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We shall whiten this coast with the canvas of a prosperous commerce ; we shall stud the long and winding shore with a hundred cities ; that which we sow in weakness shall be raised in strength." — Daniel Webster speaking for the Pilgrim Fathers. Our Pageant, "How the Pilgrim Spirit Came to Illinois,'' is New Trier's contribution to the nation-wide celebration of the tercentenary of our Pilgrim Fathers. To it we welcome all our New Trier and North Shore friends. The book has been composed under the skilful and devoted direction of Miss Wilson and is the result of the collaboration of the teachers on the Historical and Book Committees and three pupils, James Burnham, Montgomery Major, the writer of the prologue and the Chronicler's speeches and Dwight Chapman who wrote the verses of dedication. Miss Sampson, Miss Goodman and Mr. Jackson are responsible for the charm and originality of the dances. The music is furnished by our school orchestra under the inspiration of Mrs. Cotton's guidance. The designs for the costumes are the clever work of Miss Murphy in our Art department. Miss Moschel in Domestic Science has given the skill of her department in the making. On the sewing, materiil assistance has been given by several of the girls, Jessie Robinson, Elizabeth Munroe, Dorothy Whidden, Virginia Ogan and Emily Hadley. To Miss Murphy and Miss King in checking up costumes, Edna Petersen, Margaret Bennett and Ruth Boots have given their help. To the office force one and all we are grateful for their service on the clerical work; in particular to Miss Quarnstrom for her excellent typing of the many copies of the book. The pupils of the typwriting classes have also given us much help in this particular. Our friends from outside the school have been most generous in the loaning of costumes and accessories. They too share in our heartiest ap- preciation for all the services rendered us. The production itself bespeaks the able direction of Miss Stanwood. our dramatic coach, and Miss Grover with her stage assistants, Bradlee Pruden, Claude Burbach, Robert Wienecke, Del Worthington and Lofal Markle. The making of this attractive souvenir book has l)een in the hands of Mr. Kahler. For the material in Episode I\\ we are indel)ted to Thomas Woods Stevens' "Historical Pageant of Illinois." Elizabeth E. Packer. -^ ■^^ f/^ LIBRARY OF CONORESI itie&ivEO n Az DEDICATION Marquette, LaSalle, Oh, valimit men Whose vision this great state could see, Whose hands a Nations future tvrought Through rugged strength and bravery, To thee this work zve dedicate That as thy deeds zve imitate Their meaning be of such a zveight As once they zvere to thee. Thou didst not zvield it all in vain That Spirit zvhich so prompted thee. Behold! A liz'ing Monument Beside the mighty inland sea. And so zve nozv commemorate. As founding of our ozvn dear state, Thy deeds, zvhose fullest purpose Fate Did not reveal to thee. DwiGHT Chapman. ■ • Page three Page four How the Pilgrim Spirit Came to Illinois THE DANCE OF THE WINDS AND WAVES ■ p H w w^ T ^S^l mi ' nlJri ^ m ' A\ ^ THE DANCE OF THE WINDS AND WAVES Katherine Newey, Helen English and Agnes Biesemeier PROLOGUE Here on the shores of Michigan we stand. In thought we contemplate another shore, And praise a people dead, a storied Past, With heroes and with noble purpose filled. Deathless is their name, that Pilgrim band Who first defied the Powers which rule the sea. And in their bark o'er stormy waves Undaunted turned their course towards Liberty. To Plymouth Bay we turn, and to its coast Rock-bound, birth-place of Liberty and Hope, Where dwelt a stalwart race of honest men Who placed their principles before their life. Who dared to worship as they deemed the right. Who fearing God feared not the puny Man. To Plymouth Bay we turn, to Plymouth Town. There was the seed of Greatness first implanted. And yet, what need is there to-day to deck The altars of the Past with votive wreaths And hail the Dead, however great, and bend Page five ^K ^^ The humble knee before the heroed Past ? These ashes long-since cold we still revere But why? What link connects the pictured Past, Embroidered with its ancient gems of fame, With this, the bustling Present, thronged with life? What bond between these shores, these citied shores And those which first the Pilgrims left in hope, And those where first they landed in despair ; But lived to conquer and to bless with life, A life which still is deep implanted there And from which sprang this nation's honored might? The bond between us is the link of life. This storied Past our precious heritage. As from the Book of Life we learn the Truth, So from the age-wise Past we learn the Source Of national Life which must be pure. This Source is Men. And we embody here In the Grey Champion the virtues sage And attributes of our great Source of Life, The Pilgrim band. The attributes lie deep. And hidden are in peace and happiness. But let grim Strife arise and lo ! awakes This same Grey Champion to lead and win. He is our honor, courage, strength and hope. The Champion of Liberty and Right. Montgomery Major DUTCH GROUP Constance von Weller, Eva Mae Mortimer, Margaret Bennett, Wilma Cresmer and Sidney Spiegel. Page six INTRODUCTION TO EPISODE I. The Chronicler Let us review the scenes of ancient time, Reread each chapter of the noble Past. From England first we trace the troubled course To Holland, and we mark the solemn scene When they departed to defy the waves And bear their dauntless Love of Liberty To this, our mighty Land. EPISODE I LIFE OF THE PILGRIMS IN HOLLAND A. A street scene in Leyden Street scene in Holland. Sabbath Day. Dutch children frolic, dance, and sing. They are in Dutch costume, holiday attire. A Dutch youth stands off at one side. Does not participate in games. Several girls laughingly reproach him, begging him to join them. He declines. Tzvo groups of Puritan fathers enter zvith their children on their luay to church. They greet each other. The Puritan men avoid looking at the scene of festivity. They carry Bibles, and are in sober garb. The Puritan children shozv interest in the game, and slip azvay to zvatch. The father of one of the children approaches group of dancers, and returns zvith his child. FIRST FATHER : Wilt thou profane the Sabbath with ungodly levity? Who can deny that our children are yielding to the temptation with which they are surrounded? SECOND FATHER: With what high hopes did we come to this city? 