CHAPTER XXIV
TO THE PALM LANDS
The ship that was to deport the Indians to the Palm Lands, or the Islands, sailed away, probably from Plymouth. Among the prisoners was Runneymarsh. He had known the princess and Metacomet well, and he pitied the little prince who never came to his own.
There is a legend that the princess leaped overboard and committed suicide when she saw Mt. Hope, where Philip perished, and where was the ancient burying-ground of the Indian kings, sinking in the sea.
This story is merely poetic fancy, as far as we can determine. But with what a heavy heart she must have seen the shores of Massachusetts Bay and the Narragansett fade from view.
"Will they never let us come back again?" asked Little Metacomet.
"We cannot tell; after what has happened to us, we cannot tell anything. We would never wish to come back to the land of the dead; I would never wish to live amid the oaks of Pokonoket if you could not rule; I would not wish to see you the king of the dead. The Great Spirit will guide us as he guides the birds that go to the Palm Islands. We are following the birds."
They were taken to Bermuda, where all is sunshine, flowers and birds, and were given over to a planter, probably on a sugar plantation or in the indigo fields.
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Many weeks had passed when, one day, Susan heard a strange report from Boston. It was that old Runneymarsh had returned.
"Let's go to him, Roger," said she, "and see if the prince still remembers us."
They went to Boston by the way of Natick, where the praying Indians had perished. The bell rang hollow there. Father Eliot was gone, and his preaching places were deserted, though the time would soon come when the people could read his Indian Bible.
They found old Runneymarsh on one of the islands in the harbor. He described to them the Palm Islands; their glowing plantations, oranges, pineapples, bananas and many fruits.
"And Little Metacomet, does he still remember us?" asked Roger.
"His one dream is of you. He hopes that you will bring him back again to the oak of his fathers."
"That can never be," said Susan.
"I wish it might be so," said Roger, "but what did he say of us?"
"He said whatever may come, fire, water, toil, hunger, abuse, torture, that his heart will always be true to those who loved him in the green groves of Swansea. 'The Lady of the Haystack will always be close to my memory,' he said. 'Oh but she had a good heart!'"
"Did he send any message to me?" asked Roger.
"Yes."
"What was it?"
"He said--'Tell Roger, if you ever see him, that there are groves of palms here, but I would give them all, if I could, for one pine; and that there are thousands of parrots here, but I would be glad again if I could hear a little quail of the woods say once more, 'Bob-White.'"
THE END
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