Thus John Endicott was a man of multifarious business, and had no time to look back regretfully to his native land.

He felt himself fit for the new world, and for the work that he had to do, and set himself resolutely to accomplish it.
What a contrast, my dear children, between this bold, rough, active man, and the gentle Lady Arbella, who was fading away, like a pale English flower, in the shadow of the forest! And now the great chair was often empty, because Lady Arbella grew too weak to arise from bed.
Meantime, her husband had pitched upon a spot for their new home.

He returned from Boston to Salem, travelling through the woods on foot, and leaning on his pilgrim's staff.

His heart yearned within him; for he was eager to tell his wife of the new home which he had chosen.

But when he beheld her pale and hollow cheek, and found how her strength was wasted, he must have known that her appointed home was in a better land.