friends than foes with prayerful men."

To the waterspout succeeded light and baffling winds so that labor as
they might, it was fully dark when the Pilgrim pinnace entered what is
now Barnstable, then Cummaquid Harbor. Anchoring for safety, they lay
down to get such rest as the position afforded, and woke betimes in the
morning to find themselves high and dry in the centre of the harbor, the
channel encircling them and making up toward the land. Upon the shore as
seen across this channel appeared some savages gathering clams and
muscles.

Bradford at once dispatched Squanto and Tockamahamon, who had come along
as guides and interpreters, to interview these men and barter for some
of the shellfish, but in a very short time the envoys came splashing
merrily back with an invitation for the white men to land and breakfast
with Janno, the chief of the Mattakees, who was, the fishermen said,
close at hand. They also corroborated the statement that the missing boy
had gone down the Cape with the Nausets, and would be found at Eastham,
Aspinet's headquarters.

"I see no reason for gainsaying such a comfortable proposal," said
Bradford turning with a smile to Standish who cheerily replied,--

"Nor I, so that they leave hostages aboard, and we carry every man his
piece ashore."

"We must e'en wade for it, sith there is neither dry ground for footing
nor water for swimming," suggested Browne stripping off hose and shoon;
but as Bradford and Standish began to follow his example they were
prevented by the Indians, who offered each a back to the two chiefs, at
the same time intimating to the others that if they would but wait all
the company should be similarly accommodated. The doctor accepted, but
Browne and the rest preferred their own legs as a dependence, and the
whole party presently reached shore, where Janno, the handsome and
courteous young chief of the Mattakees, stood with several of his
pnieses or nobles around him ready to receive them. Squanto at once
stood forth as interpreter, and so flowery and mellifluous were the
phrases of welcome that he interpreted, that the captain edging toward
Bradford muttered,--

"I hope Master Warren will look well after the hostages left aboard, for
all this is too sweet to be wholesome. I mistrust treachery, Governor."

"Nay, I mistrust Squanto, Captain," replied Bradford laughing. "The poor
fellow doth glorify himself at some cost to the truth, I fancy."

"Beshrew me but befor