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THE HOME IN AMSTERDAM
HE Pilgrims soon found the street where their new homes
were. But how different it was from the streets of Scrooby!
Down the middle of it was a broad stream of water called a
canal. On each side of the canal was a narrow road paved
with stones. The roads were not wide enough for a horse and
wagon. When the people wished to ride, or had heavy loads to
carry, they used a boat on the canal.
The houses looked more odd than the street. They were made
of brick of every shade of red, and pink, and yellow. They
stood close to the street and quite near together. But
strangest of all, many of them did not stand straight.
This is because they were not built upon walls of stone, as
ours are. These houses were built upon great posts driven
deep into the earth. In Holland the ground is often soft and
wet. The weight of the house often makes the posts sink in
deeper on one side than the other, and then the house leans
to one side.
When William Bradford reached the house he had taken for his
friends, he unlocked the front door with a huge brass key.
Then the Brewsters stepped into—the hall or the parlor do
you suppose? No, they were in the kitchen, for that is
 front room in a Dutch house. The sitting room looks out on
the pretty garden behind the house.
But the kitchen is often the dining room and sitting room
too. At night it is very likely to be a bedroom as well,
though you would never think it until you saw the queer
box-like bed drawn from its hiding place in the wall.
In this kitchen the floor was made of tiles. There were
fresh, white curtains in the little windows, and a row of
blossoming plants on one of the window sills. A long shelf
held a row of plates, a blue and white water pitcher and two
There was the queerest little fireplace in the room. It
looked like a great brass pan filled with hot coals. A long
chain from the shelf above it held a shining copper kettle.
How it boiled, and bubbled making its bright little lid
"That is hodgepodge for our supper," said Bradford, peeping
into the kettle.
"What is hodgepodge? I hope it tastes as good as it smells."
"Indeed it does, Jonathan. It is the best stew of meat and
vegetables you ever tasted. Our neighbor, Mevrow van Zant,
taught me how to make it. Here are some little seedcakes she
gave me for you children. Our Dutch neighbors are very kind.
They have done much to help us make the homes ready for our
When bedtime came, Mistress Brewster took
 Fear and Patience upstairs to their own little room. In the
corner was a large bed quite hidden behind long curtains
which reached from ceiling to floor. When Patience pulled
back the curtains and saw the high feather bed
she thought she would need a little
ladder to get into it.
Patience thought she would need a little ladder
to get into this bed
 As their mother tucked the children in and kissed them good
night, Patience whispered, "Isn't this just like a dream! I
fear when I waken in the morning this queer little house will
be gone, the windmills and canals, the boats, the storks,
and the dikes will all be gone, and we shall be in England