The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1914-03-19

Il am the best judge Of that" said
Marshall quietly. BY your leave l
will 20 forward.
And pushing past me, without more
ado he entered the camp.
BY this time NewlNrt's two ships
were reladen for the homeward pass
age. The pinnace was to remain
with us--which brought Us to q ine
state Of mutiny and disorder, az l
shall presently have occasion 70 re-
late--but the Susan Constant and the
Goodspeed. having taken the bulk OF
their cargo. we're anchored \ hundred
yards on the shore. there to await
the return Of Newport. Now that the
ships rode deep again, our captains
put every man who could dig or chop
1t work clearing the land for gardens.
In particular were We seeking TO
get our corn ground dug over and
planted. . burdensome toll, since 1t
must all be done by hand. Not with
| out grumbling was this work pushed
forward. for Wingneld had his friends
lon whom discipline rested lightly
enough. foSsooth, whilst those Of US
who found no favor In the sight OF
that sleek merchant were weighted
down with double share Of toll. In
deed. doubt II ever such . small
company Of men was 20 riddled with
the rottenness OF favoritism as ours.
Added to this the summers heat
WAS making itself felt, and the in
spiration we had all experienced dur
| Ing the nrst days ashore had worn
away: We were knowing only the drag
Iof our unaocustomed labor. With
this the situation. II was no wonder
the sullen campfire talk versed rapid
I1y toward mutiny. Some were heard
TO say openly that we would fare bet
ter living with the savages themselves
than at James Town with these slug
gard masters of ours; which was
sorry talk for Englishmen, but show
ID the temper Of good part Of our
company.
John Smith had been gone toward
the South Sea . matter OF some ten
days when thing CHANGED that show
Cd how we had stood In need Of .
wiser rule than Wingfeld's. l was ut
work In the cornneld with thirty or
forty OF our people; some were dig
ging stumps. others were preparing the
ground for seed, and still others plant
ing. At my side was George Cassen.
Z very good kind Of fellow, and
friend of Smiths. We had been chop
ping away In silence for some little
while, but ct length Cassen paused,
his face streaming with sweat, and
glanced about him.
lord. FArrAday, we have wrought
10 pretty havoc here!" said he.
He spoke true. for where 20 late q
wilderness Of goodly trees had been,
there va naught now but blackened
stumpe: while on the wooded bonn.
dax1os Of our little field was the
|heapod-up Hitter u branches which We
had dNggod thither. We had pauDed
&C the tar side Of the field and close
within the cool margin OF the wood:
already our nrst planting Of corn was
pushing up from the rich earth. 90
that the eye might follow the nodding
green rows to the very edge Of Cap
tain Kendall's famous defence and
our cluster Of tents, which were here
ana there overtopped by 2 house Of
logs, some 20 far advanced that men
were ct work roonng them with the
thatch. Beyond was the forest growth
again, which extended down to the
river; through its openings / caught
gllmpses OF the hulls and spars OF
Newp0rt's ships, and the distant blue
Of the southern shore.
Cassen's glance followed mine, he
nodded toward the ships.
They win soon be returning to
England" said he.
But made, no answer TO this.
knew IL only too well. for what would
not have given TO know that
might sail on the Susan Constant.
II tell you this, Farraday. our pres
ident would fain have Captain Smith
sail with Newport: the CAPTAINS .
bed dream to the worthy merchant.
I doubt not he fears Smith win end
By Sitting his throat for him!"
I glanced toward Cassen, rather
pushed by his speech.
How do you know what Wingfeld
wants or fears?" ! asked.
Look you here, Farraday, they are
going to send Smith back to England
By fair means or foul---'tis al one.
Wingneld II in such fear Of him that
ho cannot speak his name even with
out going white with his terror"
"Of that know something" said.
"The whole Council II against him,
saving only Captain 0osnold. Ken
dali dies into fury II one but men.
tione his name In his hearing; he
calls him q Gascon and q beggar--it
passes all, the names he finds for him:
no says no ID liar who has had
dreams Of adventure and believes
them true"
"Of that know. too" I said again.
And when John Smith hears of their
free speech, doubt not he win lay
Master Kendall and some others BY
the heels"
But I did not know that Christian
soldier: for later when the lives of
his most inveterato detractors were
Ut his mercy. he spared them with .
true charity at which I can only mar
vel, for his surface temper was some.
what hAsty and choleric.
Yesterday Wingfleld had me In
his tent--yOu never saw such conde-
scension. Farraday; He patted me on
the back and called me Thomas---my
name 10 George. but no matter. 1t was
the spirit Of the thing-and then he
would have Il that drink with him
q glass Of right Canary.
And what them, I asked.
why. he put to me some questions
about you, Farraday."
About me-" and ! was nightly as
tonished
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GIRL FORGER, AGED Is,
IS SOUGHT BY POLICE