'Tis true we found the freedom that we sought, but now our children disregard the laws that bind us {looks at child) forget that they are English ; and what we sought to gain seems lost. Enter Robinson, Bradford, Standish, Carver, etc. STANDISH to Carver continuing a conversation begun off stage. You need not fear the savages, for, although I have but few men, they are brave and well-trained, and it would take more than Indians to daunt them. BRADFORD : Can a few hardships hold us back from an undertaking such as this ? In all the world it is the place best suited, and I for one will go. SECOND FATHER to Carver: You feel, then, that the hour has come when we must once more journey forth ? CARVER: Yea, rather the danger of the savage Indians than this life here among our kindly neighbors. In the wilderness we can make our home and bring up our children to maintain our ideals of sobriety and decorum. They look zvith disapproz'al at the group of dancers ANOTHER FATHER: If the leaders of our band think wise, and the majority of our number agree to take this step, we shall pluck up courage to face the dangers that await us on sea and land. Pilgrim fathers still talking among tlicmselves go off. Dance is resumed, and finally the dancers depart. Page seven B. DEPARTURE OF THE PILGRIMS. DUTCH LEADER : These English have lived among us now these twelve years, and yet we never had any suit or accusation against them. Curtain End of Episode I. INTRODUCTION TO EPISODE II. The Chronicler Across the pathless ocean have they sailed From Holland to this hostile-seeming shore. The angry winds have led them far astray And brought their bark into an unknown sea. We see them on the shore, unconquered still By all the ills harsh Nature has devised To fill their hearts with servile fear, and bend Their backs, submissive slaves of jealous Fate. Ready they stand to fight, to strive, to will, Undaunted by disaster and by need. The funeral of Carver then behold And all the dread efifects of Famine gaunt. Yet Faith sustains the band and Fear must flee. For those who strive there is no fear. And then the Maypole dance at Merrymount Where Gaiety abounds, Religion flees, And Mirth is king, crowned with a cap of bells He reigns a sceptered fool, a foolish king. But then behold the Pilgrim band advance. Recovered from the dread of Hunger's might. Miles Standish at their head, the force appears To quell Mad Folly and to change his cap Bedight with bells for a more grave attire. But, though the Gaiety of Merrymount By Standish is suppressed, its boisterous Mirth Softens the stern alloy of Pilgrim virtues With gentle Joy which is but Mirth well-bred. EPISODE II LIFE AND ACTIVITIES OF THE PILGRIMS A. The Settlement of the Pilgrims The Notables of the first episode; Bradford, Brewster, Carver, Win- slow, the Holland boy and the English girl (mentioned before) wives and children, Peregrine White, the baby born during the voyage. These peo- ple appear in a woodland scene carrying their belongings as if they had just embarked. Indians watch through the shrubbery. One darts out, and runs off with some small object upon which a Puritan has just turned his back. The Puritan men drag the Indian into the open; other Indians follow. Samoset advances to Bradford and Standish, and standing at some distance. Page eight BRADFORD : How is it that you speak the language of the English- man? We rejoice, but we are surprised to hear our tongue so far from our country, SAMOSET : There are fishers on the north coast. They teach us your words. I am your friend, and I teach the white man many things. Our chief too, will help. Go, bring Massasoit. Say to him, white men are here and would have speech with him. The friendly chief, Massasoit, appears. He is attended by several Indians. BRADFORD : Hail, chief ! MASSASOIT : Welcome, White Brothers ! They sit down in a circle, and the pipe of peace is smoked. Massasoit is given an English coat of scarlet, trimmed in gold lace, and a copper chain is put about his neck. MASSASOIT : My enemies, the Narragansetts are powerful, and their chief hates me and my tribe. Be my friends, and I will help you. I know the river and the woods. Your nets shall be full of fishes, and your grain shall grow. BRADFORD: We are your friends, and we shall protect each other. For many years your children and our people shall live together in friendship and mutual helpfulness. THE PILGRIM WOMEN Katherine Shaw, Harriett Childs and Ruth Bower Page ten ^i B. The funeral procession of John Carver Funeral music. As they go off, three figures creep on stealthilv. They are Hunger, Fear, and Disease. They remain to dance, beckoning others to come. The Pilgrims zvho have nozv returned, zvatch with horrible fascination the furious gyrations of the curses. Their depression in- creases; some sink doivn, others shozv the utmost dejection. The figure of Faith appears. The curses start back, and finally disappear. The spirits of the Pilgrims revive, and led by Faith they pass off the stage, erect and confident. C. The Maypole of Merry Mount English Folk Dance