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he has heard spoken here today, but you ought to know, for you are aware that I have lived long in England; that I was educated and took holy orders there, in beautiful, glorious England, the garden of all the earth. You know that my education was at the cost of the great Society for the Propagation of the Gospel in Foreign Parts, which Society has been so greatly aided by grants from the Parliament you so glibly decry; you are aware that this very parish was organized, and that its pastor is in large part paid by the munificence of this great Society.
Oh, such ingratitude! It's sharper than the serpent's tooth. And then(Cossit is here interrupted by the approach in front of Tousa, an Indian, emitting grunts and and guttural sounds.)
Cossit: Good day to you, Tousa. We hope you have good luck hunting and fishing 'these beautiful summer days. (Tousa emits more grunts and guttural sounds) What would you say to us, Tousa?
Tousa: Umph-Ugh—Heap big wigwam, white man make-Ugh Umph-Manitou wigwam-UmphGreat Spirit no like big wigwam. Tousa no like- Deer no like-Umph -Ugh-Here Tousa's hunting-ground
Ugh. White man scare deer, kill beaver. Tyler make big mill, make big noise at fish place.
White man have much land 'cross big water-Umph-white man go 'way-much far off-leave Tousa 'lone-all 'lone. Tousa like more be 'lone-Umph-Ugh. Tousa say, white man no come 'cross little sweetwater river. Tousa say, white man come, Tousa kill.
Timothy Atkins: (interrupting) Don't you, Parson Cossit, be wastin' none o' your time listenin' to such as him. Leave him to me. I'll take care of him, an' any more like him that come loafin' roun' these parts.
Goody Cole: I suspec' Tousa's
and save and use their brains will prosper as men had never done before, knowing comforts that even kings now know not of.
Times when men will master the very elements, make fire and water do the work now done by toil that draws the sweat from their brows. They will harness the lightning to light great cities, unloosing it at will. They will talk long distances with those who are many miles away, and send messages across broad oceans with lightning speed.
Goody Cole: He's madder than a March hare.
Atkins: He's crazier than
Stranger: In the far distance I see a tragedy greater than any this world had ever seen before. A great war growing out of lust for power, into which all the nations of the earth are drawn. A war in which millions of men, women and children will perish. A war fought on land and sea, under the sea, and in the air; for men will then build great machines to fly higher and swifter than the swiftest bird can fly.
Goody Cole: Dr. Meiggs, Dr. Meiggs! Bleed him-bleed him. Do something to relieve the pressure on his poor brain.
(Dr. Meiggs hastily gets his instruments, rusty saws and knives out of a clumsy box and approaches the stranger, who, with folded arms, looks calmly on.)
Stranger: Nay, good doctor-stay
your hand. In time of which I tell men of your profession will do all to save every drop of good red blood and naught to spill it.
(Dr. Meiggs withdraws, the stranger continues.)
Beyond all this I see a time when the British Empire and the Great Republic of the West will join in might invincible to make peace, justice and good-will good-will prevail throughout the world.
Of that which I foresee no man shapes the end, but a Power greater than any of us can understand. Great laws of growth and change will work as they have ever worked since time began.
Man's intellect can no more comprehend than can the meadow mouse that scampers at his approach.
Fare thee well, Reverend SirFare thee well, Good People-I return to the mountain whence I came. (withdraws)
Jones: Of the far future, of which the stranger tells, I know not; but this I know: That soon, as he predicts, this country will be free-our own. Not by merely wishing for it, but by fighting for it.
It will be long, hard, bloody work, but I, for one, stand ready.
(A stir among the people)
Cossit: (covers his eyes with his hand, then raises his arms to heaven, saying) From battle and murder, and from sudden death, Good Lord, deliver us.
THE PILGRIM WOMAN
By Mary Richardson
On a bleak, rocky hillside of New England,
I stood, beneath gray clouds, and listened, lonely,
I raised my eyes and saw a woman standing,
But with the eyes of faith she saw the future ;-
She turned and spoke to him who stood beside her: "Go, fell the trees, and count it blessed toil;
Give me four walls, a hearthstone and a door,
Surely I saw her, when the house was built,
Her new made home, and all that it should shelter;
The twilight deepened and the vision faded;