ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

THE editors of this book make grateful acknowledgment to the following publishers and authors for permission to use copyrighted selections:

E. P. Dutton & Company, New York, for "Florence Nightingale," by Alice Hoffman.

A. Flanagan Company, Chicago, for "The Martyr Patriot," by Edward S. Ellis.

Harper & Brothers, for "A Race for Liberty," by George D. Varney.

George W. Jacobs & Company, Philadelphia, for "Lincoln, the Young Man," by R. S. Holland.

Leslie's Weekly, New York, for "Betsy's Battle Flag," by Minna Irving.

Peace Association of Friends in America, for "Little Athens' Message," by Anna Doan Stephens.

G. P. Putnam's Sons, New York and London, for "Rodney's Ride," by Elbridge S. Brooks.

The Red Cross Magazine, New York, for "Merciful Dogs of War," by Ellwood Hendrick; "His Greater Task," by Fraser Nairn; "The American Spirit," by Sophie Kerr; and "A Little Child Shall Lead Them," by John K. Barnes.

Laura E. Richards, for "Molly Pitcher.”

Scott, Foresman & Company, Chicago, for "The First Thanksgiving Day" and "The Story of Our Flag," by Alfred P. Putnam.

Charles Scribner's Sons, New York, for "The Little Drummer," by R. H. Stoddard.

Frederick A. Stokes Company, New York, for "The Battle of Bunker Hill," by Marie Louise Herdman.

Houghton Mifflin Company, Boston, for "The First Encounter with the Indians," from Standish of Standish, by Jane G. Austin; "The Battle Hymn of the Republic," by Julia Ward Howe; "The Story of Edith Cavell," from Obstacles to Peace, by S. S. McClure; "The Man without a Country," by Edward Everett Hale, from Stevenson's Children's Classics in Dramatic Form, Book v; "George Washington, the Young Soldier," "A Winter at Valley Forge," and "Lewis and Clark, the Pathfinders," from American Hero Stories, by Eva March Tappan; "Little Giffen," by Francis O. Ticknor, from Southern Poems; and “The Noblest Southerner, Robert E. Lee," by J. G. de R. and M. T. Hamilton.

Also the following standard versions from Stevenson's Poems of American History:·

"America," "Columbia, the Gem of the Ocean," "Dixie," "Hail, Columbia," "The Star-Spangled Banner," "Verses on Lafayette," by Dolly Madison, and "Yankee Doodle."

STORIES OF PATRIOTISM

STORIES ABOUT THE COLONISTS

THE FIRST ENCOUNTER WITH THE INDIANS

So thoroughly were the bolder spirits among the Pilgrims impressed with the necessity of haste in finding an abidingplace that by afternoon of the next day the pinnace was victualed and fitted for a voyage of ten days or more, and the adventurers ready to embark. To the twelve men previously named, all of whom were signers of the Constitution already drawn up to quell symptoms of insubordination on the part of Hopkins and others, were added Clarke and Coppin, acting as the master gunner, who, uninvited, thrust himself into the company in hopes of making something by traffic, or, as he phrased it, trucking with the Indians.

But hasten as they might, many things delayed them, some of them as important as the death of Jasper More, an orphan in charge of the Carvers, and the birth of a son to Mistress White, whom his father and Dr. Fuller whimsically named Peregrine, latest of the Pilgrims, and first of native-born American white men. When at last the shallop left the Mayflower's side it was in the teeth of such bad weather as left the former expedition far in the shade, for not only was the northeast wind more bitter, but the temperature so low that the spray froze upon the rigging and the men's jerkins, turning them into coats of mail almost impossible to bend.

It was soon found impossible for Master English to lay his

proposed course, and finally the Pilgrims resolved to land and encamp for the night, partly for the sake of the greedy gunner, who had turned so deadly sick that it was feared he would die, and for Edward Tilley, who lay in the bottom of the boat in a dead swoon, while his brother John crouched beside covered with John Howland's coat, which he declared was but an impediment to him in rowing.

"They should never have come. Had I guessed their unfitness I would have hindered it, but now, alack, it is too late, and I fear they have come to their death," said Carver in Bradford's ear, and indeed it was so. The brothers, never divided in body or soul since their birth, had as one man given their substance, their strength, their faith, to the common cause, and now were giving their lives as simply and as willingly as heroes ever will go to their death, so giving life to many.

The second night found them only as far as what we now call Eastham, and again building a "rendezvous" and gathering firewood, a difficult task at any time in this vicinity, for the trees were lofty and the underbrush annually burned away by the Indians to facilitate hunting. But it was finally done, as all things will be when such men set about them, the fire was built, the supper eaten, the prayer said, and the psalm sung, its rude melody rising from that wilderness to the wintry sky with the assurance of Daniel's song in the den of lions. Then all slept except Edward Dotey, to whom was committed the first watch, to last while three inches of the slow-match attached to his piece were consuming.

Striding up and down his appointed beat the young man hummed again the evening psalm, mildly anathematized the cold, peered into the blackness of the forest, and glanced enviously at his comrades sound asleep about the fire.

"T is all but burned," muttered he, stooping to examine