A tree is carried on by the merry-makers, a crozvd of fantastically dressed men and zvomen. Nozv there appear a youth and maiden, the Lord and Lady of the May. They both zvear garlands of roses, and he carries a golden staff in his right hand. Behind thou follozvs an English priest decked zvith Hozvers and zvearing a chaplet of vine leaves. The revellers crozvd around and shozuer the Lord and Lady of the May zvith Uozvers and petals. The mock priest raises his hand to silence the crozvd. THE MOCK PRIEST : Votaries of the Maypole, cheerily all day long have the woods echoed to your mirth. Be this your merriest hour. Lo, here stand the Lord and Lady of the May, whom L a clerk of Oxford, and high priest of Merry Mount, am now to join in matrimony. Come : a song rich with mirth of Merry England. All ye that love the May Pole, lend your voices to welcome the Lord and Lady of the May. The Lord and Lady of the May take their seats. A riotous uproar from the crozvd, and the Maypole dance begins. Tozvard the close of the dance, Standish follozve'd by six soldiers, appears unnoticed. At the conclusion of the dance, Standish shoulders his zvay through the crozvd. The priest adz'ances to meet him. STANDISH zvith great dignity: Stand ofif, priest of Baal. ^Shame on you all — frivolous creatures. Know you not that you should fast on festival days and sing psalms? The revellers cozvcr STANDISH : The Lord hath sanctified this wilderness. Down with this flower decked abomination, the altars of thy worship. HIS PURITAN FOLLOWERS : Amen. The rez'ellers shozv dismay but offer no resistance. The merry-makers are sei::ed. A SOLDIER : What order shall be taken with the prisoners. STANDISH : I thought not to repent me of cutting down the Maypole, but it would have served rarely for a whipping post. A SOLDIER : But there are pine trees enough. STANDISH: Bind the heathen crew, and bestow on them a small mat- ter of stripes apiece, as earnest of our future justice. Let some of the rogues in stocks. Further penalties such as branding and crop- ping of ears shall be thought of later. Page eleven SOLDIER draggincj the Lord and Lady of the May to ecnter: Here are a couple in high station among these misdoers. Methinks their dig- nity will not be fitted with less than a double share of stripes. The couple stands dozvncast and apprehensive. The maiden clings to the youth zvlio has tlirown a protecting arm around her. STANDISH sternly : Youth, ye stand in an evil state, thou and thy maiden wife. LORD OF THE MAY : Stern man, how can I move thee ? Were means at hand, I would resist to the death. Being powerless, I entreat! Do with me as thou wilt, but let her go untouched. STANDISH : Not so. We are not wont to show an idle courtesy to that sex, which requireth the stricter discipline. What sayest thou, maid? Shall thy bridegroom suffer thy share of the penalty, beside his own? LADY OF THE MAY : Be it death, and lay it all on me. Darkness is descending STANDISH : Look to it, some of you, that garments of more decent fashion be put on this May lord and his lady. Bring them along with us, but more gently than their fellows. There be qualities in the youth, which may make him valiant to fight, sober to toil, and pious to pray. Nor think ye, young ones, that they are the happiest, even in our life time of a moment, who misspend it in dancing around a May pole. Hozvever, as they pass off the stage in the semi-darkness, Standish picks up the zvreath of roses from the ruin of the May pole and throzvs it over the heads of the Lord and Lady of the May — a symbol of their union. End of Episode II. INTRODUCTION TO EPISODE HI. The Chronicler Oppression's pall of thunder-cloud o'erhangs. The sky of Liberty is darkened. Hark ! The distant rumble of Rebellion sounds. The musketry of proud Oppression's host Reverberates. To arms ! Freemen strike ! Let Tyrant and his Hessian hirelings quail ! Behold the strife. See Liberty arise, The monarch of a new-born nation's might. And ever waxes strong the land despite Its strifes. And ever seek its people more. And bold Adventure lures them on To seek the fairer lands, the newer strands. Westward ! Westward ! To the Pacific's shore. EPISODE HI THE PERIOD OF CONFLICT AND EXPANSION A. Conflict between British troopers and Colonists. Enter two women zvith little boy and girl ESTHER : We are far from England, Mary. MARY: But not too far to fear, Esther. Where are the children? Elspeth — Elspeth ! David ! Page twelve Rush to other zvomen. Back Esther, to your Joins group. Can the scythe make answer to the BOY: Here, mama. GIRL: See! Enter tzvo zvomen in fright. C. : They come, sister. D. : Aye, fast, and their road leads by my house. homes. They are coming fast. ESTHER : Ehnor ! Enter another zuonian dragging child after her E. : God help us all ! They come ! MARY: This way? C. : This very way. ESTHER : And our men ? MARY: They cannot stop them. musket ? Enter Grey Champion. Approaches zvomen. GREY CHAMPION : The scythe will answer to the musket. There's a dreadful magic in a musket-ball, but a Good Cause is the Magic of God. And where God fights, there fight I. Musketry Retreat, ye women, quickly ! Save and hide ! Hide and save ! MARY : And you, venerable Stranger ; what of yourself ? GREY CHAMPION : I have other strength that ye wot not of. Fear not for me. Go ! Women exeunt. Little boy sneaks back. Enter the first of the scat- tered colonists, retreating across stage. Enter British in good marching order. THE GREY CHAMPION : Halt. A BRITISH OFFICER : Disperse, ye rabble, to your homes ! Shouts of defiance A : Back to your king ! B : Hessian hirelings ! C : A royal governor — never ! D : Taxers and enslavers ! E : This is a Beginning. We do not fear the end. A : King George, never ! D : Representation ! A BRITISH OFFICER : Ready, aim. Little hoy runs out in front of muskets. GREY CHAMPION steps before little boy, one hand on breast, one hand uplifted, and says: Hold, ye Madmen, ye Servitors of Death! Is it so pretty a thing to send men to eternity that ye dally thus with powder and shot? Would I could lift the Veil for vou, that ye might see what now I see. Oh, little human lives! children of a day! This man that stands before me here with musket aimed toward my breast I see him. see his face— closed eyes— open mouth— bloodless cheeks— and the pale moon upon his still white throat. He shall not see tomorrow's sun sink from the skies. Man's musket sinks and terror shozvs on face. Oh, Captain, turn your men about. They do not know the Cause against which they fight, they do not see the outcome of the fray — nor the Dark Shadow resting on their arm. Back, I tell ye, back ! I hear wailing in England ! Page thirteen Murmuring among British troops. Officers in consultation. MINOR OFFICER: The men say they will not advance further! OFFICER : Do they defy my command ! ! M. O. : They sav that yonder speaker is not of this world.— OFFICER: And thou? What sayest thou ? M. O. : I have seen his eyes ! I fear his words ! I think the men are right ! OFFICER : About face ! Ready ! March ! Exeunt GREY CHAMPION : Oh, friends of mine, strong of limb, but stronger in your sense of Right — have courage to endure! Though we plunge into Night, yet doth Time bring the Dawn. There will be bloodshed, there will be tears, and homes rent asunder. I see bloody feet on winter snows. I see a face, strong but humble before God, the face of him who shall guide our People to the end. And forming, ever forming in all its stately pageantry, something grand and new — Free- dom — the People's will — Democracy — 'tis more than that — I can not read it all, nor read it all aright. Yet may God grant my years still cling to this old frame until I see It realized. Oh, men, ye are building a great Thing. Ye cannot see — but I can — dimly. Have courage ! Be ye ready ! B. Rout from Concord Enter several old men and old zvomen. Point excitedly. Enter a messenger dashing across stage. He is halted by one of the old men. MESSENGER: Do not stop me, old man, for I carry good news and good news should travel fast. OLD MAN: Good news? What news? MESS. : The British have been defeated at Concord and are even now on the retreat. Stand, and ye may see, but stay me not. OLD WOMAN : They come ! All hide behind shrubbery. Enter British, dusty and haggard, out of order, drum unslung, guns trailing, some helping wounded, one falls, comrades help him to liis feet. Move off. Enter Colonials, Grey Champion leading; some in uniform, S(>nie zvith guns, scythes, pitch-forks, but all in order. Colors flying. Old woman rushes up to one zvounded. GREY CHAMPION: They flee; and we pursue. Let us finish the work we have begun ! The road is long ! Forward ! March off leaving old zvoman and son. SON : I am but slightly wounded mother. There is no hurt. We have but begun. I must follow where he leads ! OLD WOMAN : And who is he ? SON : I do not know. I think he is a spirit. — The spirit of — Revolution ! Kisses her. Exit. Old people move off in direction of soldiers. C. The freeing of the 13 colonies and the prophetic vision of the Early States. Bugle off stage and enter British soldiers. Enter Colonial soldiers. Enter Gen. O'Hara and aides. Enter Washington and aides. Page fourteen ^;^ 1 Cornwalhs presents his deepest respects to General Washmgton and regrets exceedingly that an unforeseen indisposition prevents his appearmg here today. He has requested me ^^"V^^^^^^T^^^ • p.^te"^ "^y deepest sympathy to Lord Cornwallis. lell hnn i trust his indisposition is of but brief duration As for the matters of the moment. I have empowered General Lincoln here to act as my representative. He will treat with you fully, and courteously i am sure. rrr ? • ^ .,, , / Vaslimgton zvithdrazvs O'HARA tp Gen. Lincoln: To you, sir, Lord Cornwallis, as com- mander-in-chief of the Royal forces of King George in America presents his sword m token of surrender, and with it the troops arms' captives, plunder, and other accessories as stipulated in the capitulation agreement. GEN. LINCOLN: In the name of George Washington, commander-in- chief of the Colonial army, and of the Thirteen Colonies United I receive from you the sword of Lord Cornwallis, commander of the royal forces in America as token of full and final surrender. Receives szvord But merely as a token sir. It is a gallant sword, and only fitted to swing at the side of a gallant general. Return the sword to Lord Cornwallis ^ and with it go the kindest feelings on the part of General Washington.' O'HARA receiving szvord: Lord Cornwallis will appreciate the cour- tesy. Have you selected the place of disarmament ? GEN. LINCOLN: My adjutant will escort you to the chosen place straightway. c- x ;j- •^ txeunt soldiers. TABLEAU Britannia with thirteen women, bowed and grouped in star fashion about her . Columbia with 35 women in same position about her. Britannia lifts arm. Columbia outstretches hands. The thirteen rise and move in stately way to Columbia, bow before her Massachusetts steps forward. Inquires and points finger toward bowed veiled figures. MASSACHUSETTS: Fair Mother Freedom, Columbia what figures be these many that gather at thy feet in adoration ? Coluuibia signs for them to rise COLUMBIA : These, dear child, O Pilgrim Massachusetts— these too are thy sisters, albeit, yet unborn. Children that I sometime hence shall bear in hardship as I move to Westward lands until I stand before the waters of the Peaceful Sea. Then shall I rest, and they and ye shall care for n-.e and I shall be honored in your love. Meanzi'hile Colonists slozvly filter in I would have you look upon them now, tliat later ye may know them. They are but visions. Yet they call and you and many of your stalwart sons must heed their Call or ever they may grow and bloom to perfect sisterhood. Look well upon them : their features are my features ; their features are thy features ; blood of my blood as ye are blood of my blood. Arise, \'isions of the children of my later years, appear and call ! Dance of the thirtv-five Future States Page fifteen 1ST COLONIAL: 2ND COLONIAL: 1ST COLONIAL: 2ND COLONIAL: 1ST COLONIAL: A FIRST COLONIAL : A strange symbol, verily. 