Part 1 (2/2)

Mrs. Mary Allerton.

Mrs. Elizabeth Hopkins.

Mrs. ------ Tilley.

Mrs. ------ Tilley.

Mrs. ------ Ticker.

Mrs. ------ Ridgdale.

Mrs. Rose Standish.

Mrs. ------ Martin.

Mrs. ------ Mullins.

Mrs. Susanna White.

Mrs. ------ Eaton.

Mrs. ------ Chilton.

Mrs. ------ Fuller.

Mrs. Helen Billington.

Mrs. Lucretia Brewster.

Nor should the names of the daughters of these heroic women be forgotten, who, with their mothers and fathers shared the perils of that winter's voyage, and bore, with their parents, the toils, and hards.h.i.+ps, and changes of the infant colony.

The Daughters of the Pilgrim Mothers.

Elizabeth Carver.

Remember Allerton.

Mary Allerton.

Sarah Allerton.

Constance Hopkins.

Mary Chilton.

Priscilla Mullins.

The voyage of the _Mayflower_; the landing upon a desolate coast in the dead of winter; the building of those ten small houses, with oiled paper for windows; the suffering of that first winter and spring, in which woman bore her whole share; these were the first steps in the grand movement which has carried the Anglo-Saxon race across the American continent. The next steps were the penetration of the wilderness westward from the sea, by the emigrant pioneers and their wives. Fighting their way through dense forests, building cabins, block-houses, and churches in the clearings which they had made; warred against by cruel savages; woman was ever present to guard, to comfort, to work. The annals of colonial history teem with her deeds of love and heroism, and what are those recorded instances to those which had no chronicler? She loaded the flint-lock in the block-house while it was surrounded by yelling savages; she exposed herself to the scalping-knife to save her babe; in her forest-home she worked and watched, far from the loved ones in Old England; and by discharging a thousand duties in the household and the field, did her share in a silent way towards building up the young Republic of the West.

Sometimes she ranged herself in battle beside her husband or brother, and fought with the steadiness and bravery of a veteran. But her heroism never shone so brightly as in undergoing danger in defense of her children.

In the early days of the settlement of Royalton, Vermont, a sudden attack was made upon it by the Indians. Mrs. Hendee, the wife of one of the settlers, was working alone in the field, her husband being absent on military duty, when the Indians entered her house and capturing her children carried them across the White river, at that place a hundred yards wide and quite deep for fording, and placed them under keepers who had some other persons, thirty or forty in number, in charge.

Returning from the field Mrs. Hendee discovered the fate of her children.

Her first outburst of grief was heart-rending to behold, but this was only transient; she ceased her lamentations, and like the lioness who has been robbed of her litter, she bounded on the trail of her plunderers.

Resolutely das.h.i.+ng into the river, she stemmed the current, planting her feet firmly on the bottom and pushed across. With pallid face, flas.h.i.+ng eyes, and lips compressed, maternal love dominating every fear, she strode into the Indian camp, regardless of the tomahawks menacingly flourished round her head, boldly demanded the release of her little ones, and persevered in her alternate upbraidings and supplications, till her request was granted. She then carried her children back through the river and landed them in safety on the other bank.

<script>