The Landing of the Pilgrims

Chapter 2

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Nay--but the ship is sprung at every seam; 'tis nothing but good fortune that has kept it afloat so long.

CARVER

The seams sprung?

JONES

Aye--all of them.

CARVER

Then our stores are in danger of being ruined.

JONES

Aye, they are even now in such danger they should be unshipped.

CARVER

Then we must do it--set your crew to the work at once.

JONES

The crew has more than it can do to repair the ship and make it ready to sail on to Virginia, since you insist on going on.

CARVER

Then I'll set our company to work on the stores--we must not let them be ruined.

JONES

Nay, or you'll all face starvation, for you can count on nothing from the land at this late date.

CARVER

I'll gather the company together at once and set them to work!

JONES

Aye, do, Master Carver.

CARVER

We must unship the stores; [_going_] we'll begin at once. [_sound of door opening_]

JONES [_to himself_]

Mayhap your company will have something to say to that, Master Carver.

ANNOUNCER

So Carver gathered together his company in the common cabin, and standing before the stern-faced, storm-weary gathering, the Elder spoke:

CARVER

Men of the Pilgrim company, as no doubt you are all well aware by now, the land we made this morning with such joy and thanksgiving in our hearts is not the land of the Virginia Plantation.

ALL

Aye, we know as much! So we have heard. [_etc._]

CARVER

But our ship is sore distressed from the buffeting of the storms, and Captain Jones must needs make repairs before we can sail on to our destination. [_protests and grumblings_]

I would it were not so, for I know how weary you find yourselves after the many days upon the sea. But there's naught else to do.

PETER [_calling_]

Why can't we land here? [_mob assents_]

CARVER

Nay, nay, it cannot be. This is not Virginia; we have no patent to these lands. We must sail on. The captain and his crew will make their repairs as soon as they can, but our stores in the hold are all of them in danger of spoiling--so we must needs unship them ourselves until such time as we may sail away from here. So let every man prepare himself for work.

PETER

Master Carver--we are not able to work. [_mob assents_]

CARVER

I know, but--

PETER

And more--'tis not our wish to stay aboard this ship longer--[_mob assents_]

CARVER

But we can do naught else--

PETER

Aye, we kin land here, and find a goodly place to build our homes and prepare against the winter that will be down upon us long before we kin get to Virginia. [_mob agrees heartily_]

CARVER

Men--men--quiet--hark to me! We've no right under our charter to settle here!

PETER

Then tear up the charter. [_mob agrees_]

CARVER

Tear up the charter? Have no government? Nay, we can't do that!

PETER

We be freemen, Master Carver; we have a right to a voice in what we'll do, and what we won't do--and we all want to land here, don't we, men? [_all agree_]

CARVER

But if we make our home here, we are outside the King's rule.

PETER

We'll rule ourselves--we be free-born Englishmen! [_all agree_]

CARVER

Mayhap--if that is your wish--

ALL

It is!

Aye, aye! [_etc._]

CARVER

It may be for the best interest of the company and for the glory of Jehovah. I consent to your wishes. [_cheers_] But it behooves us to enter into a compact, one with the other--that no man may say, once we have landed in New England, that we have no law and cannot punish the disobedient.

PETER

May it please ye, sir, we be more than willing for the masters to write a compact that all can sign to be governed like any free-born Englishmen by the will o' the majority--[_all agree_]

CARVER

So be it--let the masters of the company join me in my cabin, and we shall make a compact joining all the company of freemen into a body politic. [_cheers_]

ANNOUNCER

And so in the cabin of the _Mayflower_ the masters of the company, twelve in number, met in the first American legislative assembly and drew up one of the most famous documents in American history--the Mayflower Compact--which organized the first self-governing community in the New World.

End of Project Gutenberg's The Landing of the Pilgrims, by Henry Fisk Carlton