2ND COLONIAL : A wreath, a name, — whose name ? ABRAHAM— LINCOLN. And who is he ? I do not know. Some great man in the years to be? Possibly, I do not know. * SPEAKER : They are fair, these Westward Maidens, and their charms allure. But we have suffered these years past. We are tired. And a bench beside the home-hearth is stronger than the siren call to toils anew. What say ye men ? Do I speak aright ? ALL COLONIALS : Aye, aye, that ye do ! COLUMBIA : My Westward Daughters, ye are young, too young to well display your charms. Therefore shall I speak for ye — in more per- suasive mood. Clasps J lands Enter the Spirit of the JVcst (a girl) and the Spirit of Adventure (a box) COLUMBIA: Come, O Spirit of the Great Far West! And thou ever- living Spirit of Adventure, un- dying in the Heart of Man — Dance before us here assembled, that these laggards, cool of heart, may read your Message and, awakened, answer to the Call. Ye twain, advance ! Dance of Spirit of West and of the Spirit of Adventure. SPIRIT OF WEST: Behold the Flag! Westward and yet West- ward shall it move until it looks upon the quiet waters of the vast Pacific — and thou, thou art its Bearer. Come ! They go off. Colonials divide and mingle folloiv- ing the 13 states. Grey Champ- ion leads IVestzvard. COLUMBIA steps forward, raises hands and music starts up. Curtain End of Episode III. COLONIAL GROUP Frances Ellison, Jack Hewlett and Isabelle Pope 7^ Page sixteen 5k INTRODUCTION TO EPISODE IV. The Chronicler And Westward, ever westward turn their steps, And Westward, ever westward turn their thoughts Until Adventure \\xves the white man on To seek the shores of that far-distant sea. The mild Pacific and its gentle clime. Let us precede their van and seek the lands Of our own birth and there behold arrive The first of those undaunted men who sought Our land. That priest magnificent of France, Our Pere Marquette, of Jesuits the best Who dared endure the dangers and the toil, And brave grim Death and tortures fiend-conceived. Then bold LaSalle and Tonti who for France Alone had striven, yet ours was the gain As they first found these lands and sought their paths. And then that woodsman, peer of all who trod The forests of America, who led A little force to mighty victory, The hunter-captain, Rogers Clark. And then We wait the van of those who forward press To gain for us a mighty, fertile land. EPISODE IV A. Adventure and Progress in the West. 1. Marquette and Joliet. A group of Indians, among whom the chief or Sachem stands out. A messenger enters and stands before the Great Sachem SACHEM : What word do you bring us, young man with feet like the wind ? MESSENGER pointing southxvard: The Black-Gown. A number of Indian children come running in after the messenger, looking behind them. All eyes turn in that direction. After a slight pause, Marquette enters, follozved by Joliet and five Frenchmen, bearing packs and canoes. MARQUETTE : I am welcome ? GREAT SACHEM : I thank thee. Black-Gown, and thee. Frenchman, for the honor of your coming. Never shone the sun so tenderly as today ; never rustled the ripe corn so pleasantly as now, since you are with us. Our river, that was so angry at the rocks which chafed it, flows calm and silent, since the canoes of the white men have passed. Behold, Black-Gown, I give thee my little son, that thou mayest know my heart. Thou art beloved of the Great Spirit. Ask him to cherish me and my people. MARQUETTE to Joliet : Here, Louis, is my mission. JOLIET : In all our travels, we have seen no chief so gracious, no people so well-favored for the work of the Church. It may be. father, thou art right. GREAT SACHEM : Black-Gown, one medicine I ask of thee. The palefaces have given their thunder weapons to our enemies, the Miamis. Give us also weapons, that we may defend our lodges and our women. MARQUETTE: If I gave you weapons you would kill the Miamis, who are my children also. GREAT SACHEM : We would defend our hunting grounds. MARQUETTE : I bring you another word, my son — a word of peace. The Great Sachem turns aside to consult zvith his old men, and Mar- quette makes a sign to his followers, who go off, all save Joliet, who comes forzvard zvith the Jesuit. MARQUETTE: Louis, my friend, I have come to the end of my jour- ney. Thou hast been to me the trustiest shield, the cheeriest com- rade. I have loved thee well, and while yet I live thy name shall not fail my prayers. But here thou art to leave me. JOLIET: While yet thou livest? What does that mean. Father? MARQUETTE : We have passed over many streams, and many port- ages. We have seen the Great River, and the Pictured Rocks, and the lake of the Illinois. No other Frenchman has seen them. Behold, how great a field for the Church, how wide a domain for the Cross. Louis, I have before me the task of my destiny, and I must not shrink. JOLIET : Nor do I shrink. Father. I will stay by thee. MARQUETTE: Nay, my son. I have seen thine eyes wet when our carriers sang their songs of France. I have seen thee wistful, even to tears, when we have spoken of Quebec, the home thou didst leave to come with me. No. Louis. Thou shalt go on. I will reman. It is only for a little while. JOLIET : It is true, I have longed for home. MARQUETTE : I knew it, Louis. THE GREAT SACHEM coming forzvard again : Black-Gown, dost thou refuse the weapons to me and my people? MARQUETTE going back to the group of carriers, zvho have brought in a great cross of zvhitc birch zvood : My children, I have for you no weapons. I desire that you shall live at peace with the Miamis, and the Iroquois, and all the forest people. GREAT SACHEM : Then I and my tribes are to be slain, and thou wilt do naught to help us ? MARQUETTE : I will bring you my faith, as my brothers liave taken it to the Miamis. A threatening murmur arises amotig the Indians, and some of the young men move tozvard Marquette. GREAT SACHEM : And will thy faith shield us from our foes ? MARQUETTE: Yea, truly it will, for it is the faith of peace, and love. Behold, here I set up this cross for a sign. GREAT SACHEM. The rains will rot it down, and the snows will cover it. MARQUETTE : Not so, for it shall be in your hearts. He leans heavily on Joliet's shoulder, and it is seen that he is very zveak in body. Page eighteen GREAT SACHEM : Thy medicine, Black-Gown, means nothing to us. We wish to know thee and thy Manitou ; we were ready to be thy chil- dren, and thou dost offer us a sign of birch wood. MARQUETTE : I bring you more than a sign, for I bring you truth. I will teach you of the life that dies not, and of the true God, and of the Holy Church ; I will teach you of the creation, and the redemption, and of the Blessed Virgin ; I will make plain to you the law of Christ, which is the law of love. Kneel down, all you who seek the truth. Here I set the Cross, and here, while I may, I will abide. The Indians fall on their knees, as the light gradually fades. At last only Pcre Marquette and the Great Sachem are left standing; then the Indian kneels, and the light fails zvholly from the scene. LaSalle and Tonti Enter LaSalle and his party; there are Frenchmen and Indians. Some bargain zvith the Indians, buying the furs. LaSalle zvalks apart with Tonti. A group of the Frenchmen approach LaSalle, their hats in their hands. A Voyageur speaks for the group. VOYAGEUR : We are come to ask, does the Sieur de la Salle intend to go further down the river? LA SALLE : He does. VOYAGEUR: The river is filled with dangers. No Frenchman has lived to follow it to its end. There is a great waterfall LA SALLE : I have heard these tales before. VOYAGEUR : The trade is good here and to the northward. LA SALLE : We go on to the South. VOYAGEUR : The Sieur de la Salle speaks for himself, we are afraid. LA SALLE : You have nothing to fear, save my anger. Others have gathered behind the Voyageur; their demeanor at this be- comes more openly rebellious. VOYAGEUR : It is not just. We must look to our own lives. We dare not go on, LA SALLE : Do I not command here ? TONTI : No man may question the authority of the Sieur de la Salle. LA SALLE: You ask me to turn back. You are afraid. The wealth of these rivers is ours for the taking. These lands are ours for the claiming. For this I have waited, and planned, and fought. Do you think I will turn back because my boatmen are afraid ? VOYAGEUR : Our lives are our own. We will not go on. LaSalle turns and faces them, drazving his sword. LA SALLE: Frenchmen, our lives are in the service of the King. We go on a voyage of glory, to claim for him this river and all its trib- utaries, to win for him an empire. I will follow this river to the sea. not for myself, not for you who go with me, but for France! Long live the King ! TONTI and others zcho hare gathered behind him : Long live the Kingt LA SALLE : Forward ! The Voyageur and his follozi'ers face LaSalle for a moment, their heads drop, and they take up their packs. Tff'- Page nineteen I i ,', INDIAN GROUP Richard Ummach, Albert Marthens, Edward Beloian and Katherine Newman George Rogers Clark at Kaskaskia Kaskaskia, a grove in the village. Laughing groups of habitants, in festal array, come in with Hoivcrs to decorate the scene of the 'dance. They bring tzvo small canopied booths, zvhich are set up, one at each side of the stage for refreshments and for the fiddler. At the back of the stage they erect a floral arch or doorivay, through which, as soon as it is set lip, come the ttvo Provosts of the ball, zvho are to be the masters of cere- mony. They instantly set to zvork ordering the guests, marshalling the girls along the left side of the stage, and the men along the right, enforcing their authority in the most courteous manner with verbal instructions. The scene is to be carried by all concerned in a key of decorous gayety. THE PROVOSTS seating the guests in order: Pray you, monsieur, — pray you, mademoiselle. Enter Commandant Rocheblave, with a guest, a young Englishman dressed in the height of fashion. THE PROVOSTS : Welcome to you, monsieur le Commandant. We are honored supremely. ROCHEBLAVE : Gentlemen, allow me to present my friend, Mr. Ray- cliff. A PROVOST : We are enchanted. Monsieur Rayclift' is an English- man ? MR. RAYCLIFF : A traveller. # n Page twenty ^ ROCHEBLAVE : We are all in the English service, Mr. Raycliff. At your service. THE PROVOSTS : By your permission, monsieur le Commandant, the dance may begin? Rochehlave nods, and the Provosts confer aside. A coureur de bois enters, and goes imniediatcly to the Commandant. COUREUR : Captain, I beg to report ROCHEBLAVE : Wait till the dance is begun. I have a guest ^^ THE COUREUR : It is in haste. The Long Knives are up the river in force. They are coming down upon us, I am told. MR. RAYCLIFF: Long Knives? . ROCHEBLAVE : The Americans, he means. I have heard this tale before. It is not possible. THE COUREUR: I have reported, monsieur le Commandant. They say that Clark commands them — Clark of Virginia. Mr. Raycliff is visibly alarmed. Rocheblave comforts him. ROCHEBLAVE : Be