TWO DAYS IN PLYMOUTH
 THE Secretary was received into the house of the
governor, Master Bradford, and I neither saw nor
heard from him, save when he sent me word next
morning, which was the Sabbath, that he expected I would
show myself at the meeting-house.
All this would I have done even though he had not
been so thoughtful, for I was burning to hear the
preachers my father had known: but the sermon was
overly long; I was tired from the journey of the day
before, and, without meaning so much
disrespect to the minister, I fell asleep,
nor did I awaken until one of the
 tithing-men struck me a sharp blow on the head with a
long pole, at the end of which was affixed a wolf's tail.
It can well be supposed that from then on I sat bolt
upright, my face crimsoned with shame, and after such
moment I had no desire to make myself known to any
who had met my father and mother, lest they
reproach me for they crime I had committed.
We stayed in Plymouth the first two days of the week,
and I had good opportunity to see the town; but did
not fall in love with it. Although the people had been
living there more than seven scars, save for the manner
in which the houses were built, they were not so
comfortably settled as we of New Amsterdam, who had
been in America no more than fourteen months.
I had a good look at that valiant soldier, Miles
Standish, who had fought in the Dutch army, as I well
knew, and was much pleased with his appearance,
though I made no effort to have speech with him
because of what I had done in the church.
It was Wednesday morning when we set out on our
return, and I must confess that I was happy, rather
than sad, at turning my back upon the English to meet
the Dutch, for while we have less of preaching in New
Amsterdam, there is more of friendliness shown to
strangers, or, so it seemed to me whose heart was sore.
Neither Mans nor Kryn had been called upon to
take my place in the storehouse, and within ten minutes
 after the Nassau had come to anchor off the fort, I
was at work showing goods to the savages, as if I had
seen no more of this New World than those who labored
By this time our church was set in order, being, as I
have said, in the loft of the horse-mill, and you may be
certain I did not allow my eyes to close in slumber
when I went to hear the zeikentroosters explain the
holy words next Sabbath day. We had no such pulpit
as they at Plymouth, but our benches were fairly
comfortable to sit on, and Master Minuit's chair had
in it a red cushion that made a braver show than
anything I saw among the English.