the body,
and as his eyes wandered from the corpse to the gun, which lay on the
ground, and back again to the corpse a ferocious gleam of gratified
revenge, like the lurid gleam of fires at night, swept over his
swarthy face. Picking up, then, the gun, the knives and tomahawks, and
stripping the corpse of the articles containing the powder and
bullets, the Indian started in search of Joy.

Meanwhile, the Knight had been entertained with all humanity and honor
by the Governor of Plymouth; nor was other treatment to be expected
from the learned and accomplished Bradford. In appearance he was
somewhat less than fifty years of age, with a mild and thoughtful
expression of countenance, which revealed to the close observer as
much of the meditative student as of the man of action. A thorough
receiver and admirer of the principles of the sect to which he
belonged, it was the business of his life to illustrate them by his
learning, and enforce them by his example.

That strange charm of manner for which the Knight of the Golden Melice
was so distinguished, his persuasive voice and intellectual
cultivation, failed not to exert their wonted fascination over one so
likely to be influenced by exactly such qualities and acquirements as
Bradford, and, indeed, nowhere were they calculated to exercise so
great a power as in a country where they were uncommon.

The two gentlemen had met before, but the interview had never ripened
into acquaintance; and now, that fortune had thrown them together in
relations which might seem none of the most agreeable, but which the
kindness of the one and the polish of the other hid in flowers, it
appeared as if they were welcome to both.

"We have become acquainted under singular circumstances, Sir
Christopher," said Bradford, a day or two after the Knight came to
Plymouth; "and, although wishing they were somewhat different, I can
scarcely regret the providence which has brought so every way
accomplished a gentleman to honor my roof. Your mind, wonderfully
imbued with the gentler humanities, sweetly accords with mine own, and
when you are gone I shall look back with refreshment and a sad longing
to our thoughtful conferences. Never have the strains of the divine
harper of Israel, whether exulting in the favor of Jehovah or
sorrowing for sin, so affected my spirit as when read by you in the
original speech of Eden."

"For your kind expressions, right worshipful sir," answered the
Knight, "and t