Part 28 (1/2)
”John! Dear heart, what is it! Nay, try not to speak! Here, good John Howland, help me to lay him upon the bed--there then, dear one”--
”Fret not thyself, Kate, 't is but a pain in my head--ah--'t is shrewd enough, but it will pa.s.s--there, there, good wife, fret not thyself!”
”John Howland, wilt thou find Surgeon Fuller, and mayhap Dame Brewster, but no more. I will wring a napkin out of fair water and lay to his head, for it burneth like fire.”
”Ay, it burneth like fire,” muttered the sick man wearily moving the poor head from side to side, and Katharine left alone dropped for one moment upon her knees and raised streaming eyes and clasped hands to Heaven, then rose, and when the Doctor and gentle Mary Brewster entered she stood white and calm at her husband's head.
”Ay, ay, he hath sunstroke,” muttered the surgeon, laying a hand upon the patient's forehead, ”and no wonder, for it is shrewdly hot to-day, and he toiling away like any Hodge of them all. I must let him blood.
Canst get me a basin and a bandage, Mistress?”
”I will fetch them, Katharine. Sit you down.” And the Elder's wife slipped out of the door and back again before even impatient Doctor Fuller could wonder where she was.
An hour later Carver arousing from the stupor that was growing upon him, asked to see William Bradford, who at once hobbled in from the neighboring house, although himself hardly able to sit up.
”It grieves me to find thee in such evil case, brother,” said he painfully seating himself beside the sick man's pillow.
”Thy sorrows will last longer than mine, Will. I must set my house in order so far as I have time. Dost mind, Bradford, what I said to thee and Winslow and Standish, the time I saw ye standing upon the great rock in yon island before we landed in this place?”
”Yes, dear friend, I do remember.”
”Well, 't was borne in upon me then, that I was only to look upon the Promised Land, and then for my sins to die, and that thou wert the Joshua who should conquer our Canaan and make the people to dwell safely therein. Thou shalt be their governor, Bradford, and--their servant.”
”As thou hast ever been! Chief of all because the helper of all.”
”Send for Winslow and Standish and the elder. I cannot long command my senses, and fain would speak--nay, 't was but a pa.s.sing pang. Send for them, and meanwhile call John Howland and Kate, my wife. I must hasten--hasten”--
Again the stupor crept over him, but steadily fighting it off, and holding his consciousness in the grasp of a strong man's will, he again opened his eyes as his wife, so pale, so still, so self-controlled, leaned over him and laid her cool fingers upon his brow.
”Ay, sweetheart, 't is thy touch. I could tell it among a hundred. Dear, wilt thou go home to thy father's house? He'll have thee, now thy poor 'Brownist' is gone. Or wilt thou go to thy sister Robinson? She will be fain to have thee.”
”'Whither thou goest I will go,' my husband.”
”Say you so, Dame? Ay, thou wast ever of a high heart, and a brave.
Mayhap our Lord will be merciful to both of us,--but His will be done.
Thou 'lt be submissive to thy G.o.d, Kate, as thou hast ever been to thy lord?”
”Ay, dear, my lord, I will try to do thy bidding even thus far.”
”Ah, Kate, Kate, thou hast never failed in all our happy wedded life--fail not now--promise--promise”--
”Dear love, I promise to bow myself in all loving submission to whatsoever our G.o.d shall send.”
”Ay, that is right, that is well, that is mine own n.o.ble Kate. And Howland, I leave her to thy care--be a brother, a leal and true friend--thou knowest what that word means--I can no more--my senses reel”--
”It needs no more, dear master, dear friend, if I may call my master so”--
”My friend,” murmured Carver.