The Washington times., 1895-03-24
Plymouth 1894.
BY WILLIAM ALBERT LzwIs.

1t was New Years in Plymouth. A
vellumIike carpet of snow embarked the
brambles. Protruding rocks looked like
angular figures in a woven pattern.
Within the clearing, where the few rude
structures sent upward tiny threads of
smoke from between unfashioned logs,
no evidences OF life No human being
was abroad. 1t was sunset The in
significant huts aocentuated the falling
voice of the years natal day, and the frost
framed sun blinked behind a mackerel
sky, as ii sleepy at the Incidence of life
zealously adopted in the cause of liberty
for conscience.
Up from the unshapen shore, whereon
battered and high-tossed fioes of salty
ice attested the oceans spent anger,
walked n man and a woman. Filling
the voidness OF desoIation so prominently,
and possessing that unmindful concern
belonging to those sure they are unob-
served, John Winthrop plainly laid his
hearts desires before Patience Sands.
Their hearts beat rapidly beneath wraps
of patched and faded wooden. He bore
his gun a little careless, so intent was
he Oh holding Patience's hand, while he
told her what was in his soul to say.
Patience listened, for John Winthrop
spake Well and OF account. AS the vaciIlat-
Ing rays of the setting sun iilumined the
dainty Eerchlef about her neck, her warm
hand rested confidently In the blood-heated
palm OF him who asked that he might keep
il his forever. Then Patience Sands looked
up and smiled and John Winthrop looked
m bar foo nd bar oil
eyes; and his heart said the smile she gave
was honest
From out the dense wood which arched
above the crusting snow stepped a we'll
muffled red man. Across his back swung
the long bow, and beneath it the we'll
filled culver. His brow was dark, his lips
SET his gait slow and ob1ectless.
This was Wambago, tribe chief
The Indian was hungry. He had Just
come from his traps They were empty.
He glanced up into the lofty branches.
They were gameless and leafless. He
looked out upon the sounding tide. Ii was
blue and dlscomiorting. He looked down
at his worn moccasins. He swung his
sinewy arms to warm his hands; and their
bangles ofbeasts' teeth ratified.
You can hear so plainly when snow is
OH the ground. 1t makes a sounding board of
silence.
Jonn and Patience heard the rattling
of Wambagos bracelets. They beheld
him striding toward them. Pat ience
shrank more closely under Johns cape, and
wh spered:
Mercy, John! The chiefl'
Wambago heard tie VIII sper, raised his
eyes, and beheld tie approaching Puri-
tans.
Directly toward each other strobe John
and the red man. 1t was the formality
of friendship.
They -cIaSnad hands
My greeting, Wambago."
white face, good. My friend. Cold.
Hungry. Long way to wigwam. Bye"
With thump on his breast and sweep
of has arm to Patience tie brave passed on.
John and Mary stood closely together,
watching the Looping pace of the feathered
and painted red man, as he glided over
the crustnd snow toward the camp of his
people, miles to the north.
Then they turned aud looked out upon
the sea.
Follow ing the tran northward, Wambago
heard twg snap Turning his head
quickly he beheid the crouchng figure of
one OF his braves in the act of drawing a
bow over rock.
II was Wanneto. his nephew
Before the string could be drawn, CWan-
neto was a faultless marksmanJ his uncle
exclaimed:
stop! What do you?"
i he pdle-ldCe anu Ibc BlIi w dhlelO
kill"
Il Forbid said wambago, closing up to
Wanneto See. their backs are turned. "
But his father killed my father with his
gun, and my father was asleepl'
BE brave, Wanneto, like your father.
You should not kill the young white
man"
why, Wambago?"
1.-The womanl For her sake! Our people
protect women, Wanneto. II is my law"
Meanw hile rash, moons iderate David
Tewksbury, from his WINDOW saw Wanneto
taking aim behind the rock at John and
Patience He seized MS gun from above
the hearth He ran hack TO the window.
The two Indians were converSing. Wanneto
still held the bow in his hand David took
aim and fired.
Wanneto fell dead.
The shot attracted John and Patience
She dropped upon the ground from fright.
John turned and saw Wambago with his
nephew's bow in his hand. John fired.
Wambago fell dead.
David emerged irom his house. He and
John shook hands and Patience cIambered
to her feet and told them how brave they
were
The sun set.
All Plmouth gathered about David's
hearth to hear how be and John yanquished
the savages and saEsu Patience.