CHAPTER III 

 THE LINDENS AT PLYMOUTH 



The breaking waves dashed high 



On a stern and rock-bound coast, 



And the woods against a stormy sky, 



Their giant branches tossed; 



And the heavy night hung dark, 



The hills and waters o'er, 



When a band of exiles moored their bark 



On the wild New England shore. 



Felicia Hemans 



MANY a person has wondered, during 

 his thoughtful moments, whether 

 any of his ancestors came to America 

 in the Mayflower, and in spite of himself 

 has experienced a growing sense of pride 

 in the discovery that he was in some way 

 connected with those men "who produced 

 a greater revolution in the world than Colum- 

 bus." "That daring navigator," says one 

 historian, "in seeking India, discovered 

 America. They in pursuit of religious free- 

 dom, established civil liberty, and meaning 

 only to found a church gave birth to a nation, 



