turous trip, partly by
land and partly by sea, for the man from Naumkeag was returning by water
and carried the two along with him.

When well underway by boat, a darkened sky and wild wind drove the small
vessel to the Isle of Shoals for shelter, where they found at anchor "The
Whale," an English ship soon to cross the ocean. The hurricane was of
short duration, and the messengers continued their journey.

Traveling afoot from Naumkeag, they soon noticed fresh footprints on the
path, which suggested that someone was not far ahead of them. They
continued with increased haste and added caution. Nonowit suddenly gave
the signal for silence when, not far from the path, they saw through the
thicket the broad shoulders of a white man eating by his camp fire. They
remained silent until he turned and the jolly face of John was visible.
He was doubtless on his way to Merrie Mount but allowed them to think he
was merely off for a change. On learning what had happened and the
message they carried, John allied himself to the two and begged to
continue with them.

After a rough journey, the three arrived at Plymouth and delivered the
letters, which were most carefully considered by the men of that colony.
Realizing the serious danger such a center as Merrie Mount could be to
all the settlements, it was decided to send a note of warning to Morton.
He, however, treated it with scorn and in the same spirit rejected a
second appeal. Then, with stern determination to take the man by force,
Captain Miles Standish started with his company of soldiers. He returned
with Morton, who was sent as a prisoner to England on "The Whale," the
very ship the travelers had found about to sail from the Isles of Shoals.
The various colonies shared the expense.

Roger, Nonowit, and John finally arrived home, triumphant with the news
of success. But the wrong Morton had already done the settlers was never
rectified, for the Indians had learned the value and power of a gun and
never again were content without firearms.

STRAWBERRY BANK.

"Couldn't he find one anywhere, Mother?" asked Samuel.

"Why didn't he keep on looking?" persisted Richard, as the two boys
braced themselves for the lurch of the vessel which was tossing on a
choppy sea. Mrs. Chadborn steadied herself and continued the story they
so loved.

"It was almost thirty years ago that Martin Pring sailed up the river to
which we are now going. He searched the forests on either ba