were violets and buttercups, as in England. One tiny, sweet-smelling flower that pushed its pink, waxy clusters and glossy leaves right through the snow, in the pine woods, was strange to them. This they called the Mayflower, after their dear little sailing ship. Once in many months a sailing vessel came and brought them things from England. When it sailed away it took the furs of bears and beavers and foxes to sell in London.
Sometimes the Puritans and the Indians had dreadful battles. The red man wanted the forests for hunting, and the white man wanted the land for farms and towns. Every little settlement of white people had one big cabin that was both a meeting house and a fort. The men carried their guns and knives to church. They carried them when they went to the fields to plow. Sometimes they built high walls of pointed stakes around the village. After many years the Indians went deeper into the woods and left the country near the sea to the white people. The Puritans learned to love their home in New England. No one ever thought of going back to Old England. They had many little towns around a sea-port city called Boston.
Other English people who were different from the Puritans came to America, but Faithful and Myles never saw the little drab-gowned, soft-spoken, Quaker children who lived near the town of Philadelphia. Neither did they see the English children who lived in big houses by the wide rivers of Virginia. America was so big that the towns were hundreds of miles apart. Little Dutch children came to America to live, too, and French children and Spanish children, but they all lived so far from each other that they could not pay visits. We can go to see them today. Do you know how?
In the fairy story, when the Little Lame Prince, who was shut up in a tower, wanted to go to the land of Far Away or Long Ago he sat down on a magic carpet. Whisk! He sailed through the air as easily as a bird.
