say that we should explore yet farther along the shores of this
land which Smith calleth Cape Cod, even as he nameth the whole district
New England, which is verily a pleasant reminder for us, who in spite of
persecution and harshness must still love the name of the land wherein
we have left the bones of our sires."

[2] Ipswich.

"It needs not so many words, Governor," interrupted Jones rudely. "If ye
will not be satisfied with the place ye saw yesterday, Coppin, our
pilot, knoweth of another river with plenty of cleared land about it,
and a harbor fit for a war-fleet to ride in, lying two or three leagues
to the southwest of this place. What think you of taking your pinnace
and going to look at it?"

"We will have in the pilot and hear his story for ourselves before we
answer that query," said Carver with dignity, while Standish less
temperately demanded,--

"And why, Master Jones, didst not tell us this at first rather than at
last? Well nigh hadst thou forced us to land where we could if only to
be rid of thy importunity."

"Why of course I had rather landed you here, and been off for home
rather than to carry you further and be burdened with your queasy
fancies," retorted Jones brutally. "I'm no man's fool I'd have thee to
know my little fire-eater, and thou 'lt be no gladder to say good-by
when the time comes than I."

"Here is Robert Coppin, friends," interposed Brewster mildly, as a hardy
fellow entered the cabin and nodded with scant ceremony to the company.

"Sit thee down, Coppin," said Carver making room for the pilot beside
him. "We would have thee show us upon the chart this river whereof
Master Jones says thou knowest."

"Well, it should be hereaway methinks," replied Coppin bending over the
map and tracing the coast line with a horny forefinger. "Is it yon? Nay,
I am no scholar and steer not by a chart I cannot make out. I know the
place when I see it, and I'll find it again if I'm set to it."

"Thou 'st been there, then?"

"Ay, we lay there three weeks when I sailed in the whaler Scotsman out
of Glasgow, and more by token we named the place Thievish Harbor, for
one of the Indians stole a harpoon out of our boat and away with it
before we could reach him. 'T is a goodly river, broader and deeper than
yon, and has a broad safe harbor."[3]

[3] Jones River, Duxbury.

"And why didst thou not tell us of this place sooner, Master Coppin,
sith thou art our pilot?" sternly demanded Winslow.

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