| Stories of the Pilgrims|
|by Margaret B. Pumphrey|
|Beginning with Queen Anne's visit to Scrooby inn, tells in story form of the everyday life of the Pilgrims in England and Holland, of their voyage on the Mayflower and their adventures in the New World. The Brewster children and other Pilgrim boys and girls are the center of interest. A wonderful book to read aloud in the weeks before Thanksgiving. Ages 6-10 |
FAREWELL TO HOLLAND
HEN all was ready, they bade their Dutch friends good-bye.
these people had been to them during the years they had
lived in Holland. They had done all they could to make the
Pilgrims happy and comfortable in their city. And when they
were preparing to go away, many yellow balls of cheese,
little tubs of butter, and webs of white linen came from
these good Hollanders.
John Robinson and all the members of his church went to
Delfshaven with those who were to sail on the "Speedwell."
As the canal boats moved slowly away, the Pilgrims looked
for the last time upon their little cottages. They had lived
twelve long years in Holland, and it seemed like a dear home
to them. Most of the children had never known any other
Groups of Hollanders stood at their doors to wave farewell
to the Pilgrims as they passed. Five or six little boys with
bare legs and clumsy wooden shoes, ran along beside the
canal boats, calling in Dutch to their friends.
But now the boys had shouted a last "good-bye;" the city
with its great mills and shops, its quaint houses and pretty
gardens lay behind them.
 They were coming to the beautiful city gate with its round
towers and pointed spires.
Mary Chilton and Faith and Patience Brewster stood together
looking at the great gate. "Do you remember the first time
we passed through this gate, Mary?" asked Patience. "That
was eleven years ago and you were a very little girl then."
"Yes, indeed, I remember it," answered Mary. "I was six
years old. I can remember our home in England and the ship
in which we came to Holland. Can you, Fear?"
"I do not remember much about England," answered Fear, who
was the youngest of the three, "but I remember our home in
Amsterdam. I wonder where Jan and Katrina are this summer.
Their boat was in Leiden all winter."
And so the girls talked of anything except their long
parting. They could not speak of that. The tears were so
close to Fear's eyes she was afraid to wink lest they run
This was a beautiful summer day. Holland meadows had never
looked brighter. There were gay little summerhouses perched
on stilts by the side of the lake. Some stood in the water
and a little boat tied to the steps of one showed how its
owner had reached it. There he sat smoking his long pipe and
watching his little son, who sat on the doorstep and fished.
 Everywhere were the windmills, the dikes, and the canals
that had seemed so strange to them at first. Now all these
things seemed like old friends to the Pilgrims and made them
sad to say good-bye to Holland.
Late in the evening they reached Delfshaven, where the
"Speedwell" was waiting for them. All night the sailors
worked, loading the goods from the canal boats into the
ship, and making ready for an early start in the morning.
Then came the hardest parting. The tears would start. Even
strong men wept as they looked into each other's faces and
thought that perhaps they might never see these friends
There on the ocean shore these brave men and women knelt
down and prayed to the God they loved. They prayed that He
would be with those who stayed as well as with those who
sailed away. Their pastor's voice broke many times as he
spoke to God of his friends.
After this prayer, the Pilgrims went silently and sadly on
board the "Speedwell" and sailed away to England. They waved
to the dear ones on the shore and stood watching them as
long as they could be seen.
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