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mother, we may be sure, showed her baby boy, Peregrine White.

And so the fun went on. In the daytime the young men ran races, played
games, and had a shooting match. Every night the Indians sang and
danced for their friends; and to make the party still more lively they
gave every now and then a shrill war whoop that made the woods echo in
the still night air.

The third day came. Massasoit had been well treated, and would have
liked to stay longer, but he said that he could not be away from his
camp for more than three days. So the pipe of peace was silently
passed around. Then, taking their gifts of glass beads and trinkets,
the Indian King and his warriors said farewell to their English
friends and began their long march through the woods to their wigwams
on Mount Hope Bay.

On the last day of this Thanksgiving party, Elder Brewster preached
the first Thanksgiving sermon and all the Pilgrims united in thanking
God for His goodness to them.

The first Thanksgiving was nearly three hundred years ago. Since that
time, Thanksgiving has been kept by the people of our nation as the
great family festival of the year. At this time children and
grandchildren return to the old home, the long table is spread, and
brothers and sisters, who had been separated, again seat themselves
side by side.

Thanksgiving is our season of sweet and blessed memories.

THE KING'S THANKSGIVING

Every child in the village was very much excited on account of the
news that had come down from the castle on the hill.

Because it had been such a rich harvest, the fields yellow with grain
and the orchards crimson with fruit, the King was going to keep a
thanksgiving day. He was going to ask some child from the village to
come up the hill to the castle and eat dinner with the Prince and
Princess. It was rumored, too, that this child would be given good
gifts by the King. But it must be a very special kind of child indeed.
That they all knew.

Then the village children remembered everything that had been told
them by their mothers, and their grandmothers, and their
great-grandmothers about the castle kitchen. Scores of cooks and
scullery boys were kept busy there night and day. The fires always
glowed to roast the rich fowls that turned on the spits. The cake
bowls and the soup pots were never empty. Spices and herbs from far
countries, strawberries when the ground was covered with snow, ices of
all the rainbow colors, and cream so