off, you'll alarm the ladies. E.x'it the coureur de bois These tales come every day. We no longer pay attention, Mr. Raycliff. Enter the Fiddler. General murmur of approval. Rocheblave and his guests take seats and the Proz'osts select the dancers inviting them forward and lining them up at the back, in couples. Seven couples have thus been called forivard. The Provost at the right selects a young Frenchman; the Provost at the left selecting a young lady. The man comes fonvard, but the lady stands still, z'cry proud and rebellious. PROVOST : Pray you, mademoiselle. THE YOUNG LADY : No, monsieur le Provost, I will not dance. THE PROVOST: Mademoiselle, the gavotte waits; monsieur attends. A gesture at the zvaiting szvain THE YOUNG LADY : It is not that I have two years been chosen queen of the king's balls. It is, that I do not choose. THE PROVOST : This is most unusual, mademoiselle. Most unusual. THE YOUNG LADY : I do not choose to dance with the gentleman you have called. Besides, Monsieur le Commandant has a guest. Do the honored provosts know that he does not dance ? THE PROVOST speechless zvith rage : Mademoiselle ! THE YOUNG LADY: I have not heard the Provosts inquire of the guest. I do not know he does not wish to dance. Why not ask him? I will wait. ROCHEBLAVE coming forward: Monsieur le Provost, I have a guest. May I beg for him the honor of a dance ? Turns to the rejected partner Monsieur, you place me perpetually in your debt. I thank you from the bottom of my heart for your kindness to my guest, Mr. Raycliff". Again I thank you. The Provost leads Mr. Raycliff forward, and presents him. The young lady makes him a deep bozv, makes an ironical curtsey to the Provost, Page twenty-one and the dance begins. The crotod has gathered, till all sides of the stage are croivded zvith guests, settlers, soldiers, and Indians. At the back, hozv- ever, there is still an open space, through zvhich the shadozvy figures of Clark's men can be seen marching past, their rifles in their hands. Enter unnoticed, George Rogers Clark, in the uniform of a Virginia Colonel, except that his boots are missing, and he zvears moccasins, lllien the Hgure of the dance permits, he saunters over and leans against the tree, right center. An Indian, zvho has been sitting on the ground leaning against the tree, spies him and darts out, standing straight before him for an instant. Then the Indian zvhirls suddenly, and runs over to Rocheblaz'e. THE INDIAN : The Long Knives ! THE COUREUR DE BOIS rushing in center: The Americans! We are surrounded. ROCHEBLAVE coming dozvn to confront Clark : Who are you, sir? CLARK : Colonel Clark, at your service. At the zi'ords the crozvd is seized zvith terror, and everything is in confusion. Women scream, men shout, and in the distance the zvar-zvhoop of the Indians is heard. ROCHEBLAVE: Insolence! Men, this gentleman is our prisoner. CLARK: By the authority of Patrick Henry, Governor of Virginia. You are surrounded, Captain. Your sword. ROCHEBLAVE : By whose authority do you come here? As the French soldiers moz'e forzvard, the Americans rush in and surround Clark, threatening the others zvith szvords and pistols. CLARK : Gentlemen, I pray you, continue your entertainment. I speak for the Governor of Virginia. Monsieur Rocheblave, I must again de- mand your sword. ROCHEBLAVE: I will not surrender my garrison to your night-prowl- ers. I will not CLARK : Put this man under guard. Disarm him. Search the town, and bring me all the Britishers you find. I'll know whether we are to be openly defied or not. Let all keep within their houses, on pain of death, till I order otherwise. The guests have been departing hastily during the scene, the men con- ducting the ladies out. Clark zvatches them go, his face lozvering. At the last, the fiddler comes over to him, bobs humbly, and offers his greeting. THE FIDDLER: Monsieur the new Commandant, I trust you will not forget me, when you desire that there shall be a dance, for the people of the post. CLARK : I shall call on you. Monsieur. Enter Pcre Gibault PERE GIBAULT frightened but intent upon his duty : Is this the Amer- ican commander? CLARK: I am Colonel Clark, at your service. PERE GIBAULT: I am a man of peace, monsieur le Commandant, and know nothing of your war. I speak for my people, who are loyal subjects. I am called Pere Gibault. CLARK : I am glad to meet you sir. Page twenty-two PERE GIBAULT: I have come to speak for my people, Monsieur le Commandant, I must know what their fate is to be. Are they to be the slaves of the Americans? CLARK: You do not understand, Mr. Gibault. We have come to free these people, not to enslave them. They are to be citizens, not sub- jects. Mr. Gibault, ours is a war for liberty, for justice. I must have order among your people. But they are free, now, as they never were before. PERE GIBAULT : And they are not to be driven from their homes by your "Long Knives ?" CLARK: Certainly not. PERE GIBAULT : And they are not even to lose their property? CLARY : Not a penny. PERE GIBAULT: Tell me. Monsieur Clark, are they to be allowed to come to worship as they were ? CLARK: We have nothing to do with churches, save to defend them from insult. By the laws of Virginia, your religion has as great priv- ileges as any other. PERE GIBAULT : Monsieur Clark, my son, I am overwhelmed at your kindness. I am already, in my heart, a citizen of Virginia. I must tell my people. He starts to go, hut returns Though I know nothing of the temporal business, I can give them some advice, in the spiritual way, that shall be conducive to your cause. God bless you, Monsieur Clark. Exit Pcre Gibault The fiddler comes hack, having lingered THE FIDDLER : I see that it will be necessary for me to play to-night. Our people will want music. I hear them already