CHAPTER I | Page |
| Playing with Powder | [1] |
CHAPTER II | |
| The Name of Miles | [17] |
CHAPTER III | |
| Thievish Harbor | [30] |
CHAPTER IV | |
| Hewers of Wood and Drawers of Water | [45] |
CHAPTER V | |
| News from the Shore | [61] |
CHAPTER VI | |
| The Going Landward | [74] |
CHAPTER VII | |
| The Man of the Family | [81] |
CHAPTER VIII | |
| In the Time of the Sickness | [95] |
CHAPTER IX | |
| Master Hopkins's Guest | [108] |
CHAPTER X | |
| The Lords of the Soil | [125] |
CHAPTER XI | |
| When the Good Ship Sailed | [141] |
CHAPTER XII | |
| The Sowing of the Fields | [156] |
CHAPTER XIII | |
| The Two Edwards | [171] |
CHAPTER XIV | |
| A Mighty Resolution | [187] |
CHAPTER XV | |
| In the Southward Country | [202] |
CHAPTER XVI | |
| The House of Bondage | [217] |
CHAPTER XVII | |
| How they kept the Sabbath | [228] |
CHAPTER XVIII | |
| At Nauset Village | [243] |
CHAPTER XIX | |
| Fallen among Friends | [257] |
CHAPTER XX | |
| A Son of Perdition | [270] |
CHAPTER XXI | |
| Between Man and Man | [283] |
CHAPTER XXII | |
| The Bearer of Tidings | [296] |
CHAPTER XXIII | |
| The Captain's Soldier | [311] |
List of Illustrations
| "As if he knew the place, and held he had the right to come there" (p. 111) | [Frontispiece] |
| Opposite Page | |
| "With his arm up to shut out the glare of the lanterns" | [14] |
| "Dolly plaited a fold of her apron between her fingers" | [66] |
| "'Do you like to do it, Captain Standish?'" | [102] |
| "Saw the two young men close in combat" | [184] |
| "'Oh, Miles, 'tis the savages come for us!'" | [214] |
| "Miles made out the figures of the men in the shallop" | [254] |
| "The breath came gripingly in his throat" | [308] |
SOLDIER RIGDALE
CHAPTER I
PLAYING WITH POWDER
WITH the approach of sunset, the wind that all day had ruffled the waves to white edges died down, till there was left on the water only a long, heaving motion, that rudely swayed the old ship Mayflower. One moment from her broad deck could be seen the steel-like gleam of the fresh-water pond on the distant beach; the next moment, as the ship rolled between the waves, the shore presented nothing but solid sand dunes and shrubby pine trees. But always overhead the sky, athwart which the yards, bulging with the furled sails, were raking, remained the same,—a level reach of thick gray that, as twilight drew on, seemed to brood closer over earth and ocean.