale-cheeked child, of a tender and spiritual beauty of face.

"I'd like to meet a lion," he added, "and serve him as Samson did.

I'd get honey out of him, I promise." "Oh, there you are, young Master Boastful!" said old Margery.

"Mind the old saying, 'Brag is a good dog, but holdfast is better.'" "Dear husband," said Rose Standish, "wilt thou go ashore in this company ?" "Why, aye, sweetheart, what else am I come for--and who should go if not I ?" "Thou art so very venturesome, Miles." "Even so, my Rose of the wilderness.

Why else am I come on this quest?
Not being good enough to be in your church nor one of the saints, I come for an arm of flesh to them, and so, here goes on my armor." And as he spoke, he buried his frank, good-natured countenance in an iron headpiece, and Rose hastened to help him adjust his corselet.
The clang of armor, the bustle and motion of men and children, the barking of dogs, and the cheery Heave-o! of the sailors marked the setting off of the party which comprised some of the gravest, and wisest, as well as the youngest and most able-bodied of the ship's' company.