12 LITERARY PILGRIMAGES 



ward slope to the dusty road that leads on to 

 Green Harbor and the slumbrous uproar of the 

 surf. 



Telling the pearls on this rosary of a path in 

 the homeward direction one is led beyond the 

 homestead and on, by a slenderer, less trodden 

 way to the old Pilgrim cemetery where the great 

 man lies buried among the pioneers of the neigh- 

 borhood, Peregrine White, the Winslows, and a 

 host of others whose fame has not gone so far 

 perhaps, but those names may be written in the 

 final domesday book in letters as large as his. 

 Nor does any storied monument recite the deeds 

 of the statesman or bear his name higher than 

 that of his fellows. A simple slab with the name 

 only stands above the mound beneath which he 

 lies, and in the side of this mound a woodchuck 

 has his burrow, seeming to emphasize by his 

 presence the cosy friendliness of the little spot. 

 It is a hillock, just a little way from the house, 

 just a little way from the big orchard which 

 Webster loved so well, surrounded by pasture and 

 cranberry bog and with the marsh drawing lov- 

 ingly up to it on one side. Over this marsh comes 