singing. CLARK: You shall fiddle to-night under the flag of Virginia, sir. Strike your strings. As he speaks, the tozvnspeople flock hack, cheering and exultant. Thev cross the stage and go on, taking Clark ivith them. End of Episode IV INTRODUCTION TO EPISODE V. The Chronicler Marquette is gone, the days of Tonti passed, The bold LaSalle and Rogers Clark are dead. The forests which they knew alike are gone, But we instead of forest walls behold The rapid-growing cities rise to fame. And woodlands stubbornly o'ercome by axe. And as the forest yields to greater things And field and woodland cede their treasured lands To cities and the first of mighty states. So yields the glory of the heroes dead To that of one whom first we see a boy Within the confines of the sullen woods Page twenty-three Which had not yet to Man their forests yielded. Then as a youth we mark him. note each act And view the progress of a soul to Greatness. And then as Statesman we behold him, grown To heights of honor, with a heart sublime. He scales the slippery ladder of our Faith, And martyred, hated, vilified, yet loved Beyond the wont of mortal man, he stands Of all our heroes he most perfect seems. With reverence be said his name, which lives Not in the pages of a musty tome But in the hearts of all : Our deathless Lincoln. DANCE OF YANKEE DOODLE AND DIXIE EPISODE V Enter the Spirit of the JVest and the Spirit of Adx'enture. THE SPIRIT OF ADVENTURE : Many have I persuaded to seek the richness and promise of of thy kingdom, O Spirit of the West. THE SPIRIT OF THE WEST : Here is my realm, a country new and full of promise, many seek fortune and fame, and many find it. She looks in the direction from zvhich the Lincoln family soon approches. Hither comes one who is to be my chiefest pride ; in him as in no other, I shall delight. A. The Life of Lincoln in Illinois. 1. The arrival of the Lincoln family. The Lincoln family enters, they carry bundles and utensils as tho' they had just descended from the wagon zvhich had brought them to Illinois. They pause for a iiioiiient to rest and to readjust their burdens. THOMAS LINCOLN : It's been a long way, Nancy, and you and Abe have been uncomplaining. NANCY LINCOLN: I'd have no right to complain. Thomas, if it means better times for you and the boy. She puts her hand on Abe's shoulder. THOMAS LINCOLN pointing in the direction of the sun: Yonder across the brook is a place for our cabin, Nancy, and Abe is big enough and strong enough to help. ABE LINCOLN: That I am, father. It won't take long for two of us. Thomas Lincoln smiles, and they arise, Abe holding out his hands to assist his mother. They pick up their burdens, and go off. An event of Lincoln's boyhood. Group of boys enter, aged lo to r_/. They are talking excitedly as they come on. Lincoln and another boy ivho is noticeably taller are the center of interest. By pantomime they show that the group is discussing the relatii'c prowess of the tzvo. Each doubles up his fist, feels his ozvn and the other's muscle, and the crowd sJiows by boyish shouts that Lincoln is the better man. FIRST BOY : You're bigger than Abe. but Abe can lick you. ^ Page twenty-four - SECOND BOY discovering a stone imbedded in the ground: See which of you can muscle this. He kicks at the stone with his bare foot. Lincoln's rizvl tugs at the stone, loosens it, attempts to muscle it, but fails. _ Lincoln raises it easily and zvithout much effort muscles it. He drops it amid the shouts of the boys. While Lincoln extends his hand, one of the boys snatches a small book from his pocket. Lincoln dashes after the boy, but stumbles; the boy reads before Lincoln can pick himself up. Abraham Lincoln His name and pen. He will be good but God knows when. Lincoln and Jack Armstrong Lincoln about the age of seventeen. With him a group of boys of about his ozvn age. JACK ARMSTRONG, a bully — he swaggers up to Lincoln and his friends, and says aggressively: You're all down on me, you are, and I'll show you whether I'll take anything off of you or not. There ain't none of you Jack Armstrong can't lick. Here he cuffs the boy xvho is notably the slightest of the group. The boy is game, but cannot hold his ozvn against his opponent. Lincoln peels off his coat, separates the tzvo, and gets the better of Armstrong, who measures his length on the ground. His lip is bleeding when he arises, and as he zvipes his coat or shirt sleeve across his mouth, Lincoln pulls a bandana handkerchief out of his pocket. Armstrong ac- cepts it rather abashed, and mops his lips zvith it. The boys the zvhile are talking among themselz'es. FIRST BOY: Didn't I tell you. SECOND BOY : Coward ! ! THIRD BOY : I knew he'd pick on a little fellow. ARMSTRONG at length handing back his bandana says: Thanks Abe, ■'■> -'- LINCOLN advancing says: Look here. Jack, let's be friends. Arm- strong holds back, and Lincoln advances'a step or tzvo. Yes, let's be friends. We'll all be your friends, won't we boys? The boys, most of them, assent, but zvith varying degrees of generosity. Tzvo or three shozv themselves entirely unzvilling. But, if we're to be your friends, you're going to pick your fights with big fellows like me. Slapping his chest, and looking generally aggressive. And not with little shavers like Sammy here. He lays his arm across the little shazrr's shoulders. Lincoln, his left arm about Sammy's shoulder, e.vtends his right hand to Armstrong, zvho hesitates yet a moment longer, and impulsively shakes Lincoln's hand. LINCOLN rather banteringly : Come on fellows. You start. Sammy. Sammy zvho is tzvo inches shorter than Armstrong, offers his hand, and the other boys ca.. o'^ , o - * "^ ^^-^^ ^^' V' ^<=>' ^^-n^. S'^* V %<^ -^ A"' 4 O xO-n. ^Ov: "^^ ?■" /°% ■•^/ ^,^°-% "^5# /°% -• ^^•n^. ,0' Jo 0^ F3B 73 N MANCHESTER, INDIANA